#k

Lifaen beamed and cried, “Isn’t she glorious? See how her scales catch the light! No treasure in the world can match this sight.” Similar exclamations floated across the river from Narí. “Bloody unbearable, that’s what it is,” muttered Orik into his beard. Eragon hid a smile, though he agreed with the dwarf. The elves never seemed to tire of praising Saphira. Nothing’s wrong with a few compliments, said Saphira. She landed with a gigantic splash and submerged her head to escape a diving sparrow. Of course not, said Eragon. Saphira eyed him from underwater. Was that sarcasm? ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#eragon #orik #saphira #sarcasm

Why do you have a cigarette lighter in your glove compartment?" her husband, Jack, asked her. "I'm bored with knitting. I've taken up arson ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#knitting #sarcasm #smoking #sarcasm

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#forgotten #heart-ache #heartache

But that's fine, because I like to have control of the ambience. ↗

— Harold Budd

#because #control #fine #i #like

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison, the roses he gave me all twisted black ↗

— Terra Elan McVoy

#bitter #bittersweet #heartache #heartbreak #sad

If the dawn should break and take away this sunrise, I hope I break, too. ↗

— Ryan Mecum

#zombies

Okay, it's pretty obvious what we're doing here, people. If it's dead - fucking KILL IT ↗

— Robert Kirkman

#zombies #zombies

How many lives do you need to live before you fine someone worth dying for? ↗

— Lauren Kate

#torment #kate

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#darkness #light #stories #story #kate

Garraty wondered how it would be, to lie in the biggest, dustiest library silence of all, dreaming endless, thoughtless dreams behind your gummed-down eyelids, dressed forever in your Sunday suit. No worries about money, success, fear, joy, pain, sorrow, sex, or love. Absolute zero. No father, mother, girlfriend, lover. The dead are orphans. No company but the silence like a moth's wing. An end to the agony of movement, to the long nightmare of going down the road. The body in peace, stillness, and order. The perfect darkness of death. How would that be? Just how would that be? ↗

— Stephen King

#dying #pain #stress #walk #death