Morbid Quotes

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Laurie Faria Stolarz
“Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die..”
Laurie Faria Stolarz, White Is for Magic

Susan Ee
“I’m fine, Mom. Thanks for asking.”

...

“Of course you’re fine.” She keeps walking. “You’re the devil’s bride and these are his creatures.”

...

“I’m not the devil’s bride.”

“He carried you out of the fire and is letting you visit us from the dead. Who else would have those privileges except his bride?”
Susan Ee, World After

Mark Z. Danielewski
“...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along. ”
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

Arthur Conan Doyle
“It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.”
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

Rachael Lippincott
“It's just life, Will. It'll be over before we know it.”
Rachael Lippincott, Five Feet Apart

“Tanith frowned. Did people still go on DATES any more? She was sure they did. They probably called it something different though. She tried to think of the last date she'd been on. The last PROPER date. Did fighting side by side with Saracen Rue count as a date? They ended up snuggling under the moonlight, drenched in gore and pieces of brain - so it had PROBABLY been a date. If it wasn't, it was certainly a fun time had by all. Well, not ALL. But she and Saracen had sure had a blast.”
Derek Landy, Mortal Coil

Hiromu Arakawa
“Let me tell you a little story. You may have heard it before.
It's a story about a butcher named Barry.

Once upon a time, in central city, there was a butcher named Barry. Barry loved to chop up meat more than anything in the world. But one day, when Barry got tired of just chopping up cows and pigs...
...He found something NEW to chop up-- PEOPLE. And so, he went out night after night in search of fresh meat.
Eventually, Barry was caught, but not before he had slaughtered 23 victims!!! For terrorizing the poor people of central city, Barry was sent straight to the gallows...And everyone else lived happily ever after!”
Hiromu Arakawa, Fullmetal Alchemist, Vol. 3

Louis-Ferdinand Céline
“There is no rest for the humble except in despising the great, whose only thought of the people is inspired by self-interest or sadism.”
Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night

Seanan McGuire
“I could give you children,” said Jack, sounding faintly affronted. “You’d have to tell me how many heads you wanted them to have, and what species you’d like them to be, but what’s the point of having all these graveyards if I can’t give you children when you ask for them?”
Seanan McGuire, Down Among the Sticks and Bones

Dan Wells
“You're a punk?'
'What?'
'What do they call people from the eighties?' I asked.
'Oh,' she laughed. It was a beautiful laugh. 'I'm my mother, actually. I mean, these are her clothes from High School. I guess I should tell people I'm Cyndi Lauper though, or something, because dressing up as your mother is pretty lame.'
'I almost dressed up as my mother,' I said, 'but I was worried what my therapist would say.'
She laughed again, and I realized that she thought I was joking. It was probably for the best, since telling her the second half of my mom costume - a giant fake butcher knife through the head - would probably freak her out.”
Dan Wells, I Am Not a Serial Killer

“Beware of those who are bored and not passionate about life, for they will bore you with reasons for not living.”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“In the end, this volume should be read a s a collection of love stories, Above all, they are tales of love, not the love with which so many stories end – the love of fidelity, kindness and fertility – but the other side of love, its cruelty, sterility and duplicity. In a way, the decadents did accept Nordau's idea of the artist as monster. But in nature, the glory and panacea of romanticism, they found nothing. Theirs is an aesthetic that disavows the natural and with it the body. The truly beautiful body is dead, because it is empty. Decadent work is always morbid, but its attraction to death is through art. What they refused was the condemnation of that monster. And yet despite the decadent celebration of artifice, these stories record art's failure in the struggle against natural horror. Nature fights back and wins, and decadent writing remains a remarkable account of that failure.”
Asti Hustvedt, The Decadent Reader: Fiction, Fantasy, and Perversion from Fin-de-Siècle France

Heather Brewer
“They'll torture you for months before killing you if you run" Otis shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence.”
Heather Brewer, Twelfth Grade Kills

Stephen King
“Twas something else. I had come to hate her, you see. I had come to wish her dead, and that was what held me back.”
Stephen King, Full Dark, No Stars

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
“I see no end to my misery but the grave.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Ruth Stone
“To violate beauty
is the essence of sexual desire.
To procreate is the essence of decay.”
Ruth Stone, In the Next Galaxy

Iris Murdoch
“As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?”
Iris Murdoch, The Sea, The Sea

“On Broad Street, ravens

lurk on the Divine Lorraine Hotel as if to say
Always a corpse flower, never a bride.”
Emily Skaja, Brute: Poems

Ottessa Moshfegh
“He was very intelligent and preoccupied with death and suffering.”
Ottessa Moshfegh, Homesick for Another World

“The ship told you the guilty systems recognizes no innocents. I'd say it does. It recognizes the innocence... only to violate it.”
Ian M. Banks

Vladimir Nabokov
“Penso agli uri e agli angeli, al segreto dei pigmenti duraturi, ai sonetti profetici, al rifugio dell'arte. E questa è la sola immortalità che tu e io possiamo condividere, mia Lolita.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

William H. Hudson
“One extraordinary feature of the private quintas or orchards and plantations in the vicinity of the Saladeros was the walls or hedges. These were built entirely of cows' skulls, seven, eight, or nine deep, placed evenly like stones, the horns projecting. Hundreds of thousands of skulls had been thus used, and some of the old, very long walls, crowned with green grass and with creepers and wild flowers growing from the cavities in the bones, had a strangely picturesque but somewhat uncanny appearance.”
William Henry Hudson, Far Away and Long Ago

“And if we were stuck here forever - and maybe this was just a naturally morbid thought for a teenage boy- I wondered who among us would die first and who ultimately would be left alone.”
Andrew Smith

“And even as we 'wonder' at what we're doing here, so do we also fear-- so deep down below the surface of our lives that few can bear to look at it-- that life is a meaningless jest, an extravagant exercise in morbidity, a tale of sorrow and suffering lit by flashes, and made bearable only by moments of companionship and unsustainable joy. Along the way, as we struggle to come to terms and comprehend why this strange fate has befallen us, time becomes no longer our ally-- the spendthrift assumption of our youth-- but our executioner. It all feels at times like a merciless joke made at our expense, without our consent.”
Mark Frost, Twin Peaks: The Final Dossier
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Iris Murdoch
“One must constantly meditate upon the absurdities of chance, a subject even more edifying than the subject of death.”
Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

Iris Murdoch
“The room had the rather sinister tedium which some bedrooms have, a sort of weary banality which is a reminder of death. A dressing table can be a terrible thing.”
Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

Dorothea Lasky
“But death is the ultimate blissfulness
To be a candy or a corpse
The world holds you on its tongue
And no one can save you”
Dorothea Lasky, Rome: Poems

Horace McCoy
“This was one day Gloria had no reason to be morbid, but she was more morbid than ever.”
Horace McCoy, They Shoot Horses, Don't They?

Patrick Ness
“Hate is the key. Hate is the driver. Hate is the fire that purifies the soldier. The soldier must hate.”
Patrick Ness, The Knife of Never Letting Go

“Learning how to be a human to be human by attending a frat is alike learning how to ride a horse by going to a Tijuana donkey show.”
Ben Kissel, The Last Book on the Left: Stories of Murder and Mayhem from History’s Most Notorious Serial Killers

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