Goth Quotes

Quotes tagged as "goth" (showing 1-30 of 62)
Magenta Periwinkle
“Could a scar be like the rings of a tree, reopened with each emotional season?”
Magenta Periwinkle, Cutting Class

Stacey Kade
“Nice. I like a little desperation in
a guy. It builds character.”
Stacey Kade, Queen of the Dead

Simona Panova
“Oh, he did look like a deity – the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.”
Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

Magenta Periwinkle
“I had choosen the path of the black sheep rather than that of the unicorns and puppies.”
Magenta Periwinkle, Cutting Class

Meg Cabot
“Did you see him? I know the photo was grainy, but he looks like one of those death metal goth heads, or whatever they’re called. All dressed in black with long hair

I took umbrage at my mother describing my boyfriend this way. John was the Lord of the Underworld. How else was he supposed to dress?”
Meg Cabot, Underworld

Stacey Kade
“What happened to you?" she asked.
"Ben was feeling artistic. Wanted to rearrange my face.”
Stacey Kade, Body & Soul

Heather Brewer
“She raised a sharp eyebrow at him. "Vlad, no offense, but look at you. If you're not a vampire, you're clearly the most anemic goth I've ever seen."... "We believed you. Because that's what friends do."
pg267 October to Vlad”
Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

Stacey Kade
“At least I graduated," he muttered, stabbing the key in and unlocking the door.
I sucked in a breath. "I think dying was a little out of my control, thank you very much."
"If you say so". He shrugged, but I saw the corner of his mouth turn up into a faint smile.”
Stacey Kade

“Goth was sort of the melancholy cousin of punk that says: there's a lot of evil in this world, there's a lot of very mean spirited people and that makes me sad.”
Aurelio Voltaire Hernández

E.A. Bucchianeri
“If on thoughts of death we are fed,
Thus, a coffin, became my bed.”
E.A. Bucchianeri, Phantom Phantasia: Poetry for the Phantom of the Opera Phan

Nathan Squiers
“Brian came in heavy at that moment on his guitar, the rapid, high-pitched squeal ranging back and forth as his fingers flew along the frets. As the intro's tempo grew more rapid, Bekka heard Derek's subtle bass line as it worked its way in. After another few seconds Will came in, slow at first, but racing along to match the others' pace. When their combined efforts seemed unable to get any heavier, David jumped into the mix.

As the sound got nice and heavy, Bekka began to rock back-and-forth onstage. In front of her, hundreds of metal-lovers began to jump and gyrate to their music. She matched their movements for a moment, enjoying the connection that was being made, before stepping over to the keyboard that had been set up behind her. Sliding her microphone into an attached cradle, she assumed her position and got ready. Right on cue, all the others stopped playing, throwing the auditorium into an abrupt silence. Before the crowd could react, however, Bekka's fingers began to work the keys, issuing a rhythm that was much softer and slower than what had been built up. The audience's violent thrash-dance calmed at that moment and they began to sway in response.

Bekka smiled to herself.

This is what she lived for.”
Nathan Squiers, Death Metal

Stacey Kade
“I couldn't loose somebody else like that, without even the chance to say good-bye. Not again. Not her.”
Stacey Kade

Gena Showalter
“When people look at me, they automatically assume I'm dark and weird. Why can't they see the truth? I'm just a girl, trying to find my place in the world.”
Gena Showalter

Stacey Kade
“Do you have any idea who Erin was kissing?"
"Yeah, so we'll brush out teeth really, really thoroughly afterwards," I said, bumping her nose with mine gently. I wasn't going to let anyone spoil this moment.”
Stacey Kade

“Should have taken warning it's just
People mourning
Running, hiding, lost
You can't find, find a place to go, so it's

Red skies at night
Red skies at night, whoa oh, oh oh oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh... red skies at night, red skies at night, whoa oh, oh oh oh...

Someone's taking over, and it look like they're aiming right at you...
Someone said we'll be dead by morning...
Someone cries, leaving... red skies at night, whoa oh-h-h”
Cy Curnin The Fixx

Gena Showalter
“Honestly, I'd rather be anywhere else. Even home, where my dad begins almost every conversation with, "You should lose the black clothes and wear something with color." Puh-lease. Like I want to look like every Barbie clone in Hell High, a.k.a. Oklahoma's insignificant Haloway High School. Ironically, Dad doesn't appreciate the bright blue streaks in my originally blond/now-dyed-black hair. Go figure. That's color, right?”
Gena Showalter

Rebecca McNutt
“There's always one sure way of finding out that you're a misfit. When you're eleven years old, and your friends are telling you that they just sneaked into the theater to watch 'Twilight' and that it was "sooooo emotional and sooooo terrifying and soooooo romantic!" - but you've been spending the summer watching 'Rosemary's Baby' and 'Don't Look Now' and knowing the lines to all the Alfred Hitchcock films by heart - that's the moment you realize that you're a misfit.”
Rebecca McNutt

