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هل نستطيع ، نحن الذين غير جديرين بالكلمة، أن نكون جديرين بالاستماع فقط! كلّ قول هو أمر ضروري و الاستماع أيضاً. لكني أرى الأختام على الأذنين، على القلوب، على الأفواه، أرى الأختام. الرعب . ↗

— Atiq Rahimi

#fear #heart #listening #mouth #word

You can dance in the storm. Don't wait for the rain to be over before because it might take too long. You can can do it now. Wherever you are, right now, you can start, right now; this very moment. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#action #dance #dare #do-it #do-it-now

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#existence #horror #knowledge #western #knowledge

Some might think you suicidal." "Well, 'some' can stick it up their ass. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#eric-northman #sookie-stackhouse #true-blood #blood

Now, women forget all the things they don't want to remember, and remember everything they don't want to forget. The dream is the truth. Then they act and do things accordingly. ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#hurston #memory #men-and-women #dreams

She pauses several treads from the bottom, listening, waiting; she is again possessed (it seems to be getting worse) by a dream-like feeling, as if she is standing in the wings, about to go onstage and perform in a play for which she is not appropriately dressed, and for which she has not adequately rehearsed. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

#domestic-life #loved-ones #numb-depression #preparation-to-face-the-day #putting-on-an-act

Vampires did not avoid mirrors because they cast no reflection but because mirrors became so unflattering with the illusion of fuzzy focus wrenched away. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#reflection #vampire #dreams

He had not even done the fledgling courtesy of shredding open a major artery, anointing himself in the viscous gore, and desecrating her body. The order was as flexible as her corpse remained. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#flexible #gore #dreams

Ashlei was free to spout off how much she loved her savior because Jesus was not about to rear back and tell her He did not quite feel the same way, that He had died for the sins of the world just because it was fun and did not want things to be too serious. He was only thirty-three, after all, and might want to martyr himself for other people. ↗

— Thomm Quackenbush

#christ #jesus #jesus-christ #love #martyr

Her world fragmented into dozens of sharp, cutting shards, shedding the salty blood and saltier tears that ringed the bitter cocktail of her despair. She was caterpillar and butterfly, both, caught in a cocoon of raw nerves and open sores; she was insanity, wrapped up in the thin, transient wrappings of a temporary lucidity; and she was afraid, because an innate desire lay in the bottom reaches of her psyche for the very poison that was killing her. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#fear #horror #insanity #loneliness #madness