30 Quotes About Damned
- Author Margaret Laurence
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I can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.
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- Author Christopher Marlowe
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Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it.Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of GodAnd tasted the eternal joys of heaven,Am not tormented with ten thousand hellsIn being deprived of everlasting bliss?
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- Author Anthony Liccione
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Sin bites bitter. But oh, the sweet taste of salvation, that stirs the spirit!
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- Author Anthony Liccione
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They can stop a river by building a dam, but I will be damned if they can stop my river of blood flowing through my veins and heart.
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- Author Anthony Liccione
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With thousands of roads before us that lead nowhere, going in circles. There really are only two roads we will either travel, one going to heaven, or the other to hell.
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- Author Larry Atchley Jr.
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Streets teemed with hell's wretched souls. New dead with their gadgets and old dead from antiquity. Demons roamed the avenues and alleyways, tormenting hapless damned at random with branding irons, flaming pitchforks, and razor-wire whips. -From the story Remember, Remember, Hell in November, in the anthology, Lawyers in Hell.
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- Author E.A. Bucchianeri
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If there are damned souls in Hell, it is because men blind themselves.
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- Author John Scalzi
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I’m a monster. You’re a monster. We’re all fucking inhuman monsters, and we don’t see a damned thing wrong with it.
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- Author Alan Bradley
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Not to be too dramatic about it, that night I slept the sleep of the damned. I dreamt of turrets and craggy ledges where the windswept rain blew in from the ocean with the odor of violets. A pale woman in Elizabethan dress stood beside my bed and whispered in my ear that the bells would ring. An old salt in an oilcloth jacket sat atop a piling, mending nets with an awl, while far out at sea a tine aeroplane winged its way towards the setting sun.
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