Ruadhán J. McElroy
“I never saw "being different" in and of itself as the point to "being Goth" -- dressing different from most others, maybe, but the point to me was to get together with people who liked the same music and clothes, or at least very similar music and clothes, and go to clubs, go to movies, go to coffee-houses and hold poetry readings and, in general, just have some good harmless fun. Did I look like a dork? Sure, but so did everybody else in the club. We weren't "being different", at least not all of us, we just were different and the point was to stop bitching about being different and just have fun.”
Ruadhán J. McElroy
tags: fun, goth, youth

Daniel Clowes
“You were right, everybody hates my new car. Becky said it was a goth dorkmobile.”
Daniel Clowes, Ghost World

Emily Gould
“Amy had always thought she was too vain and selfish to seriously contemplate suicide, also too afraid of pain. She realized now that when she'd thought that, she hadn't understood how painful existence could get. It could get so painful, it turned out, that any other kind of pain began to seem preferable. She felt ridiculous thinking these goth-teenager thoughts, but they were real.”
Emily Gould, Friendship

Christopher Moore
“Lily liked the fog, and didn't even mind the cold wind. She reckoned that Ocean Beach, the dunes there, and the Sunset were the closest San Francisco was going to come to the foreboding, wind-swept moors of England, where she had aspired to suffer romance and heartache when she was a kid. The foghorn, however, rather than a lonesome lament that conjured images of Heathcliff's dark figure, waiting with clenched jaw on the moor for her to bring light and warmth into his life, sounded like a distressed moose tied up in her neighbor's garage, having his nut sack singed with jumper cables at a precise interval calculated to keep her from falling asleep. Which, in turn, made her think of what complete douche bags people could be when all you wanted to do was borrow a defibrillator. Then she was awake and angry.”
Christopher Moore, Secondhand Souls

Laure Eve
“I fell over twice. It was loud. The garden was black outside our circle of light. The endless night stretched all around us, so we told each other that we had to be close together, together in the dark.”
Laure Eve, The Graces

“The only kids that attended my birthday parties any more were Goth ones, wondering if the celebration of my spawning would kill again.”
Jim Dyar, The Zeus Gambit

Judith M. Fertig
“I was starting to think of her as the "Goth Van Gogh" on a good day or "Vampira" on a bad one. She took a little getting used to.”
Judith M. Fertig, The Cake Therapist

Judith M. Fertig
“Jett's artistic talent was as weighty and emphatic as the heavy black makeup she applied to her lips and eyelids.”
Judith M. Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

Judith M. Fertig
“Let's not freak out here," Jett said, ever the diplomat in venom green nail polish and little skull earrings. "People aren't going to come until they've had their dinner. Pie is for dessert."
Maggie and I stood behind the counter, arms folded, and stared out the display window.
Jett shook her head. Leave it to her to be remarkably upbeat while the rest of us were uncharacteristically morose. "Maybe we should open up so that this wonderful pie aroma brings them in," she said brightly. She opened the door and used it to fan the pie air out onto the street.
And it worked.
Somebody walked in.”
Judith M. Fertig, The Memory of Lemon

Peter Hook
“Like the time I threw out Pete Murphy of Bauhaus for saying those six immortal words to Slim when he'd forgotten his backstage pass: 'Don't you know who I am?'
'Ha, ha, yeah, I do,' I said, 'You're out, arsehole'.”
Peter Hook, The Haçienda: How Not to Run a Club

Sara  Taylor
“I realized how much it must suck to be a parent. You devote everything to your kids, who just end up growing up and disliking you. I felt bad for them briefly, but at least they had each other. In that moment I decided I wouldn't have kids. I don't think I could handle the level of betrayal I'd feel once I realized they weren't interested in me anymore.”
Sara Taylor, Boring Girls

“There's really nothing sadder than goth kids in a warm-weather climate.”
David Crabb, Bad Kid: A Memoir on Growing Up Goth & Gay in Texas
tags: goth, goths

Flannery O'Connor
“Lady," he said, and turned and gave her his full attention, "lemme tell you something. There's one of these doctors in Atlanta that's taken a knife and cut the human heart-the human heart," he repeated, leaning forward, "out of a man's chest and held it in his hand," and he held his hand out, palm up, as if it were slightly weighted with the human heart, "and studied it like it was a day-old chicken, and lady," he said, allowing a long significant pause in which his head slid forward and his clay-colored eyes brightened, "he don't know no more about it than you or me."

"That's right," the old woman said.”
Flannery O'Connor, A Good Man is Hard to Find and Other Stories
tags: goth

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