Gothic Quotes

But are they all horrid, are you sure they are all horrid? [Referring to Gothic novels, fashionable in England at the beginning of the 19th century, but frowned upon in polite society.]

My wife and I battle over home decor. My style goes from Gothic to Baroque. Hers is minimalist.

In one point of view, Gothic is not only the best, but the only rational architecture, as being that which can fit itself most easily to all services, vulgar or noble.

Often in gothic novels there's a large house, an estate, and it's symbolic of that culture. Usually it's sort of moldering or rotted or something, and sometimes it's a whole community.

Below are some quotations along these lines. Select a quote for your Gothic Myspace layout or contribute one of your own.

Here is another marvy glimpse into the gothic basement that I call my mind.

I'm interested in the Gothic novel because it's very much a woman's form. Why is there such a wide readership for books that essentially say, 'Your husband is trying to kill you'?

As a kid, I was obsessed with myths and legends and the haunting beauty of gothic stories.

I am drawn to Americana, and I am drawn to gothic stories, and I love American gothic stories.

I do enjoy Gothic fiction or books about zombies if they are well written and I like vampires.

The spirit of Jane Eyre looms over Once Upon a Day. Lisa Tucker keeps the plot of this gothic novel bubbling with tons of juicy family secrets.

I love gothic monsters, but I like to root them more firmly in the traditional folklore from which they sprang. Or at least, I like to evoke the feeling of those folk stories.

Irish fiction is full of secrets, guilty pasts, divided identities. It is no wonder that there is such a rich tradition of Gothic writing in a nation so haunted by history.

I wouldn't consider myself Goth, but I love Gothic pieces.

The pagan gods are not dead, but can return to topple science with superstition and modern man with besti*l pleasures that pre-date civilisation.

I don't want to earn a living, I want to live.

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.

Strength and victory... What he would never praise himself for, but whose loss was his most obsessive fear.

I always am in a role, lovely – for you, for them – even for myself. Yeah... Even when I’m alone, I am still in a role – and I myself am the most exacting audience I have ever had.

Even I don’t know myself... In fact, I don’t know if I really have a self at all, as I’m constantly playing different roles and pretending – not so much on stage as in real life...

So, apart from casting runes, what other hobbies do you have? Forbidden rituals, human sacrifices, torturing? –

Good evening, you poor little Orphans of a Loveless God. Good evening to you blood sucking fools.

Is it possible for one to enter sleep and wander while never waking? And if so, for how long can one survive this way?

And maybe that is exactly what happened…he walked away and never woke up…

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –

Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –

Emotions don’t interfere in my acting, nor in my life.

You see the world in colors, I see in Black and Red.

I was never able to accept anyone else’s support but my own –

You can speak to me like you haven’t spoken even to yourself.

You kissed me once and now you feel as if you’ve got some special kind of licence to do it whenever you want?

Insane love.Loving insanity.Insanity and love...

Paranoia. The more you think of an imaginary problem, the more you feel as though it’s real –

The utter unbroken silence was more appalling than any ominous noise, than the loudest yells of anguish, than the most piercing screaming...Dead silence.Literally dead.

Admitting defeat? How un-huntress like of you.

I never really wanted to die. But I followed through anyway. The pain in my heart was excruciating, and death was beautiful.

When her mind was discomposed... a book was the opiate that lulled it to repose.

My heart, for unknown reasons, seems to freeze in motion in my chest. I can see he senses it and he holds his pause to enjoy my suffering, prolonging my ignorance. “Viktor, what?

In starlit nights I saw you, So cruelly you kissed me.Your lips a magic world, Your sky all hung with jewels.The killing moonWill come too soon.

The Only Way Out Is To DIE!!!!

Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn't be held, only borrowed for a time.

I am so tired of this gothic crap, ” I muttered. “Just once, I want to meet the villain in a cheerful, brightly lit room. Possibly one with kittens.

Much later, Alice would wonder what might have happened if she had gone to bed when she was supposed to.

What makes us brave isn't lacking the good sense to be afraid

Trouble is you never knew her. Died too soon. It's always a pity when they die too soon, but maybe it's worse when they live too long.

(speaking of Ann Radcliffe) A work of art worthy of the name is one which gives us back the freshness of the emotions of childhood.

In starlit nights I saw you, So cruelly you kissed me.Your lips a magic world, Your sky all hung with jewels.The killing moonWill come too

I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything's going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now

Books are keys that open many doors.

A bad conscience makes a very good ghost.