#pen

Who are you?” Her eyes snapped open, and her voice held a hysterical edge. “Do I even know who you are?” He stepped over Walker’s battered corpse and grabbed her by the shoulders, leaned down so that his no-doubt foul breath washed over her face. “I am your husband, my lady.” She turned her face away from him. He shook her. “The one you promised to obey always.” “Simon—” “The one you said you’d cleave to, forsaking all others.” “I—” “The one you make love to at night.” “I don’t know if I can live with you anymore.” The words were a whisper, but they rang in his head like a death knell. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lucy #simondababe #the-serpent-prince #death

All that guides me is fear, And all that finds me is loss Death defines which paths I cross It is within the shadows that I stumble And I am desperate without a voice Here I am threatened by the resolve that you are my soul But if my lies are the path that I have to wander because there is no choice Will you love me still? In the darkness of the night when I wish to do nothing more than take flight? Will you hold me to this plane and ease the suffering and pain? When all you know is the truth And all they see is the lies Will I be the one you find, or the one you leave behind? Alone may be the only home I shall find ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#ya-romance #death

Independence is earned by a few words of cheap confidence ↗

— Albert Camus

#sarcasm #death

Eve: "She completely eye-fucked you." Roarke: "I know. I feel so cheap and used." Eve: "Shit. You got off on it. Men always do." Roarke: "True enough, which is why we're so often cheap and used. ↗

— J.D. Robb

#suspense #death

With a firm hushed tone, she replied, "Just let him go. Women like Anne will always be the best choice for our lifestyle" "Well, that may be true, but at least when he was with me, he didn't have to drink himself to death just to get through the day ↗

— Devon Ashley

#jenna #oooohhhh #penelope-jennings #death

Sensationalism dies quickly, fear is long-lived. ↗

— Agatha Christie

#agatha-christie #bestselling #christie #fiction #hercule

Black Creek Burning: “It was a polite, white lie,” Brie whispered. “I’ll have to remember you think that way,” Nathan said. ↗

— R.T. Wolfe

#black-creek-burning #gardening #murder #romantic-suspense #sweet

While the moral force of Judeo-Christian tradition and the law have sought to purify the penis, and to restrict its seed to the sanctified institution of matrimony, the penis is not by nature a monogamous organ. It knows no moral code. It was designed by nature for waste, it craves variety, and nothing less than castration will eliminate the allure of prostitution, fornication adultery, or pornography. ↗

— Gay Talese

#sexuality #design

The true basis and propaedeutic for all knowledge of human nature is the persuasion that a man's actions are, essentially and as a whole, not directed by his reason and its designs; so that no one becomes this or that because he wants to, though he want to never so much, but that his conduct proceeds from his inborn and inalterable character, is narrowly and in particulars determined by motivation, and is thus necessarily the product of these two factors. ↗

— Arthur Schopenhauer

#existentialism #maxims #schopenhauer #design

Fly without wings; Dream with open eyes; See in darkness. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

#dejan-stojanovic #dreams #flying #literature #literature-quotes