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Hungry wailing standeth not aloof.
And thou art terrible
the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier;
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.
Hopeless and helpless doth Egeon wend, But to procrastinate his liveless end.
The destroyer is...'" Ethan wondered at the next word, expecting 'horrific, 'mad', or even 'a bitch'... Not forgetting that she did try to kill him, of course.
"Glorious," he concluded to Ethan's surprise.
Perverse mankind! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute degree; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of fate.
Wicked Abyss, page 279, Lila, Princess Calliope of Sylvan to Abyssian "Sian" Infernas, King of Pandemonia
"There's a face to the violence you love so much, a cost that the Morior never have to pay. Why wouldn't you love war? You never feel the toll like the rest of us.
Damnation. Damnable, damned, damningly damnation.
Fierce and solitary he awaited death, mistrustful and hostile to all
Misery, thy name is Mudslide
grotesque countenance
He is ever inglorious
His laugh is laborious
His smell is notorious
Impale the herring king!
Uri...vinciri...verberari...ferroque necari.
I will endure to be burned... to be bound... to be beaten... and to be killed by the sword.
We wail, batten, sport, clip, clasp, sunder, dwindle, die:
Grim in the light of the new flames.
A siege is a deadly dull.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
Justice divine has weighed: the doom is clear. All hope renounce, ye lost, who enter here.
How shall I speak of Doom, and ours in special, But as of something altogether common?
Welcome to Dauntless
I come shackled with shadow, consumed with rage and fire, I'm close to breaking, the urge is quaking, raping, I'm the devil, and there's no hope.
Woe is forerun with woe.
You are damned, and we wish to share your damnation.
The farce is finished. I go to seek a vast perhaps.
Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark! Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse?
Fish fiddle de-dee!
Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno ...
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam
By Fortune's adverse buffets overborne
To solitude I fled, to wilds forlorn,
And not in utter loneliness to live,
Myself at last did to the Devil give!
Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.
Life is not as idle ore,
But iron dug from central gloom,
And heated hot with burning fears,
And dipt in baths of hissing tears,
And batter'd with the shocks of doom,
To shape and use.
I am only mortal, desperate, urgent. Spirits have endless ages in which to do nothing, if they so choose, but humans have death to hurry them on. Near or far, the end is always in sight. We have no time to stand and stare. Make your choice, Fernanda.
Rage, rage against the dying light
I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar;
A few lines to spell a man's doom.
diabolic perseverance
All that is loathsome, drooping, or decayed is here.
Despair is deadly sin, but worse, it is mortal folly.
There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.
The weak are the most treacherous of us all. They come to the strong and drain them. They are bottomless. They are insatiable. They are always parched and always bitter. They are everyone's concern and like vampires they suck our life's blood.
The wolves of the world have no pity for the confused, the scattered, the lost or the weak.
It is my duty to voice the sufferings of humankind, the never-ending sufferings heaped mountain high. This is my task, but it is not an easy one to fulfill.
What an incomparable creature is the sea! ("Absolute Evil")
The fleetest beast to bear you to perfection is suffering.
I don't do doomed.
Noli me tangere, for Caesar's I am /
And wild for to hold, though I seem tame.
Well, well, well I am trap in well, half way to hell.
You must suffer me to go my own dark way.
That nature does not care, one way or the other, is the true abyss. That only man cares, in his finitude facing nothing but death, alone with his contingency and the objective meaninglessness of his projecting meanings, is a truly unprecedented situation.
Of all the horrid, hideous notes of woe, Sadder than owl-songs or the midnight blast; Is that portentous phrase, I told you so.
Earth's a howling wilderness,
Truculent with fraud and force.
I love bleak things.
There is some suffering that awaits us all.
What dreadful misfortune awaited them among the savage hordes intoxicated with blood?
The condemned man's voice is laced with dark promise as he continues. "Remember Father, evil is simply 'live' spelt backwards."
Hellbound
Hopeless and helpless doth AEgeon wend,
But to procrastinate his lifeless end.
Pryde will have a fall;For pryde goeth before and shame commeth after.
I wonder now how we got by when you weren't here."
