Gothic Romance Quotes

“I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”
― Jess C Scott, The Devilin Fey

“One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies.

“They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.”
― Jess C Scott, The Devilin Fey

“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

“Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“Mine first --mine last-- mine even in the grave!”
― Louisa May Alcott

“Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“She says it is a school for bluestockings which, according to her, is really only a fashionable way of saying it is a school for ugly girls who cannot find suitable husbands. To tease her, for I believe it is one of his greatest pleasures in this life, my father bought a pair of blue silk stockings for me the day we received my letter of acceptance. That evening and the next, father and I dined alone.”
― Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl

“You Just scared me half to death," I said.

"You should be thrilled you're halfway there.”
― Rae Hachton, Pretty In Black

“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, Black Satin

“Another tug and a yank at my chestnut curls and she snarls at me, “You are so much like her.”
This is something my mother often says and never explains. Though it is a great mystery to me it is also a blessing, for she always hurries from the room after saying it.”
― Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl

“It seemed to me that Mr. Forrester would approve of a woman who could follow him in conversation and not be baffled by ledgers and currency conversions. I had grossly overestimated him.”
― Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl

“But there is nothing, no trace that she’s ever existed. She is not here. She will never be here again.
Because of me.”
― Christine Fonseca, Libera Me

“Vijaya prefers to eat alone. Rob ushered her into the room and held a chair for her, then sat across from her. "Many Indians regard eating as something that should be done in private. Considering the table manners of some of our best people, one can see their point."

Patricia Frances Rowell”
― Patricia Frances Rowell

“A human life is a beautiful thing," he said. "You humans.... you feel. You feel so deeply that it consumes you. There were humans I kept a watch over, though I would blink and they'd be fifty, sixty
years older—and the time would come for me to meet them. For the longest time, I pitied them for their short lives. And I admit, Signa, that I have grown more callous with my age. But I have also grown to admire humans. They've such a short time to experience their lives, and so they must feel deeply. They must experience in one life-time things it's taken me an eternity to experience. When I see men like Elijah, rather than feel guilt for what I've done, I remember that he feels sorrow because he loved so deeply. And were I not real, Little Bird, were I not Death, he would never have experienced that love. So which is better? To live forever, or to live and love?”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“For the sake of your bright eyes, Jem Merlyn.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Jamaica Inn

“Don't resent me when I've only just gotten you, please, for I am what makes this world beautiful.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“You are not cursed-you are a reaper. You are the night incarnate, the ferrier of souls. You are the bridge between the living and the dead—a caged bird that's ready to fly. So spread your wings, Signa Farrow, because you are limitless. Spread your wings, and oh, how we'll fly.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“You know something. Life really is too short. We need to focus on the beautiful things in life, not its miseries. Life’s-end for one person doesn’t define them. It’s the memories that they make while they’re alive.”
― T.H. Cini, In Amongst the Cornfields and Other Stories

“I stood still for a moment, attending carefully when I saw the same figure again in front of the church, heading towards the corners. I lurched forward but tripped. I then saw black.”
― T.H. Cini, In Amongst the Cornfields and Other Stories

“Because right now I am simply a rag doll in a boat with a skeleton whom I love. Madly, Feverishly. Floating through a town where my title doesn't matter. Queen, queen, queen. Where no one knows who I am.”
― Shea Ernshaw, Long Live the Pumpkin Queen: Tim Burton’s The Nightmare Before Christmas

“You know something. Life really is too short. We need to focus on the beautiful things in life, not their miseries. Life’s-end for one person doesn’t define them. It’s the memories that they make while they’re alive.”
― T.H. Cini

“You know something. Life really is too short. We need to focus on the beautiful things in life, not their miseries. Life’s-end for one person doesn’t define them. It’s the memories that they make while they’re alive.”

