#me

The bastard kissed her. She was so mad, she bit him hard enough to draw blood. Raphael pulled back, lip already beginning to swell. “We are no longer even, Elena. You’re now in debt.” “You can deduct it from my slow and painful death. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#elena #raphael #sarcasm #sex #death

I’m going to kill myself. I should go to Paris and jump off the Eiffel Tower. I’ll be dead. you know, in fact, if I get the Concorde, I could be dead three hours earlier, which would be perfect. Or wait a minute. It -- with the time change, I could be alive for six hours in New York but dead three hours in Paris. I could get things done, and I could also be dead. ↗

— Woody Allen

#suicide #time-zones #change

Oh Lestat, you deserved everything that's ever happened to you. You better not die. You might actually go to hell. ↗

— Anne Rice

#death #deserved #hell #karma #lestat

Bite me." -Lieutenant Eve Dallas, from any of the In Death books. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#mystery #romance #scifi #death

No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#been #born #business #dying #found

You are a cynical man, Mr. Pleasant." "We live in cynical times, Miss Cain. ↗

— Derek Landy

#cynic #cynical #society #the-times #the-world

Death was in his eyes and hell would follow. ↗

— Quinn Loftis

#supermegafoxyawesomehot #death

In the same way a Christian is not a man who never goes wrong, but a man is enabled to repent and pick himself up and begin over again after each stumble--because the Christ-life is inside him, repairing him all the time, enabling him to repeat (in some degree) the kind of voluntary death which Christ Himself carried out." - Mere Christianity ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#mere-christianity #theology #death

... If you tried to touch my woman she'd break your dick off like a twig then stick it up your arse. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#eve-dallas #roarke #death

And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#anna #asil #charles #cry-wolf #death