Quotes about Macabre

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But we never get back our youth… The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our sense — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them — Terry Pratchett, Hogfather
I see black light (his last words) — Victor Hugo
That's because only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear - the exact sort of — H.P. Lovecraft, Pickman's Model
Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin. — Edward Gorey
Bethany had liked Miles because he made her laugh. He makes me laugh, too. Miles figured that digging up Bethany's grave — Kelly Link
In death we vanquished enemies,In death, we slew our foes.Blood soaked rage engulfed our blades,When blood lust took its — Angela B. Chrysler, Dolor and Shadow
I rummaged through the drawers in search of a strong poison. I thought of nothing as I looked; I had to get it over with — Max Blecher
The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination,made grotesque by terror, twisted and distorted as — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Neither spoke, but lat silently listening to the ticking of the clock. A stair creaked, and a squeaky mouse scurried noi — W.W. Jacobs, The Monkey's Paw
This apartment, which you no doubt profanely suppose to be the shop of Will Wimble the undertaker --a man whom we know n — Edgar Allan Poe, King Pest
When the stars were right, They could plunge from world to world through the sky; but when the stars were wrong, They co — H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu
William sees it all happen again. The pain is not in the event. The subjection to it and his powerless state each time i — M.R. Gott, Where The Dead Fear to Tread
And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face.Death becomes its withered eyes and the s — Angela B. Chrysler
If I were pressed, I would admit that she was beautiful, in a dead bride sort of way. — Melika Dannese Lux, Corcitura
People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts. — Aniket More, Zero Hour Melancholy
I am not compatible with life. — Aniket More, Zero Hour Melancholy
Murder is only killing in the wrong place. — Pat Barker, The Ghost Road
What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? — Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Against a set of desolate scenery, amid spectral crags and livid mountains of ash, beneath the funereal daylight of slop — Jean Lorrain, Monsieur De Phocas