#rid

Pride the first peer and president of hell. ↗

— Daniel Defoe

#hell #peer #president #pride

Max felt his eye twitching. He knew he should be yelling, but his limbs wouldn’t move. This was what it felt like to be paralyzed with rage. Yes, he was going to do it. He was going to finally go utterly psychotic and prove the whole town right. He was going to walk over to those arrogant assholes and take the first one apart. Then he’d beat the other one to death with his dead brother’s leg. He looked to his own brother. Rye would save him from his towering rage. Rye would have calming words. Rye would talk him down. Rye’s face was red as he pointed at the young cowboys. “You, kill now, Max. ↗

— Sophie Oak

#sophie-oak #three-to-ride #death

If Christ is God, He cannot sin, and if suffering was a sin in and by itself, He could not have suffered and died for us. However, since He took the most horrific death to redeem us, He showed us in fact that suffering and pain have great power. ↗

— E.A. Bucchianeri

#cross #death #death-and-dying #god #good-friday

To go to bed at night in Madrid marks you as a little queer. For a long time your friends will be a little uncomfortable about it. Nobody goes to bed in Madrid until they have killed the night. Appointments with a friend are habitually made for after midnight at the cafe. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#night #sleeping-at-night #death

Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death... ↗

— Georges Rodenbach

#death #girl #death

This very pride in keeping his word was that he was keeping it to miscreants. It was his last triumph over these lunatics to go down into their dark room and die for something that they could not even understand. The barrel-organ seemed to give the marching tune with the energy and the mingled noises of a whole orchestra; and he could hear deep and rolling, under all the trumpets of the pride of life, the drums of the pride of death. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#life #pride #death

Long, discursive, dry, and inane are the prayers in many pulpits. Without unction or heart, they fall like a killing frost on all the graces of worship. Death-dealing prayers they are. Every vestige of devotion has perished under their breath. The deader they are the longer they grow. ↗

— E.M. Bounds

#pride #death

There's a certain amount of sympathy here for the Bush administration's problem, which is they would like to get rid of Saddam Hussein and they would like to have the Kurds autonomous. ↗

— Les Aspin

#amount #autonomous #bush #certain #get

Don’t listen to the ramblings of fools,” he said, smiling grimly. “When it comes down to it, if they knew the truth, no one would want to live on this earth forever. ↗

— Melika Dannese Lux

#death #greydanus #hybrid-vampires #immortality #melika-dannese-lux

Sure, give me an adventure and I'll ride it. ↗

— Melissa Auf der Maur

#give #give me #i #me #ride