Quotes Tagged With :macabre

And Death it calls as the stone crow breaks. Streaks of blood malform its face.Death becomes its withered....

If I were pressed, I would admit that she was beautiful, in a dead bride sort of way.

Murder is only killing in the wrong place.

Some things are fairly obvious when it's a seven-foot skeleton with a scythe telling you them

In the course of my life I have had pre-pubescent ballerinas; emaciated duchesses, dolorous and forever....

I am not compatible with life.

People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts.....

The brain had its own food on which it battened, and the imagination,made grotesque by terror, twisted....

What is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

Words of sorrow in head, painting love faith and trust pitch black; aching breaking cutting heart, blood-red!....