T.H. Cini
From the book, In Amongst the Cornfields and Other Stories – The Lost Letter of Geraldine Thompson”
― T.H. Cini, In Amongst the Cornfields and Other Stories

“We shouldn’t be doing this,”

“No, we shouldn’t,” he agreed, thankfully not stopping. “I need to stay away from you. I don’t know what sorcery this is,” he whispered to her, his words floating over her face as he leaned closer, “but I have to stop.”
― RuNyx, Gothikana

“I wanted to dash myself against your rocks like a wave, to obliterate my old self and see what rose shining and new from the sea foam. The only words I had to describe you in those early days were plunging cliffside or primordial sea, crystal-cold stars or black expanse of sky. I dove down deep into your psyche, turning over every word you gave me like a jewel. Looking for meaning, seeking out the mysteries of you. I didn’t care if I lost myself in the process”
― S.T. Gibson

“She no longer feared what brewed within her, and
she was done making apologies for who she was. Signa would not just burn; she would ignite.”
― Adalyn Grace, Belladonna

“For once, she had an answer. "I am free." And then she turned to Gundry and let the hellhound have his feast.”
― Adalyn Grace , Belladonna

“(Κάθυ:) Πόσες φορές δεν αψηφήσαμε μαζί τα φαντάσματα και προκαλέσαμε ο ένας τον άλλον να σταθεί ανάμεσα στα μνήματα και να τα καλέσει να έρθουν. Όμως, Χίθκλιφ, αν σε προκαλούσα τώρα θα τολμούσες να έρθεις πάλι μαζί μου ως εκεί; Τούτη τη φορά, θα σε κρατήσω αν έρθεις. Δεν θα κείτομαι μονάχη μου εκεί πέρα. Μπορούν, αν θέλουν, να με θάψουν βαθιά στα δώδεκα πόδια και να βάλουν ακόμη κι ολόκληρο ρο παρεκκλήσι από πάνω μου. Όμως εγώ δεν πρόκειται να αναπαυτώ στο μνήμα μου, μέχρι να έρθεις να με βρεις. Ποτέ – ακούς; - ποτέ.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“(Χίθκλιφ:) Ω, Κάθυ, είπες δεν σε νοιάζει αν υποφέρω. Κι εγώ ένα μόνο πράγμα εύχομαι και μία προσευχή κάνω, που θα την λέω και θα την ξαναλέω μέχρι η γλώσσα μου να πετρώσει. Κάθριν Ένσο είθε να μην βρεις ανάπαυση, όσο εγώ είμαι ακόμα ζωντανός. Είπες ότι εγώ σε σκότωσα. Στοίχειωσε με, λοιπόν… Μείνε μαζί μου παντοτινά, πάρε όποια μορφή θέλεις, τρέλανε με. Μόνο μη με αφήνεις σε αυτή την άβυσσο, όπου μάταια ψάχνω να σε βρω. Ω, Θεέ μου. Είναι ανείπωτο, δεν μπορώ να ζήσω χωρίς τη ζωή μου, δεν μπορώ να ζήσω χωρίς τη ψυχή μου.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“(Χίθκλιφ:) Την μέρα που την έθαψαν έπεσε χιόνι. Το βράδυ πήγα στο κοιμητήρι. Φυσούσε παγερός, χειμωνιάτικος ο άνεμος κι όλα γύρω ήταν βυθισμένα στη σιγή… Έτσι όπως ήμουν ολομόναχος κι έχοντας επίγνωση πως δύο γιάρδες νιόσκαφτο χώμα ήταν το μόνο εμπόδιο που μας χώριζε, είπα μέσα μου: Θα την κρατήσω ξανά στην αγκαλιά μου. Κι αν είναι παγωμένη, θα πω πως φταίει ο βοριάς. Κι αν είναι ακίνητη, θα πω πως κοιμάται.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights

“Την μέρα που την έθαψαν έπεσε χιόνι. Το βράδυ πήγα στο κοιμητήρι. Φυσούσε παγερός, χειμωνιάτικος ο άνεμος κι όλα γύρω ήταν βυθισμένα στη σιγή… Έτσι όπως ήμουν ολομόναχος κι έχοντας επίγνωση πως δύο γιάρδες νιόσκαφτο χώμα ήταν το μόνο εμπόδιο που μας χώριζε, είπα μέσα μου: Θα την κρατήσω ξανά στην αγκαλιά μου. Κι αν είναι παγωμένη, θα πω πως φταίει ο βοριάς. Κι αν είναι ακίνητη, θα πω πως κοιμάται.”
― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights