17 Quotes About Grim

When shrouded meanings and grim intentions are nicely polished up and pokerfaced personae are generously palming off their fantasy constructs, caution is the watchword, since rimpling water on the well of truth swiftly obscures our vision and perception. ("Trompe le pied.") Erik Pevernagie

It was like staring at a whitewashed wall, but without all the emotion Joe Abercrombie

Sometimes strange fiction, becomes grim reality. Wayne Gerard Trotman

Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a single cell phone in sight; the only modern technology around was the faint blue glow of a cathode ray tube television in the window of a nearby house, and a few cars and trucks parked in crumbling gravel driveways. She was allowed to see this place, one that would likely be ruined by the 21st century as time went on… places like these were extremely hard to find these days. A world of wood-burning cookstoves and the waxy smell of Paraffin, laundry hung out to dry, rusty steel bridges over streams that reflected the bright blue skies, apple pies left out on windowsills… a world of hard work with very little to show for it aside from the sunlight beaming down on a proud community. And Mandy wanted to trap it all in her Kodak film rolls and rescue it from the future. Rebecca McNutt

…Do you think there’s somewhere else, some other place to go after this one?” Mandy blurted out.“ You mean when you die, where will you end up?” Alecto asked her. “…I wouldn’t know… back to whatever void there is, I suppose.”“ I’ve thought about it… every living thing dies alone, it’ll be lonely after death, ” Mandy sighed sadly. “That freaks me out, does it scare you?”“ I don't want to be alone, ” Alecto replied wearily. “We won’t be, though. We’ll be dead, so we’ll just be darkness, not much else, just memories, nostalgia and darkness.”“ I don’t want to be any of that either though, ” Mandy exclaimed, bursting into tears and crying, keeping her eyes to the floor, her voice shaky as she spoke to him. “When we die, we’ll still be nothing, the world will still be nothing, everything’ll just be nothing! ”“ You’re real though, at least that’s something, ” Alecto pointed out, holding his hand out in front of her. Smiling miserably, Mandy took his hand in her own and sat there beside him quietly. . Rebecca McNutt

Faith is, believing there is still a star out there to wish on, just for you, tucked away behind dark clouds. Anthony Liccione

Do not trap yourself into an owl's hooting soundwhere sad nights linger through the blackness of a hound Munia Khan

Gray.The overcast skies had the colour of deadened stones, and seemed closer than usually, as though they were phlegmatically observing my every movement with their apathetic emptily blue-less eyes; each tiny drop of hazy rain drifting around resembled transparent molten steel, the pavement looked like it was about to burst into disconsolate tears, even the air itself was gray, so ultimate and ubiquitous that colour was everywhere around me. Gray.. Simona Panova

From the very second that two people sat together around a fire in the forest, there was another human out there who felt better in the dark. Andrew Vachss

Many grim tales stem from your green lands, and still deeds both noble and evil shall yet unfold there. Robin Jarvis

Always best to start with violence and attempt communication second. People reacted more favorably when they knew you would snuff a few lives to get what you wanted... or for no reason whatsoever. Michael R. Fletcher

Alone"From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were– I have not seen As others saw– I could not bring My passions from a common spring– From the same source I have not taken My sorrow– I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone– And all I lov’d– I lov’d alone– Then–in my childhood–in the dawn Of a most stormy life–was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still– From the torrent, or the fountain– From the red cliff of the mountain– From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold– From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by– From the thunder, and the storm– And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view– . Edger Allen Poe

I spent a lot of last night being moody and grim. I’m a vampire. We’re allowed to do that. It’s in all the brochures. Garon Whited

You don’t need a plan. You have the Puck with you, remember? I’m an expert at this. And I’ve never needed an elaborate plan to pull anything off.”...“ Worry not, human, ” the cat sighed, giving himself a thorough shake. “I am going with you as well. With Goodfellow’s exemplary planning, someone has to make sure you go through the right door. Julie Kagawa

The old man had been tanned by the light of too many beer signs, and it just goes to show that you can’t live on three packs of Chesterfields and a fifth of bourbon a day without starting to drift far too fuckin’ wide in the turns. Daniel Woodrell