“Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source of all that was bad in men and women, but he had none of the greatness, and none of the grace, of which human beings were capable, so that by only by corrupting them was his own pain diminished, and thus his existence made more tolerable.” PainEvilDarkHellVirtueGraceGreatnessDevilHatredMiseryCorruptionGoodGood And EvilBadViceThe DevilThe Great Malevolence Book:The Infernals Source: The Infernals
“The nature of humanity, its essence, is to feel another's pain as one's own, and to act to take that pain away,. There is a nobility in compassion, a beauty in empathy, a grace in forgiveness.” PainCompassionEmpathy Book:The Killing Kind Source: The Killing Kind
“When one encounters enough strangeness, then what is strange ultimately becomes familiar. The mind can accommodate itself to almost anything, given time: pain, grief, loss, even the possibility that the dead talk to the living.” MindPainTimeLossGriefStrangeFamiliar Book:The Burning Soul Source: The Burning Soul
“The Detective was different. Not that he wasn't a good man; Willie had heard enough about him to understand that he was the kind who didn't like to turn away from another's pain, the kind who couldn't put a pillow over his ears to drown out the cries of strangers. Those scars he had were badges of courage, and Willie knew that there were others hidden beneath his clothes, and still more deep inside, right beneath the skin and down to the soul. No, it was just that whatever goodness was there coexisted with rage and grief and loss.” MenKindStillsDifferentSoulEnoughPainTurnsLossGriefHeardCryGoodnessClothesSkinsEarsStrangerRageGood ManGrief And LossScarPillowDetectivesDeep InsideBadges Author:John Connolly
“I dream dark dreams. I dream of a figure moving through the forest, of children flying from his path, of young women crying at his coming. I dream of snow and ice, of bare branches and moon-cast shadows. I dream of dancers floating in the air, stepping lightly even in death, and my own pain is but a faint echo of their suffering as I run. My blood is black on the snow, and the edges of the world are silvered with moonlight. I run into the darkness, and he is waiting. I dream in black and white, and I dream of him. I dream of Caleb, who does not exist, and I am afraid.” WorldChildrenDoeDreamRunningPainMovingYoungSufferingWaitingBlackDarkMy OwnWhiteDarknessPathAirBloodCryFiguresMoonShadowCastsEdgesFlyingSnowForestsIceBranchesDancerBlack And WhiteEchoesYoung WomenFloatingMoonlightCalebEdge Of The WorldDark DreamsBare Branches Book:Dark Hollow: A Charlie Parker Thriller Source: Dark Hollow: A Charlie Parker Thriller
“There are people whose eyes you must avoid, whose attention you must not draw to yourself. They are strange, parasitic creatures, lost souls seeking to stretch across the abyss and make fatal contact with the warm, constant flow of humanity. They live in pain, and exist only to visit that pain on others. A random glance, the momentary lingering of a look, is enough to give them the excuse that they seek. Sometimes, it is better to keep your eyes on the gutter for the fear that, by looking up, you might catch a glimpse of them, black shapes against the sun, and be blinded forever.” PeopleGivingLooksSoulSometimesEnoughMightEyePainHumanityLostBlackAttentionSunForeverStrangeShapesCreaturesDrawsFlowConstantSeekingExcuseWarmContactGlancesGlimpseAbyssBlindedMomentaryLingeringGuttersLost Souls Book:The Killing Kind: A Charlie Parker Thriller Source: The Killing Kind: A Charlie Parker Thriller
