Black Gothic Quotes

#1. For me black is not dark, it's poetic. I don't think of gothic I think of classic - it's a big difference.

Ann Demeulemeester

#2. Free your heart from hatred - forgive. Free your mind from worries - most never happen. Live simply and appreciate what you have. Give more. Expect less.

Stephen Covey

#3. I agree with your remark about loving your enemy as far as actions are concerned. But for me the cognitive basis is the trust in an unrestricted causality. 'I cannot hate him, because he must do what he does.' That means for me more Spinoza than the prophets.

Albert Einstein

#4. A good friend of mine once said, I have never met a bigot who was a reader as a child.

Marion Dane Bauer

#5. Sudenly a gothic old man flu in on his broomstick. He had lung black hair and a looong black bread. He wus werring a blak robe dat sed 'avril lavigne' on da back. He shotted a spel and Vlodemort ran away. It was ... DUMBLYDORE!

Tara Gilesbie

#6. By keeping the truly important things front and center, we often get the perspective we need to make better decisions.

Michael Hyatt

#7. It didn't seem fair that so much bad could happen in so short a time.
Or maybe I was just using up all the horrible now. Maybe the next eighty years would be full of nothing but Yahtzee and collecting various cats. That might be nice.

Rachel Hawkins

#8. Dying would be normal for me, and one day, I'd be buried beneath a stone, and nothing would matter anymore. It'd be ordinary, like life.
And that terrified me, endlessly.

Rae Hachton

#9. There is absolutely nothing monstrous about being a vampire. In fact, it's quite beautiful.

Rae Hachton

#10. My outfit was a black dress with a corset waist, off-the-shoulder sleeves, and a large ball gown skirt. It looked like something someone might've worn to a Gothic wedding. And then they'd been buried in it for a few months.

Amanda Hocking

#11. This is how 2001 should have ended, he thought. This is infinity.

Rainbow Rowell

#12. Jane sneezed three hundred dollars' worth of coke into the air.

Krishna's black eyes seem to have mirrors in them. She glances at me with a smile as big as the Cheshire Cat's.

Anthea Carson

#13. You see the world in colors,
I see in Black and Red.

Irum Zahra

#14. Surrender. Surrender.

Lailah Gifty Akita

#15. If you want to be heard, be honest not loud.

Saru Singhal

#16. There are televisions and radios and the sounds of life, but too there is the sound of death, crying and oxygen tanks, and the squeaky wheels on wheelchairs. Like life and death are in a very close proximity to one another.

Jon Chopan

#17. So where are you headed if you're already home?" Jane smiled. "Just 'cause you're born in a place don't make it home.

Sarah McCoy

#18. Magic is a state of mind. It is often portrayed as very black and gothic, and that is because certain practitioners played that up for a sense of power and prestige. That is a disservice. Magic is very colorful. Of this, I am sure.

Alan Moore

#19. He stood at the foot of the grave, gloved hands clasped behind him, his dark clothes and hair blending into one black silhouette, as if he were not a presence but an absence, a hole cut out of the landscape.

Amanda DeWees

#20. I decorated my house like a medieval gothic castle, European-style. Chandeliers and red velvet curtains. My bedroom is pink and black, my bathroom is totally Hello Kitty, I have a massive pink couch and a big antique gold cross.

Avril Lavigne

#21. You Just scared me half to death," I said.
"You should be thrilled you're halfway there.

Rae Hachton

#22. I have to admit I've never had a Fruit Loop.

Ruth Reichl

#23. He woke once more to external reality, looked round him, knew what he saw- knew
it, with a sinking sense of horror and disgust, for the recurrent delirium
of his days and nights, the nightmare of swarming indistinguishable sameness.

Aldous Huxley

#24. This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.

Mervyn Peake