New levels bring new devils. Stay unapologetically committed to your goals and let go of anyone who poisons your spirit.
Steve MaraboliTag: goals spirit poison devils be-you
Service and gratitude will fuel your relationship; entitlement and expectation will poison it.
Steve MaraboliTag: life love service expectation poison gratitude giving relationship
I'm going to put death in all their food and watch them die.
Shirley JacksonShe said I'd poison his mind and make him a fascist.
I said she'd poison his body and make him an addict.
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Anna Petrovna (to Shabelsky): You can't make a simple joke without an injection of venom. You are a poisonous man.
Joking apart, Count, you're very poisonous. It's hideously boring to live with you. You're always grumpy, complaining, you find everyone bad, good for nothing. Tell me frankly, Count, did you ever speak well of anyone?
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So? I know damn well that I didn’t poison her.”
Veronica Lane, M.D., Treating Murder
Tag: poison thriller doctor defense
Let us drink deep brothers,' he cried, leaving off his strange anointment for a while, to lift a great glass, filled with sparkling liquor, to his lips. 'Let us drink to our approaching triumph. Let us drink to the great poison, Macousha. Subtle seed of Death, - swift hurricane that sweeps away Life, - vast hammer that crushes brain and heart and artery with its resistless weight, -I drink to it.'
'It is a noble concoction, Duke Balthazar,' said Madame Filomel, nodding in her chair as she swallowed her wine in great gulps. 'Where did you obtain it?'
'It is made,' said the Wondersmith, swallowing another great draught of wine ere he replied, 'in the wild woods of Guiana, in silence and in mystery. Only one tribe of Indians, the Macoushi Indians, know the secret. It is simmered over fires built of strange woods, and the maker of it dies in the making. The place, for a mile around the spot where it is fabricated, is shunned as accursed. Devils hover over the pot in which it stews; and the birds of the air, scenting the smallest breath of its vapour from far away, drop to earth with paralysed wings, cold and dead.'
'It kills, then, fast?' asked Kerplonne, the artificial-eye maker, - his own eyes gleaming, under the influence of the wine, with a sinister lustre, as if they had been fresh from the factory, and were yet untarnished by use.
'Kills?' echoed the Wondersmith, derisively; 'it is swifter than thunderbolts, stronger than lightning. But you shall see it proved before we let forth our army on the city accursed. You shall see a wretch die, as if smitten by a falling fragment of the sun.'
("The Wondersmith")
This wine is grand. This poison is grand. It is fine to have good wine to drink, and good poison to kill with, is it not?
("The Wondersmith")
There is no greater symphony of self-destruction than the beautifully poisonous melody found in our excuses.
Steve MaraboliA little toxin is the best tonic.
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