264 Quotes About Demon

The angel is nothing without the demon.

Use the thorn, drive me out. You will still be a broken man - demon or not.

Then what’s the problem? You keep telling me she’s just a job. So, fine. The job’s done. You found her. You trained her. Now she has to do her part. She has to kill Dmitri. Whether she can survive the battle or not doesn’t matter, and it isn’t up to you to decide.” Luc got up from the swing and went to Daniel. “Listen, man, I’m trying to be a friend here. You’ve been down here so long you’re starting to think like one of them. Quit trying to grow a conscience and just finish what you started.

What? You think your White Knight’s going to charge in and save the day? Not fucking likely. Nic’s locked up far away from anywhere anyone would ever even think to look. And Dmitri knows all about Daniel. The only reason he’s not strung up in a cave somewhere is because we don’t want to call any more attention to ourselves. Daniel’s out there hunting alone, and thanks to you his mind’s jacked. He’ll fold.”- Luc to Sarah.

Nurse Balnshik, Lord Emenwyr's minder, is 100% demon, but glamorous: "Do you know any other midwife who can also tear apart armored warriors with her bare, er, hands? Lovely and versatile.

Where people's thought is unconstructive and backward, and where they impose that on others; it is the explosion of ethical, social, legal, religious, and human values. If once again all messengers, and prophets come to teach such people, there will not be any improvement until they would not try to throw their inner demon

What crime was this, that lived incarnate in this sequestered mansion, and could neither be expelled nor subdued by the owner? — what mystery, that broke out, now in fire and now in blood, at the deadest hours of night? What creature was it, that, masked in an ordinary woman's face and shape, uttered the voice, now of a mocking demon and anon of a carrion-seeking bird of prey?

Nay, what is human love?—a stirringOf youthful blood to quicker flow,But love grows chiller, as recurringDays, years and decades, come and go.

Lay down the thorn, boy king. Haven’t you earned a bit of rest? Aren’t you tired?'He was. Saints, he was. He thought he had grown used to his scars, but he had never grasped how much of his will it would take to hide them. He had fought and sacrificed and bled. He had gone long days without rest and long nights without comfort. All for Ravka, all for an ideal he would never attain and a country that would never care.