Quotes About Demons

You didn't want time to pass. You hadn't faced your demons. You wanted to remain a child. Despite what people want to believe, time is not linear. There is no past point, future point, or now point. It's just a cycle of flux and mutability.

He painted beautiful demons that smiled with frightening realism from the canvas; demons that-even though only representations in paint-promised pain and pleasure in equal measure.

Crumbling walls, adorned by basalt demons designed to frighten away invaders, cupped the wine cloaked marble villas and temples.

Sometimes, the emptiness comes to fill the space between my heart and my head. It consumes every thought, every corner of my mind, like demons that can't be put to bed.

We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.

I must find you. So I travel to the depths of hell and conquer perverse monsters and repulsive demons and the deceitful vicious devil himself to find the truth.

He cubbed her in his arms to sleep, even her demons snored that night ~

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels, but for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.

Throughout the shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both.

The blood of roses, splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.

She's not evil. Calling all demons evil is like calling all Muslims terrorists. It's racist." Bill holds up his hands, "Oh, well in that case I apologize. She can stay.

I've seen the other side. I know your religion is just a sham. Lici is innocent. You're the real demons.

Well, even a garden grows stranglers, love. It grows them naturally, all by itself. They creep up and choke the plants that are growing from the very same soil as they are. We each have our demons, our self-destruct button. Even in gardens. Pretty as they may be. If you don't potter, you don't notice them.

I so seldom had to dispose of a human body myself, I was at a loss. Fairies turned into dust, and vampires flaked away. Demons had to be burned. Humans were very troublesome.

I have not seen 'It' because I don't like horror movies. I don't mess with clowns or demons.

When you talk about people being haunted or wrestling demons, that is a rich metaphor.

Vuole credere lei che sarei orgoglioso e felice di possedere un amico tra gli uomini? Ma fino ad ora ho avuto amici solo tra demoni, farfarelli, mostri oscuri e fantasmi afasiaci, vale a dire: tra letterati.

What, you think that just because we're demons, we don't like to stay current with world events? You think we don't like to be entertained? We're demons, not Nazis!

And as you feed upon the Word by meditating, you will be ready to use these scriptures against demons who will try to make you doubt God and who will try to rob you of what you want. It is the devil who tries to make you doubt God.

You fought demons?" Jane said incredulously, "And I thought my life was weird." "You turn into a giant panther. Your life is weird.

Thousands of miles lay between me and Europe, mother of all demons. The demons could not reach me here—there were no telegrams, no telephone calls, no letters, no visitors. My liberated psychic forces poured blissfully back to the primeval expanses.

Just when people were congratulating themselves on having abolished [the belief in demons], it turned out that instead of haunting the attic or old ruins the [demons] were flitting about in the heads of apparently normal Europeans. Tyrannical, obsessive, intoxicating ideas and delusions were abroad everywhere, and people began to believe the most absurd things, just as the possessed do.

Our trials, our troubles, our demons, our angels—we reenact them because these stories explain our lives. Literature's lessons repeat because they echo from deeper places.