Angels And Demons Quotes

No matter how much we might wish it, there is no way to build a lock that only angels can open and demons cannot. Anyone who tells you otherwise is either ignorant of the mathematics or less of an angel than they appear.

CGP Grey

Death is only a byproduct of terrorism.

Dan Brown

So,” Lauren said. “You help ghosts with unfulfilled wishes cross over to the astral plane for judgment.”“Yes.”“And you hunt demons.”“Yes.”“And you’re married to an angel.”“Yes.”She paused. “…so basically, you’re Dean Winchester.”I made an exasperated sound. “I am NOT.”She smirked. “Yeah, sure.

Kyoko M.

Black snowflakes creep down from the sky, advancing slowly, methodically. All the money in the world, which my father seems to have, can’t keep the demons from chasing me ⎯ Aishling Morrighan Delaney, a.k.a. princess of Clan Delaney. Everything is messed up. I’m wearing the “Happy Birthday” sash across my chest that my best friend, Claire, had always insisted I wear for my special day, but this is not that day. My twentieth birthday was over a month ago, on October 31, the night of Samhain, the Celtic New Year’s Eve.This is December 7th, and the Ten Colds Moon is rising. My fate stalks me. Doesn’t look like I’m going to make it to my belated birthday party. I lean into my horse, Kheelan, as he tears across the bracken and bramble moor, and beyond through the amethyst fields of devil’s bit, for a moment outrunning the faerie’s freak show. The spiky shrubs of the moor bite my legs as we attempt to outrun the Fates and the black snow that comes like a gathering sandstorm, trailing me. This princess thing in Ireland can get a girl killed fast, or maybe it’s just me. I am the faerie slayer of the seventh order and the 28th generation, the prophesied Gael Siridean, the Searcher. As such, my head is crowned with a supernatural bounty, and the price is high…The thread of my life frays rapidly, as does the hem of this black velvet medieval-style dress I borrowed from my best friend, Claire. She’s throwing me a themed party this year. If I make it out of this alive tonight, she’s going to kill me for ruining her dress and causing her more worry. Maybe she’ll grant me mercy when she takes in my drenched, haggard appearance with thistle strewn throughout my hair and dark eyeliner no doubt leaving claw marks down my cheeks. I can’t tell her what really happened here tonight. I can’t tell anyone.

What is love, Mikayel? Isn't it the most irrational of all human emotions? And the one most forbidden?

Christine Fonseca

Death walks among us

S.K.N. Hammerstone

I can just barely tell when you're afraid because that is the only emotion I have been able to recognize.

S.K.N. Hammerstone

You need to know what you are before you can become what you are supposed to be. In order to know what you are now, you must learn what you are going to be.

S.K.N. Hammerstone

Sweet girl, if I told you everything, life would lose all mystery.

I met a boy. And when he smiled, my life began.

Young Sathian was flirtatious, titillating, quick-witted, and brilliant. He left a trail of broken hearts across the land as he teased and taunted his victims with his beauty and charm. Both women and men succumbed to his joie de vivre and panache as he was an untypical Ange’el that carried the sunshine in his smile and in his eyes.

Some Ange'el are a bit more powerful. Each one has their own set of capabilities and level of skill depending on the purity of their genes and their age. Some Ange'el can heal ya. Some can convince ya to do their will. Some know what you're thinking. Some can speak to you using only their minds, and Viviane ... well, Viviane can do it all.

He has a beauty to him that is not quite angelic, a quality that's both ethereal and dark. (Jonathan)

I’ve given up already in life but something or someone keep pushing me to keep going.

Jonathan Anthony Burkett

There are some things in life that we are meant to experience. Circumstances will always shift us back to certain situations until we walk through it and learn something.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 79

He meant to find her, and make it so they would never part again. He lied to himself when he tried to believe it was curiosity and a desire to make sure she was okay that drove him to hunt her down time after time. It wasn’t about any of that really. He wanted her, and he waited for the chance to have her.”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 38

There are few things I hate more than feeling weak. Needing help or failing top the list. The worst, however, is knowing that all three just happened.

Christine Fonseca

A hand in mine.. hot. Breath on my neck... sweet. The feel of lips on my own... forbidden.

Christine Fonseca

She smiles and snuggles into me as we wait for our table. I inhale her scent. Vanilla and something else. Something different. Smokey almost. Sexy. It drives me crazy with need and I have to move away while I can.

Christine Fonseca

A pang of deep longing ripples through me. I’m torn between my promise to send Aydan to the Abyss and my need to keep him safe. The opposing forces fragment what remains of my mind, breaking me down once again.

Christine Fonseca

You’re all alone. No one wants you anymore. How long did you think we would all stay? You’ve killed each and every person who ever loved you. Even your children won’t want you. They will see what you have done. You must be the first ward in history to treat your guardian so badly that he left you. Do you think your mistress will stay? No. Elizabeth will take what she wanted and then she will leave you too.

S.K.N. Hammerstone

You still do that thing, you know,” she said.“What thing?” He raised an eyebrow.Miranda smiled. “That thing where you say what I’m thinking. That thing.”“Oh,” Bryan began, “I suppose it comes from years of having to read your mind to figure out what was going on in there.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Your turn.

We angels are misconceived in the human world. People perceive us as kindly and bountiful; when, in truth, we are about as fluffy, as gentle, as yielding, as rattlesnakes.

As long as you're still walking with the demons of hell! You'll never have the time to slow down to see the angels of heaven behind you.

