Small Macabre Quotes & Sayings

If our hearts were truly pure, we would never have our fill of the words of your Lord — Uthman Ibn Affan

Adulthood is hell. — H.P. Lovecraft

We need to define gentrification as separate from the process of displacement. — Justin Davidson

We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time. — V.C. Andrews

The November evening had a bite; it nibbled not-quite-gently at her cheeks and ears. In Virginia the late autumn was a lover, still, but a dangerous one. — J. Aleksandr Wootton

Oliver, we've got something to tell you," Dad says, dumping a cardboard box full of garden waste into a toad green mangler.
Unlike the doctor, when Dad says we, he means we because Mum is omnipotent.
"Who's dead?" I ask, shot-putting a bottle of Richebourg.
"No one's dead."
"You're getting a divorce?"
"Oliver."
"Mum's preggers?"
"No, we - "
"I'm adopted."
"Oliver! Please, shit up! — Joe Dunthorne

I walked beside the evening sea
And dreamed a dream that could not be;
The waves that plunged along the shore
Said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!" — George William Curtis

I'm learning all the time. I'm evolving all the time as a human being. I'm getting better, I hope, in all of the important ways. — Neil Peart

It is doubtful that he ever sought for meanings; he merely reared his children as best he could, and in terms of the affection his children felt for him, his best was indeed good: he was never too tired to play Keep-Away; he was never too busy to invent marvelous stories; he was never too absorbed in his own problems to listen earnestly to a tale of woe; every night he read aloud to them until his voice cracked. Atticus — Harper Lee

Patience, piety, and salutary knowledge spring up and ripen under the harrow of affliction; before there is wine or oil, the grape must be trodden and the oil pressed. — Walter Savage Landor

When you're wrong, you're wrong. But when you're right, you're wrong anyhow. — Bayard Rustin

Go out and find a copy of 'The Shrinking Of Treehorn' and its sequel, 'Treehorn's Treasure.' Written by Florence Parry Heide and illustrated by the great Edward Gorey, master of the gothic and the macabre, these books are small masterpieces. — Chris Riddell

With eight minutes left, the game could be won in the next five or ten minutes. — Jimmy Armfield

We're all human. We have our foibles, we've made mistakes, and yet there is still greatness. — Michael Ansara