Albouze Pains Quotes & Sayings

Torturous screams bounced around in his head, whimpers and cries of pain and lust clouding his mind, overbearing and foreboding. Sinning surrounded him, suffocating him, imprisoning him like a straightjacket. He tried to drive the noise away, to force it back and focus on something else, but the ruckus never stopped, never let up. It hindered his connection to the world outside the gates, muffling everything else to mere background noise. Blah, blah, motherfucking blah. This was his Hell: the inescapable torment he endured all alone. He craved silence but was awarded chaos. Instead of light and vitality, he existed in utter darkness. His Archangel nature helped him take it all in stride, but it was never easy, even for the one the world saw as the enemy. Satan — J.M. Darhower

I'm not interested in forcing my music on people, and that's what the whole music industry nowadays is based on is forcing stations to play it, forcing people to listen to it. — John Frusciante

Things turn out better by accident sometimes. But you can't organize accidents. — Jeff Beck

She shoots up in the neck," she told me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, "oh oh," and I said, "what the hell's the matter?" she said, "nothing, this is New York style," and she jammed it in again and said, "oh shit." I took it and put it into my arm, I got part of it. "I don't know why people fuck with the stuff, there's not that much to it. I think they're all losers and they want to lose real bad. there's no other way, it's like they can't get where they're going or want to go and there's no other way. this has got to be it. she shoots up in the neck. — Charles Bukowski

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart. — Dante Gabriel Rossetti

God darkens our awareness in order to keep us safe. When we cannot chart our own course, we become vulnerable to God's protection, and the darkness becomes a "guiding night," a "night more kindly than the dawn."5 — Gerald G. May

his mild cynicism morphed into depression. — Toni Morrison

It has been said that good prose should resemble the conversation of a well-bred man. — W. Somerset Maugham