Jerome D. Williams

She had gone through the veil and returned to Earth. But the veil only opens one way.

S.K.N. Hammerstone

Death was a living creature. Death was a man tormented by his past. Death was once a human.

S.K.N. Hammerstone

Something was bleeding… and something was broken. It was my heart… because I had to leave you. (Chase to Rayne)

Kimberly Brockman

I cannot ever imagine a time or place in which I will not love you. I am willing to do whatever it takes.

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.

A.K. Kuykendall

It's true; most souls come here in whatever clothing they died in, truly unfortunate for the people who died naked. Of course, it's really worse for us than them. Most people don't look good without their clothes,...

I have decided to change something. I am thinking I may want to go by Aimee again.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 102

I am yours. Whatever you ask of me it is done.”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 179

Aimee turned and walked out, giving him a wink and a smile, careful not to part her lips. His reaction to her fangs, as amusing as it may be, would hurt her chances of blending in.” – Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 215

First, you must be certain that you are ready for knowledge. There are many things that we bury in our minds for a reason. Are you sure that you want to go digging up the past?”- Elsie (Marked Book #1) page 226

I’m not trying to fix you. I don’t think you’re broken.”- Damian (Marked Book #1) page 266

I am a guardian of sorts.”- Liam (Marked Book #1) page 171

Is it wrong to protect your heart?”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 130

I would have done better to cherish my good memories. I know that you were trying to protect me, and I admire you for that. I wish now that I had let you.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 288

So you are vampire then, my beauty?”- Damian (Marked Book #1) page 160

When had things gotten so tangled in her heart and mind? Everything had been clear at one point, hadn’t it? No, she supposed it never had been perfectly clear.

Everything made sense in a book...Too bad her life wasn’t fiction.

Miranda waited. No voice spoke. No heavenly choir broke out in song. God Himself did not call her name. She frowned. Typical.

You’re not his,” Bryan said firmly. t“Bry, I don’t know whose I am anymore.

The only things that got me through those years were a half dozen books I stole and through which I escaped reality time and again. I never tired of reading them, even reading them aloud to myself, until the characters between the covers became dear to me, like old friends.

Before her parents were killed, Lena hadn't minded school. She had even liked some of her classes. Now school was just watching the clock tick.

Aaron Michael Ritchey

Tell your father I never wanted to be a rose, only ever a night-scented gilliflower, and his moon was my sun.

I have to admit I wasn't to keen on this idea when you first told me you were going out at midnight to see him, but I guess maybe I was wrong... Have you guys? God, Karen. I rolled my eyes. Oh well, let's not hope that's not the killer in the relationship since he sounds perfect in every other way. Wow, thanks for spoiling it nerd.

I think it would have to be the way that my sister looks at you when you can’t see it.”t“Yeah? And how’s that?” he asked, very interested in the answer.t“Oh, you know,” she said coolly, “like you’re the air she needs to breathe.

Always have a plan, but be prepared to change it at any given moment.

One of my earliest memories was of a maze of pale green walls. The corridors never ended, no matter which way I turned. I was running, my feet bare, my paper-thin gown flapping around skinny foal-like legs, and the demons kept on coming. I’d run the maze before, because I always knew which way to turn to find the little clear plastic box. I’d run, and run. Lungs aching, throat burning, my feet slapping against the smooth floor, and the sound of scrabbling claws chased me down. I made it to the box, every time (I’d learned later, there were others who hadn’t) and once inside, I’d yank the clear door closed. The demons didn’t see the box. They saw only me, the wraith-like little half-blood girl. They would launch themselves—claws extended, jaws wide, eyes ablaze—and slam into my box, sending shudders rattling through my bones. They’d snap and snarl, hook their teeth into the box and gnaw at its edges, desperate to get to the feast huddling a few millimeters away. Flooding, the Institute had called it. At first I was afraid, and I learned how to run. Then I was angry, and I learned how to fight with my fists and my element. Then, I got even. I lured those demons into a corner and ambushed them, killing every last one. After countless visits to the maze, after weeks, years, I’d started liking it, and killing became as natural as breathing. It was what I was good at. What I was made for. What I lived for.© Copyright Pippa DaCosta 2016.

Gabriel: What’s the point of having power, if one cannot use it? What’s the point of immortality, if one cannot truly live?

Angels are good not simply because they see bad as bad, but also because they see bad as corny.

That was the funny thing. What happened to John would pass for his classmates, but for John it was a long challenging road ahead of him. Who knew where he would be sent, maybe a juvenile detention center? He might keep in touch with a few friends if his parents let him, but he would never return to Wakefield High. His peers had no clue the journey ahead of him, that his life was changed forever.tAnd they had no idea what lay ahead for Lilly. No one knew she had been given a task by the Archangels to fight a war against pure evil. They had no idea that Lilly would spend most of her free time not training for a marathon, but training to kill demons. John and Lilly were not all too different.

Ellie Elisabeth

Not all people are 'people', some are more and some are less. But only those who listen intently with their hearts will recognise them for what they are.

Wayne Gerard Trotman

Dreaming is what you do when your eyes are closed...living is what you do with that dream once you open your eyes!

Speak peace unto the world and good souls will stand.

L.T. Hill

The laws of physics is the canvas God laid down on which to paint his masterpiece

Dan Brown

Since the beginning of time, spirituality and religion have been called to fill in the gaps that science did not understand.

Dan Brown

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.

A.K. Kuykendall

Sometimes an angel is found in the dark.

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