"I have no doubt the devastation was widespread, the suffering universal."
"Indeed, it was the Dark Ages in the annals of Mrs. Dawlish's house. Ignorance was thick on the ground, and unenlkghtenment befogged all the windows.
The song is sung, the wine is spilled, the wench is pregnant. And this is not as dire as it seems, in truth.
incurable lover of the grotesque
Our wyrds - our fates
Lente, lente currite, noctis equi. Translation: Run slowly, slowly, horses of the night.
We are stark naught all, bad's the best of us.
Dihil is the Apache word for Dark. Cameron and
For Man's grim Justice goes its way, And will not swerve aside: It slays the weak, it slays the strong, It has a deadly stride: With iron heel it slays the strong, The monstrous parricide!
My cruel fate hath warr'd with me in vain
Life, glory, worth, and all unmeasur'd skill
Beauty and grace, themselves in me fulfill
That many I surpass, and to the best attain.
Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.
Bankruptcy and repudiation are the springboards from which much of our civilization vaults and turns its somersets, but the savagestands on the unelastic plank of famine.
inverse of the word live is evil.
I am not Abnegation. I am not Dauntless.
I am Divergent. And I can't be controlled.
What'd you need?"
"Desuetude."
"Reading again, are we? Could be dangerous. It means to become unaccustomed to. As in something gets discontinued, falls into disuse."
"Thanks, man."
"That it?"
"Yeah, but we should grab a drink sometime.
Desperation's heated breath singed my neck, its jagged teeth prepared to devour my flesh. Poverty growled too, waiting its turn, famished yet patient, a beast that dined on the bones of men.
Cats are the tigers of us poor devils.
Nothing can throw thee into the infernal abyss so much as this detested word - heed well! - this mine and thine.
To be saved is here, local and mortal
The abyss remains. It is pregnant with all the things yet to be. Ah, what gentle violence!
Despair the twin-born of devotion.
Lord, look down on Thy Servant!
Bad things have come to pass.
There is no heat in the midday sun, nor health in the wayside grass.
His bones are full of an old disease - his torments run and increase.
Lord, make haste with Thy Lightning and grant him a quick release!
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
We shall meanly lose or nobly save the last hope of earth.
A necessary monster.
Dreadful is the mysterious power of fate; there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by walled city or dark, seabeaten ships.
He is much to be dreaded who stands in dread of poverty.
Gloom is a grief.
Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]
We are of a broad, Karamazovian nature
and this is what I am driving at
capable of containing all possible opposites and of contemplating both abysses at once, the abyss above us, an abyss of lofty ideals, and the abyss beneath us, and abyss of the lowest and foulest degradation.
The cat of the slums and alleys, starved, outcast, harried, still keeps amid the prowlings of its adversity the bold, free, panther-tread with which it paced of yore the temple courts of Thebes, still displays the self-reliant watchfulness which man has never taught it to lay aside.
The cunning livery of hell.
Baneful indeed is the scourge of war.
afflict; - he had become a clod of earth, and his life was vanished like a shadow!
Moderate sorrow Fits vulgar love, and for a vulgar man: But I have lov'd with such transcendent passion, I soar'd, at first, quite out of reason's view, And now am lost above it.
thou treacherous coal-souled wank-weasel!
Winter is coming, and when the Long Night falls, only the Night's Watch will stand between the realm and the darkness that sweeps from the North.
A plague rides on the air here. The smell of rot! This is Doal's realm. Can't you feel it? The keep is doomed, don't you see? No, I will not pass through this gate. There is a disease in there I will not touch.
I have lost my oil and my labor. (Labored in vain.)
[Lat., Oleum et operam perdidi.]
[T]o be a castaway is to be caught up in grim and exhausting opposites.
LEONATO
Neighbours, you are tedious.
DOGBERRY
It pleases your worship to say so, but we are the poor duke's officers; but truly, for mine own part, if I were as tedious as a king, I could find it in
my heart to bestow it all of your worship.
The abyss is full of reality, the abyss experiences itself, the abyss is alive.
Of evils one should choose the least.
[Lat., Ex malis eligere minima oportere.]
needs must when the devil drives
A goal without amethod is cruel.