Wir lieben den Geschmack von Blut, doch sein bloßer Anblick macht uns Angst.

Well, that’s the most accurate thing you’ve said so far.”I grabbed the basket and jerked open the car door. Without another word, I stormed off, refusing to look back in case he saw the tears...

Don’t ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I’d forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips...

Seems,” madam? Nay, it is; I know not “seems.”‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor...

You know why I cannot.

I’m sick of this. It’s like being twelve again, dealing with all this damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn’t like me?

Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was...

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

Her entire life, she’d been told sin was wrong, a black and white interpretation of what is evil and what is holy in the world—colored like a priest’s robe and collar—but she never believed it...

I’m not the enemy. I’m not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you’re already hurting, but I’m someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want...

They say an unhappy man wants distractions-something to take him out of himself. Only as a dog-tired man wants an extra blanket on a cold night; he’d rather lie there shivering than get up and...

Wer seinem Volk Angst macht, der braucht es […] nicht zu fürchten.

The young of the town, preoccupied with their own germinating angst, which each possessed in varying degree (though few were ever fully aware of its existence), felt no particular connection to the land, its people,...

A united front announcing a split.

She very much feared that if she stayed with Maximus, this awful taint – this terribly wrong act – would, day by day, year by year, wear at her until she was no more than...

Angst is not the human condition, it’s the purgatory between what we have and what we want but can’t get.

I couldn’t tell anyone how I felt because I knew they wouldn’t understand. Oh, poor little Christina, falling for the bad man who treats her like dirt because she didn’t know any better. And isn’t...

If you needed revenge, you’ve got it. Every minute that I’m with you knowing that you’re not mine is like hydrochloric acid in a razor cut.

Soli fjella, glein og glatt,fjell står att og stengjer …Alt er tagna. Ned kjem nattpå breie, svarte vengjer,då vaknar dulde strengjer.Og Sátan kjem med all sin her,og Himmelørn og Herrens vêr,og angest-orm,og eld og storm,og...

When I penetrate into that house, if I ever do, it will be to go on turning, faster and faster, more and more convulsive, like a constipated dog, or one suffering from worms, overturning furniture,...

I am happy with you.” It was only a half-lie. In truth, being with him made me happier than anything. But it was a bittersweet happiness because from this moment on, it would be overshadowed...

Was man über Angst erreichte, das wurde stets auch mit Angst bezahlt. Die Mächtigen fielen irgendwann genauso der Hybris der Macht zum Opfer, wie die Ohnmächtigen dem Zorn über ihre Machtlosigkeit.

Have we become so defensive that we cannot even tolerate a kind act?

Kein Mensch, der in Furcht oder Sorge oder Chaos lebt, ist frei, aber wer sich von Sorgen, Furcht und Chaos befreit, wird dadurch auch aus der Sklaverei befreit.

The letter had been crumpled up and tossed onto the grate. It had burned all around the edges, so the names at the top and bottom had gone up in smoke. But there was enough...

Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.

I felt despair. The word’s overused and banalified now, despair, but it’s a serious word, and I’m using it seriously. For me it denotes a simple admixture — a weird yearning for death combined with...

Maybe he would see me as weak and stupid. Maybe he was right.

I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were...

Mel rolled her eyes. “You can’t live your life based on ‘what-ifs,’ Liv. And change is inevitable. It’s the one thing you can always count on. Stop worrying about what might or not happen and...

Not your distress. Never that. I loved— I loved being there. Next to you. The pile of limbs that was Us. Together in the same bed. Even if it meant waking up with a few...

I’m with you; it’s only me.

There’s a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night’s.

Yes. I remember.”His voice had deepened. I remember. Mina did, too, every conversation they’d had over breakfast, and it made her heart ache. Such a strange thing… She suddenly couldn’t laugh anymore.

That’s not cruel. This is. You come here in the middle of the night, expecting me to be awake, and ask—no, demand—me to give you things that belong to me as much as they belong...

When you’re young, you always feel that life hasn’t yet begun—that “life” is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you’re old and the scheduled life...

If he would see me again, I would die happy. In the meantime, I was merely dying.

Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?

I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do,” I breathed, trying hard to pretend I wasn’t fazed by what just happened. “You weren’t listening to me.”He stared at me with intensity for several seconds....

The problem with having friends was that you might lose them. Or they might get hurt.

I’m Allen Walker!”My life….is over…I’m going to die….

It’s my duty as a human being to be pissed off

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

Oh, brothers! I don’t care for brothers. My elder brother won’t die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

Back then, come July, and the blazers would again make their way out of the steel trunks and evenings would be spent looking at snow-capped mountains from our terrace and spotting the first few lights...

Confidence is what we get when we take fear, face it and replace it.