An exaltation of spirit lifted me, as it were, far above the earth and the sinful creatures crawling on its surface; and I deemed myself as an eagle among the children of men, soaring on high, and looking down with pity and contempt on the grovelling creatures below.
James HoggTags: madness religion gothic rural scottish edinburgh
The attendance of that brother was now become like the attendance of a demon on some devoted being that had sold himself to destruction
James HoggTags: murder madness religion gothic rural scottish edinburgh
The crow cawed again overhead, and a strong sea wind came in and burst through the trees, making the green pine needles shake themselves all over the place. That sound always gave me goose bumps, the good kind. It was the sound an orphan governess hears in a book,before a mad woman sets the bed curtains on fire.
April Genevieve TucholkeTags: horror gothic sound crow
River had never lost his cool, not since I'd know him. That was the thing about River. He was calm. Calm as a summer's day. Calm as a gentle nap in the sun. Even when girls were fainting and men were slitting their throats in front of you.
April Genevieve TucholkeTags: horror calm gothic river-west
The grandeur of the Institute never failed to impress Magnus - the way it towered high and mighty above everything else, timeless and unmoving in its Gothic disapproval of all that was modern and changeable.
Cassandra ClareTags: disapproval gothic modern magnus-bane timeless
I am a solitary wave in the dark and desolate sea: and the sparkling glass I drank was drugged with misery.
Adelbert von ChamissoOnce upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of medicine by the sea.
Nicholaus PatnaudeTags: tragedy suicide gothic literary-fiction tragic-love-story emergency-press first-aide-medicine new-books-2013
The world was alive, the sky descending; our times were lullabies and sad goodbyes.
Nicholaus PatnaudeTags: pain sadness death gothic sublime innocence-lost
She tasted like a Chateau Margaux, perfectly rounded, slightly plumy with an aftertaste of ripe berries.
Simon OkillI was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.
And buried.
Tags: truth romantic lies romance death secret lie dead lying secrets mystery suspense hidden gothic young-adult agree hide secretive buried freya remain cardew
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