Quotes About Curse

That afternoon of mist and drizzle, Clara Barcelo stole my heart, my breath, and my sleep. In the haunted shade of the Ateneo, her hands wrote a curse on my skin that was to hound me for years.

Aquella tarde de brumas y llovizna, Clara Barceló me robó el corazón, la respiración y el sueño. Al amparo de la luz embrujada del Ateneo, sus manos escribieron en mi piel una maldición que habría de perseguirme durante anhos

This is a story about books. ... About accursed books, about the man who wrote them, about a character who broke out of the pages of a novel so that he could burn it, about a betrayal and a lost friendship. It's a sory of love, of hatred, and of the dreams that live in the shadow of the wind.

Then he started his period. One week in bed. Two doctors in. Three painkillers four times a day. And later a letter to the powers-that-be demanding full-paid menstrual leave twelve weeks per year. I see him now, his selfish pale face peering at the moon through the bathroom window. The curse , he said, the curse . - Mrs Tiresias

Carlyle opina que «es absurdo impartir la bendición a las revoluciones o maldecirlas, pero es importante estudiarlas; es enojoso arrastrarse detrás de ellas, acompañándolas por el fango y la inmundicia; peligroso servirlas; inútil luchar contra ellas; pero es glorioso esparcir, en medio de las ruinas, semillas de fe e ideas morales que contribuyan a la reedificación».

Gott verdamme den Frühling!

Language used truly, not mere talk, neither propaganda, nor chatter, has real power. Its words are allowed to be themselves, to bless or curse, wound or heal. They have the power of a 'word made flesh,' of ordinary speech that suddenly takes hold, causing listeners to pay close attention, and even to release bodily sighs--whether of recognition, delight, grief, or distress.

Human inheritance is both blessing and curse. And in religious inheritance this paradox is acute. For many of us religion is heavy baggage. Stories of love and fear, liberation and constriction, grace and malice come not only from our own experiences, and our family's past, but from an ancestral history within a tradition. What curses do we need to shed, in the process of growing up? What can we hold to, as blessing?

Oh, lovely. Magical zombies have stolen my valknut.

An odd byproduct of the Curse: muscle memory lived a surprising half-life. I'd sometimes find myself the recipient of blips and bursts of centuries-old information. Brushing my teeth above the record store, I'd suddenly remember the protocol for dissecting a cadaver in the seventeenth century or, I don't know, how to operate a steam-powered printing press. I had a rudimentary, working remembrance of eight or ten languages.

The Curse works like this: Memory arrives in lockstep with sentience, with self-awareness. It arrives all at once, boom . A detonation. I'm a newborn handed this sudden bomb-blast of identity, this explosive memory of all previous lives lived all at once. Even as synapses struggle to form, neurons connecting with muscle cells.

bless, and curse not. Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep. Be of the same mind one toward

Healing belongs to you. It belongs to you because sickness is of the enemy. It belongs to you because you are a spiritual child of Abraham. It belongs to you because sickness is a curse, and Christ has redeemed you from the curse of the law.

Maybe memory was just a wicked curse, and the kind of mind what could wipe out painful recollections a blessing. Maybe .....

While Maddox now believed the demon did not want to hurt Ashlyn, he wasn't willing to take a chance. He would talk about flowers and moonbeams - he cringed - if it meant maintaining this delectable inner peace. "Is there a way to break your death-curse?" Ashlyn asked. So much for flowers and moon-beams.

Every night death came, slowly, painfully, and every morning Maddox awoke in bed, knowing he'd have to die again later. That was his greatest curse and his eternal punishment.

I curse you, William of the Dark. I curse you to a life of misery and war with those you care about. A life devoid of genuine companionship. But. If ever you do fall in love...if ever the object of your affection falls in love with you in return...I curse her to lose her mind along with her heart. She will attack you, again and again, and she will not stop until you are dead.

Kane, north hallway." With a nod, Kane swerved at the next corner. One of the lightbulbs in the chandelier shattered the moment he did so, spraying glass in every direction. There was a hiss, a muttered curse. Then, of course, another bulb exploded. Disaster. Couldn't take him anywhere

Why were some people born into blessing and others born into curse?

Crude classifications and false generalizations are the curse of organized life.

At certain stations he would view the stream,As if he stood bewildered in a dream,Or that some power had chained him for a time,To feel a curse or meditate on crime.

Chyort poberi, you

That art gives charm to terrible things is perhaps its glory, perhaps its curse. Art is a doom.

Hay una maldición china que viene al caso, «le deseo una vida interesante». La bendición correspondiente sería «le deseo una vida banal» —