Charlie Allnut: One thing in the world I hate: leeches. Filthy little devils.
Be the Kind of Woman that when Your Feet Hit the Floor Each Morning, the Devil Says, ‘Oh Crap, She’s Up!
Keep in mind the devil will use anything he can to divide, confuse, and stir up trouble. We are to learn to recognize his tricks.
Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:
The visual of Satan isn’t one of a big red devil with horns. Even worse, it’s the picture of something good, twisted enough to be compelling.
a soul in a state of grace need fear nothing from devils, for they are so cowardly that they feel from the gaze of a child
I am neither good, nor bad, neither angel nor devil, I am a man, I am a vampire.
Blessed be Providence which has given to each his toy: the doll to the child, the child to the woman, the woman to the man, the man to the devil!
To hell, allegiance! Vows, to the blackest devil! Conscience and grace, to the profoundest pit! I dare damnation
But smile faded as he thought of what other provisions the contained. What would the godly say when they learned that the electorate was no longer to be limited to but broadened to include propertied members of every Christian sect this side of papis...
Jem grinned. “Where have you been? The Blue Dragon? The Mermaid?” “The Devil Tavern if you must know.” Will sighed and leaned against one of the posts of the bed. “I had such plans for the evening. The pursuit of blind drunkenness and waywa...
If grace belongs to God, there are those who say that luck belongs to the Devil and that he looks after his own.
There is nothing worse for a young convert than to be thrust into leadership without mentoring and ongoing coaching because the devil relishes these vulnerable souls.
There is no fate, only free will, and we were just in the way of other people's free will when they decided to do the Devil's work.
And Peter laughed, and when he did, all the Devils grinned, because Peter's laugh was a most contagious thing.
Hell didn't make me a monster. It just confirmed all my worst fears about myself.
Twilight was laying claim to the cité, and the sky was a deepening shade of lavender, spangled with stars and fleecy clouds the colour of plums.
Our people think: I , Wangari, a Kenyan by birth - how can I be a vagrant in my own country as if I were a foreigner.
I do not need any friends. I prefer enemies. They are better company and their feelings towards you are always genuine.
Listen, child—if you’re at a party with a hundred people and one of them is the devil, he’ll be the last one you’d suspect.
A rebel adult often seems like a glorious savior, whereas a rebel child often seems like a little devil.
