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The Hellbound Heart QUOTES

The Hellbound Heart QUOTES

1 " Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness. Even winter — the hardest season, the most implacable — dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

2 " The flawlessly beautiful were flawlessy happy, weren't they? To Kristy this had always seemed self-evident. Tonight, however, the alcohol made her wonder if envy hadn't blinded her. Perhaps to be flawless was another kind of sadness. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

3 " No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

4 " She had opened a door... and now she was walking with demons. And at the end of her travels, she would have her revenge... Pain had made a sadist of her. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

5 " He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her -oh yes- until her pleasure reached that thereshold that, like all theresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

6 " Allí el placer era dolor, y viceversa. Y él lo conocía tan bien que era como sentirse en casa. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

7 " The bare bulb in the middle of the room dimmed and brightened, brightened and dimmed again. It had taken on the rhythm of the bell, burning its hottest on each chime. In the troughs between the chimes the darkness in the room became utter; it was as if the world he had occupied for twenty-nine years had ceased to exist. Then the bell would sound again, and the bulb burn so strongly it might never have faltered, and for a few precious seconds he was standing in a familiar place, with a door that led out and down and into the street, and a window through which-had he but the will (or strength) to tear the blinds back-he might glimpse a rumor of morning. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

8 " Well, here he was. They could save each other, the way the poets promised lovers should. He was mystery, he was darkness, he was all she had dreamed of. And if she would only free him he would service her - oh yes - until her pleasure reached that threshold that, like all thresholds, was a place where the strong grew stronger, and the weak perished. Pleasure was pain there, and vice versa. And he knew it well enough to call it home. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

9 " She wanted nothing that he could offer her, except perhaps his absence. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

10 " The seasons long for each other, like men and women, in order that they may be cured of their excesses.

Spring, if it lingers more than a week beyond its span, starts to hunger for summer to end the days of perpetual promise. Summer in its turn soon begins to sweat for something to quench its heat, and the mellowest of autumns will tire of gentility at last, and ache for a quick sharp frost to kill its fruitfulness.

Even winter - the hardest season, the most implacable - dreams, as February creeps on, of the flame that will presently melt it away. Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

11 " In moments they would be here — the ones Kircher had called the Cenobites, theologians of the Order of the Gash. Summoned from their experiments in the higher reaches of pleasure, to bring their ageless heads into a world of rain and failure. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

12 " Pleasure was pain there, and vice versa. And he knew it well enough to call it home. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

13 " Sin lágrimas, por favor. Es un desperdicio de buen sufrimiento. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

14 " It was that sleep itself—the act of closing the eyes and relinquishing control of her consciousness—was something she was temperamentally unsuited to. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

15 " She had long ago accepted that life was unfair. But why , when she'd accepted the bitter truth , did circumstance insist on rubbing her face in it? "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

16 " When, finally, she did sleep, it was the slumber of a watcher and waiter. Light, and full of sighs. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

17 " Le stagioni si agognano l’un l’altra, come uomini e donne, in modo da essere guarite dai loro eccessi. La primavera, se si protrae per più di una settimana oltre il suo tempo naturale, comincia a patire l’assenza dell’estate che ponga fine ai giorni della promessa perpetua. L’estate dal suo canto comincia ben presto a invocare qualcosa che plachi la sua calura e il più ubere degli autunni alla lunga si stanca della sua generosità e reclama una rapida, aspra gelata che lo sterilizzi. Persino l’inverno, la più dura delle stagioni, la più implacabile, sogna all’apparire di febbraio la fiamma che presto lo scioglierà. Ogni cosa si stanca con il tempo e comincia a cercare un suo contrario che la salvi da se stessa. Così agosto cedette il posto a settembre e pochi se ne lamentarono. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

18 " Gli parve che l'unica soluzione potesse essere la follia, nessuna speranza se non la perdita della speranza. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

19 " Everything tires with time, and starts to seek some opposition, to save it from itself. So August gave way to September and there were few complaints. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart

20 " Do you understand?” the figure beside the first speaker demanded. Its voice, unlike that of its companion, was light and breathy—the voice of an excited girl. Every inch of its head had been tattooed with an intricate grid, and at every intersection of horizontal and vertical axes a jeweled pin driven through to the bone. Its tongue was similarly decorated. “Do you even know who we are?” it asked. "

― Clive Barker , The Hellbound Heart