Gothic Violence Quotes

The architects who sacrifice the living to honor the ground they build upon. Haven will be achieved again through violence. It is a holy and gothic violence, something necessary and deserved. We do as we must, for as long as we have to. Such is the pattern of life.

Love and violence-not to conquer one with the other but to live with both, that's what I've learned. Each pulling me a different way. If I relax my struggles they don't tear me in two, but lift me up.

Every new day is the erasing of something more. Mistakes and shortcomings used to be a secret motivation. It was something that pushed you forward, faster. Now mistakes are sold as personality traits, to the point where the many willingly make them. Soon comes the inversion, where successes are kept under wraps because it's too pretentious or uppity to share them

The slightest understanding of fashion is your acceptance that the world is predicated on looks and violence.

The longer you stay up past sunset, the darker your thoughts may become. Waves of regret, of loneliness, of fear. All-nighters, unless navigated in a specific way, can lead one to suicide by sunset.

I came to the state twenty years ago from the South, the gothic South. I’ve heard it called that, haven’t you, Mister Morgan? ‘Thought I was gettin’ away from all that. You know, the Tennessee Williams’ decadence, the Huey Long corruption, the brewin’ and simmerin’ violence. I actually found that I kind of missed it. Then, I found out it was all here, too, but without the charm.

It's key to remember that as a man, you can do literally whatever you want. Anything, anytime, forever. Will this motto sometimes get you into trouble? Of course, probably a fair amount of it. Will that trouble outmatch a day with your hands in your lap? Absolutely.

When I reflect, my dear cousin,' said she, 'on the miserable death of Justine Moritz, I no longer see the world and its works as they before appeared to me. Before, I looked upon the accounts of vice and injustice, that I read in books or heard from others as tales of ancient days or imaginary evils; at least they were remote, and more familiar to reason than to the imagination; but now misery has come home, and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other's blood.

The Apollonian male giving precious time to the infinite bread line of barren art school whores, to the swarms of voluptuous through average brown women.

The Lord gave, and the Lord taketh away; blessed be the name of the Lord.' We repeated the holy sentences of resignation; but it was not resignation, it was despair that subdued the violence of our grief.

(Admittedly, sometimes they were right, as in the gothic events of Christmas 896, when the corpse of Pope Formosus (891–6) was dug up by his enemy and successor Stephen VI and put on trial; but that horrified the Romans, too–Stephen did not survive another year. Normally, Roman violence to losers had its own stately logic.)

The cashier race and their boundaries of what's acceptable are a pitfall for many. No ancient hero, or his soldiers, listened to what the cubicle kind had to say. The pencil pushers and paper shufflers of this world are doomed to remain as such, pressing button and passing ill judgement. Pay no mind until it's time to kill or enslave them.

Later, after Rule became famous, she stopped writing those kind of books and started writing about a different kind of true-crime case. She started writing about real-life gothic soap operas, dream-come-true husbands who turn out to have a dark past and crap. I don’t have any interest in those crimes or those books, which I think are written for women, and I haven’t been able to read anything she’s written in 25 years, although I keep trying.

A side effect of being handsome is boundless female distraction.

I spend every day of my life arguing with myself. Inside of my head, arguing with my own thoughts. Full conversations with resolutions, agreements, new outcomes.

If you truly want to make it, you have to go fully into the void. You need to accept that you may not come out the other side. You have to walk so far and so confidently that not a measure could be half. You're diving with empty hands into a dark ocean where you can either sink or swim. You have to make yourself so foreign to the normal world that you'd be a spectacle upon return. The gap between you and the average man widens.

Technology is not new. If you were to go back, before or around the life of Christ, you would see wars fought with energy weapons and colossal machines. You would see angels in a military fashion with rifles and hand cannons.

Amadeus Mozart, Adolf Hitler, and Arnold Schwarzenegger were all born in Austria. Not very far from one another. How does a country produce these three men in just under two centuries time? Who will be the fourth and what may he contribute to the world? Judging by the time between each of their births, it seems we’re due for the next in line.

The emperor, chosen by the Roman senate, who had been promoted, degraded, insulted, restored, again degraded, and again insulted, was finally abandoned to his fate; but when the Gothic king withdrew his protection, he was restrained, by pity or contempt, from offering any violence to the person of Attalus.

He had no regard to distinction of time or place, but gives to one age or nation, without scruple, the customs, institutions, and opinions of another, at the expence not only of likelihood, but of possibility. These faults Pope has endeavoured, with more zeal than judgment, to transfer to his imagined in interpolators. We need not wonder to find Hector quoting Aristotle, when we see the loves of Theseus and Hippolyta combined with the Gothic mythology of fairies. Shakespeare, indeed, was not the only violator of chronology, for in the same age Sidney, who wanted not the advantages of learning, has, in his “Arcadia”, confounded the pastoral with the feudal times, the days of innocence, quiet and security, with those of turbulence, violence and adventure.

The cathedral of Notre-Dame de Paris, and most of the great Gothic churches that are still the most beautiful buildings in the cities of Europe, were erected in the Middle Ages, a time marked by violence, famine, and plague. The construction of a cathedral was a huge enterprise lasting decades.

It is hard to care about this country after you learn that each of its defining moments are lies to cover occultist rituals or to drag you further into them.

By the time America has met its fate, the true captains will be long gone

I could be thrown into a mental institution or I could be embraced and not feel the care it was meant to convey.