#loo

You're going to go living. Because living is the challenge, Josie. Dying is so easy. Sometimes it only takes ten seconds to die. But living? That can take eighty years and you do something in that time, whether it's giving birth to a baby or being a housewife or a barrister or a soldier. You've accomplished something. To throw that away at such a young age, to have no hope, is the biggest tragedy. ↗

— Melina Marchetta

#age

What was life has crumbled. What was form, now falls away. Mortal chains unbind and the soul s free. May you find your way to the ancestors. May you find your path to the gods. May your bravery and courage be remembers in song and story, May your parents be proud, and ma our children carry your birthright. Sleep, and wander no more. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#paranormal #paranormal-romance #vampires #yasmine-galenorn #courage

You needn’t worry. I don’t think you have aged enough for me to partake of you. Blood, women, wine, and cheese all get better with the passage of time. You are not quite ripe. --Lane DeLuca ↗

— Wynter Wilkins

#strigoi #time #vampire #wine #age

Then Christian made the fatal mistake of looking into her eyes. Suddenly he couldn’t move a muscle. They smoldered with a terrible black anger even as her mouth returned his kiss. It was as if they were two separate beings, the sweetness of her mouth upon his, and the darkness of her terrible eyes draining the life out of him. Christian could feel her heart racing, the fury of her blood uncontrollable, and he knew that if she couldn’t rein it in somehow, he would be lost. Already his hunger eviscerated him, he could feel the holes in his gut as those eyes, so blackly terrifying—hers but not hers, sucking everything from him, taking, feeding … killing. He felt wetness on his face. Somehow, she’d become the vampire. ↗

— Amalie Howard

#bloodspell-quote #anger

It made my blood boil so hot, my brain stopped working right. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#blood #brain #anger

Jimmy: One day, when I'm no longer spending my days running a sweet-stall, I may write a book about us all. It's all here. (slapping his forehead) Written in flames a mile high. And it won't be recollected in tranquillity either, picking daffodils with Auntie Wordsworth. It'll be recollected in fire, and blood. My blood. ↗

— John Osborne

#blood #fire #jimmy-porter #anger

The loner who looks fabulous is one of the most vulnerable loners of all. ↗

— Anneli Rufus

#artists #fashion #introverts #looks #vulnerability

The ugly and stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live-- undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet. They never bring ruin upon others, nor ever receive it from alien hands. Your rank and wealth, Henry; my brains, such as they are-- my art, whatever it may be worth; Dorian Gray's good looks-- we shall all suffer for what the gods have given us, suffer terribly. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#curse #dorian-gray #gods #good-looks #inspirational

Nowadays, performers worry too much about how they look. They're not concerned about what they're really saying to their audience. ↗

— Gloria Trevi

#audience #concerned #how #look #much

When you really deep down look at it, we go to bed every night, get up every morning, stay here for 70 or 80 years, and then we die. ↗

— Lee Trevino

#deep #deep down #die #down #every