“Sometimes we can choose the paths we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all.”
“To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due.”
“I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.”
“Lucifer protests he was never to blame for inducing anyone to sin, and that he’s never had an interest in owning souls: 'They die, and they come here – having transgressed against what they believed to be right – and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. I don’t make them come here… I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No, they belong to themselves. They just hate to have to face up to it.”
“October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”
“Why do they blame me for all their little failings? They use my name as if I spent my entire days sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive. 'The devil made me do it.' I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.”
“Never a possession, always the possessor, with skin as pale as smoke, and eyes tawny and sharp as yellow wine: Desire is everything you've ever wanted. Whoever you are. Whatever you are. Everything.”
“There must be a Hell. A place for demons. A place for the damned. Hell is Heaven's reflection. Heaven's shadow. They define each other. There must be a Hell for without Hell, Heaven has no meaning.
--Remiel”
“It is said that scattered through Despair's domain are a multitude of tiny windows, hanging in the void. Each window looks out onto a different scene, being, in our world, a mirror. Sometimes you will look into a mirror and feel the eyes of Despair upon you, feel her hook catch and snag on your heart. Despair says little, and is patient.”
“It’s part of growing up, I suppose…you always have to leave something behind you.”
“Go back? I don’t know. I think hell’s something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go. They’re doing the same things they always did. They’re doing it to themselves. That’s hell.”
“October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or shutting a book, did not end the tale.
Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.”
“They believe themselves Lucifer's equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him... to him we no longer speak.”
“Perhaps this is the ultimate freedom, eh, Dreamlord? The freedom to leave.”
“Walk any path in Destiny's garden, and you will be forced to choose, not once but many times.”
“They also held that the way to salvation was to give way to lust and temptation in all things. And no greater percentage of them turned up here than of any other religion. Amusing, isn't it?”
“I think maybe Hell is a place. But you don't have to stay anywhere forever.”
“I am Desire, am I not? That is what I am; that is what I do. I make things want things. Where I touch, things want and need and love - drawn to their objects of desire like butterflies to a candle-flame.”
“The paths fork and divide. With each step you take through Destiny's garden, you make a choice; and every choice determines future paths. However, at the end of a lifetime of walking you might look back, and see only one path stretching out behind you; or look ahead, and see only darkness.”
“[Dream] I do not want a grape.
[Desire] I could make you want one.”
“This is not a place, after all. It is BETWEEN places. This is NOWHERE. A brief thought: I could stay here, abandon my quest, hang forever in the void, safe and cold and alone.”
“They talk of me going around buying souls, like a fishwife come market day, never stopping to ask themselves why. I need no souls. And how can anyone own a soul? No. They belong to themselves...they just hate to face up to it.”
“He heard long ago, in a dream, that one day in every century Death takes on mortal flesh, better to comprehend what the lives she takes must feel like, to taste the bitter tang of mortality: that this is the price she must pay for being the divider of the living from all that has gone before, all that must come after.”
“Yes, you're right. It's part of growing up, I suppose. You always have to leave something behind you.ü”
“Been there, Remiel. Done that. Wore the T-Shirt, ate the burger, bought the original cast album, choreographed the legions of the damned and orchestrated the screaming.”
“Everything created has a beginning, Destiny of the Endless...as everything created has an end.”
“So this is your library, huh, Lucien? It's a big place What's so special about it, then?"
"Oh, it's a very unusual library, Matthew. Somewhere in here is every story that has every been dreamed. "
"They're just books."
"Oh yes. But unusual books. You'll find none of them on Earth. In this section, for example, are novels their authors never wrote, or never finished, except in dreams.”
“Lucifer :Ve ölümlüler! Soruyorum sana... Neden? Söyle bana neden ?
Morpheus :Ne neden ilk düşen ?
Lucifer :Bütün önemsiz başarıları için neden beni suçluyorlar? Sanki bütün günümü onların
omuzlarına tüneyip , aslında iğrenç buldukları bir hareketi zorla yapmalarını sağlayarak
geçiriyormuşum gibi benim adımı anıp duruyorlar. 'Şeytana uydum' Bir tanesini bile hiçbir şeye
kışkırtmadım... Asla... Kendi küçük hayatlarını kendileri yaşarlar ben onlar adına onların
hayatını yaşamam. Ve sonra ölüp buraya gelirler (doğru olduğuna inandıkları bir şeye karşı günah
işlemişlerdir) Ve acıya ceza çekmeye karşı duydukları arzularını doyurmamızı beklerler. Onları
Buraya ben getirmiyorum. Sanki etrafta dolanıp ruhları satın alıyormuşum gibi hakkımda konuşuyorlar
Pazar yerindeki balıkçı kadınım sanki, Bir kere bile durup kendilerine neden diye sormuyorlar
Benim hiçbir ruha ihtiyacım yok. Hem birisi bir ruha nasıl sahip olabilir ki? Hayır onlar
kendilerinden mesuller... Sadece bununla yüzleşmek zorunda olmaktan nefret ediyorlar.
Evet ben başkaldırdım.Çok uzun bir zaman önceydi. Ama o tek hareketin cezasını daha ne kadar
çekeceğim?”
“Destiny smells of dust and the libraries of the night.”
“On the matter of slavery, he reproached but absolved the South of the ultimate blame: “It may seem strange that any men should dare to ask God’s assistance in wringing their bread from the sweat of other men’s faces; but let us judge not that we be judged.”
“There are many soul-stirring things in this world, but not many as profound as watching the beautiful man you love holding the baby you created together. No, not many.”
“At the time, any science, as it was then called, was thought to be a challenge to the authority of the Church; a science that promised spiritual purification was a direct threat to the Church.”
“One potion is drunk by the person that will become the host, the second is drunk by the one who needs the host. His body would disappear and his essence would be soaked up into the host.”
“Do you think we’ll ever get out of here?” I asked as I peeled. Rose sighed and it wasn’t in sadness; it was a frustrated sigh. Frustrated with me? “No.” “Do you want to?” “Violet, can you get me an oven dish, please?” Rose asked, completely ignoring my question. That’s a no then. I felt so sorry for her. He had really screwed with her mind. Rose shoved the chicken in the oven dish and put it in the oven. She was pretending she hadn’t heard me, but I knew she would be thinking about it. How could she not? Did she know she was brainwashed? I’d”
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