Grim Quotes

“Some people flinch at storms, but not me. I’ve always loved them. There’s something romantic about the way the sky unravels and demands attention. Storms don’t pretend to be anything but what they are. They come undone in a furiously loud sight. I admire that frankness.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“There’s something sacred about unread books. The promise of them, the reminder that there is always another story out there, waiting to be shared.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“But I barely hear her. I’m staring at my hands like they betrayed me. I shouldn’t have been able to touch her. Reapers can’t touch the living. It’s rule one. Basic metaphysics. The ironclad law of the OtherWorld. We pass through. We guide. We never touch. We can’t. Except … My fingers still remember the curve of her hip. The heat of her. The weight. I reach out without thinking, kneeling beside her, and run my hand gently along her cheek. Soft. Warm. Real. It’s impossible. “This can’t be happening. There’s no w—OW!” Her fist collides with my jaw before I can finish the thought. “Don’t touch me!”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“Some people flinch at storms, but not me. I’ve always loved them. There’s something romantic about the way the sky unravels and demands attention. Storms don’t pretend to be anything but what they are. They come undone in a furiously loud sight. I admire that frankness. There’s a strange kind of peace in it too—the way the air stills before the crack, the hush that makes even the ghosts pause. Thunder reminds me that the world’s still turning. That a force that has seen generations come and go still thrashes and breathes and sings.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“Your father might have treated you like a princess, Rue Chamberlain,” he says as he traces my cheek with his thumb, “but I intend to make you a queen.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“Across the room, Selma is crocheting something with yarn that is aggressively purple, watching us with the”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“Grief is not sorrow. Sorrow is a guest who will leave. Grief is a parasite—it latches on, it feeds, it remakes. It is a rot that eats away at you and leaves only a husk. It is the weight pressing down on my chest with every breath, my dark shadow beside me, whispering I will never be whole again.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“Because I was tired of being a scalpel when I could be a stitch.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“Daryl. That’s his real name. Not Death, Doom, or Damien. No, no. Just Daryl. And if you ever call him that to his face, make sure you’ve already picked your replacement because your second death won’t be as pleasant as your first.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“But never, not in my darkest nightmares, did I imagine that love would be the very thing to unmake me.”
― D.J. Krimmer, Grim

“Τίποτα δεν είναι αδύνατο” (Típota den eínai adýnato)
“What did you just mumble, Reaper?”
“Nothing is impossible.”
“In Greek.”
“Yes.”
“Why Greek?”
“What? I don’t know. The language fit the mood. I know 10 of them, might as well use them.”
― Joe Arden, Grim

“Ice cream?”
“Yes, ice cream.”
There’s a beat of silence while I try to figure out if she’s serious.
“That’s what’s keeping you from spiraling into despair? Frozen dairy?”
“That and spite!”, she says brightly grabbing her bag.”
― Joe Arden, Grim

“Well, that was anticlimactic.”
“Sorry to disappoint, I’m normally quite climactic.”
“Has that line ever worked?”
“More times than I can count”
“Because you’re so terrible at math?”
“Exactly”, I give her the verbal sparing victory and change the subject.”
― Joe Arden, Grim

“Reaper, death guide, post life concierge. Whatever one wants to call it, it’s my job. And apparently, because nobody likes an unhappy soul, I have to do it with something resembling a smile. It’s in the Reaper Regulations Guidebook. Which I find absurd, of course. I died centuries ago and any customer service I had left in me evaporated somewhere between the devastation of the plague and the invention of social media”
― Joe Arden, Grim

“I don’t want to forget you,” he says, voice small and shaking.
“I don’t want you to forget me either.”
“I never could." I say, and I mean it.
“You’re inked into my story now.”
― DJ Krimmer, Grim

“I’ve never been kissed like that before.
Like I mattered.
Like I’m something to be treasured.
I don't think I'll ever forget it.”
― DJ Krimmer, Grim

“My heart-the one I thought buried centuries ago-shatters. Shards so sharp they carve regret through every piece of me.”
― Joe Arden, Grim