gothic fiction bot

the goth bot ending because of a demonic overlord is so apt. if this goes through, the bot will stop posting on february 9. may all your days be delightfully haunted.

Goodbye.

The best of life, our love, may yet remain, eternal grown. Singed Moths, Emma Dawson

"I love to watch how the day, tired as it is, lags away reluctantly, and hates to be called yesterday so soon." The House of the Seven Gables, Nathaniel Hawthorne

‘I live for my family and myself, I am now contented to know only happiness; formerly I knew life.’ The Mysteries of Udolpho, Ann Radcliffe

"Death has dealt cruelly with us, and we are alone." The Dream, Mary Shelley

As I stood there, hushed and still, I could swear that the house was not an empty shell but lived and breathed as it had lived before. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

"Lies," the tree had said. "Lies." Harrow County, Bunn and Crook

Better to yield, however, than to allow fear to ferment. The Route of Ice and Salt, José Luis Zárate

Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality. Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier

You told me, Sleep, I’ll wake you in the morning. I asked, What is morning? and you said, When everyone who fucked with me is dead. Nona the Ninth, Tamsyn Muir

is that all i am to you? pain? The Unsuitable, Molly Pohlig

He can see the stories thrumming in her sinew, and he wants them. He wants them more than anything. Cottonmouth, Joelle Wellington

I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine, and began to grow very snappish. Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë

He looked star-scattered. Beautiful. Down Comes the Night, Allison Saft

It’s all they ever want; all any of us ever wants. Look at me, look at me, love me, love me. Bitter Orange, Claire Fuller

"And only if I have cause of complaint, holy father? Are strong truths to be told only when there is direct cause of complaint? Is it only when we are injured that we are to be sincere?" The Italian, Ann Radcliffe

"There’s something here. Some special kind of power." Catherine House, Elisabeth Thomas

And perhaps there is a limit to the grieving that the human heart can do. As when one adds salt to a tumbler of water, there comes a point where simply no more will be absorbed. The Little Stranger, Sarah Waters

in between the certain tortures of life and the uncertain horrors of eternity, equally averse to life and to death The Necromancer, Carl Friedrich Kahlert

Love is nothing but the prolonged agony of waiting for it to end. The fear of losing the ones we love makes us do selfish and foolish and cruel things. Anatomy, Dana Schwartz