Now,' cried the fiend, 'follow me! You must understand that I cannot get out by the great gate - the porter will not suffer that. Once here, there is no retreat. Follow me, therefore: we will just go to your house, where you shall dress yourself; for you can hardly go to a ball in your present costume - especially as it is not a bal masque. Mind and wrap yourself well up in your winding-sheet, for the nights are cold, and you may feel unpleasantly touched by it.'
As he said this, Satan laughed malignantly; and I continued silently to walk after him.
'I am sure,' continued he, 'that, in spite of the service I am doing you, you do not yet like me. You are always thus, you men - ungrateful to your friends. Not that I blame ingratitude; it is a vice upon which I pride myself, since I invented it myself; and I must say, that it is one most in vogue. But I do wish to see you a little more merry - it is the only thing I ask of you.'
I answered not, but still followed my guide, white as a statue, and as cold. I was silent; but, at the pauses in the fiend's voice, I could hear my teeth chatter against each other, and my bones rattle in my body. ("The Dead Man's Story")
Mots clés devil satan ingratitude
I don't believe in God, don't believe in the devil. Unless you want to count my mother. She might be Satan's sister, I suppose.
Ellen HopkinsMots clés god funny satan impulse
You might want to have Kate close her eyes if you ever want her to sleep with you, asshole. Because once I take off my pants, you’ll always come second.
Debra AnastasiaMots clés devil satan angel jack debra-anastasia
Did you just pimp slap my ass with your angel hand?
Debra AnastasiaMots clés satan jack debra-anastasia bittersweet-seraphim crushed-seraphim
I’m not leaving you. Right here, right now is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you. That means I don’t leave. Sorry.
Debra AnastasiaMots clés love satan angel jack poughkeepsie debra-anastasia bittersweet-seraphim seraphim-series
How can it be wrong? Love picks the right path, not the one of least resistance.
Debra AnastasiaMots clés love satan angel jack poughkeepsie debra-anastasia bittersweet-seraphim crushed-seraphim
She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much.
Debra AnastasiaMots clés satan angel jack poughkeepsie debra-anastasia bittersweet-seraphim crushed-seraphim seraphim-series
My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you.
Debra AnastasiaMots clés devil satan angel jack debra-anastasia bittersweet-seraphim crushed-seraphim seraphim-series
Okay, how's this? I’ve been to Heaven and Hell. I’ve seen the whole world, but the only thing that makes me want to live is this: being inside you. I love you so much. You’re all I see.
Debra AnastasiaMots clés love devil satan angel jack debra-anastasia bittersweet-seraphim crushed-seraphim seraphim-series
Dialogic is not to be identified with love. But love without dialogic, without real outgoing to the other, reaching to the other, the love remaining with itself - this is called Lucifer.
Martin BuberMots clés love evil reflection good satan lucifer dialog buber dialogic i-thou
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