devil

This was no longer art: it even destroyed the harmony of the portrait itself. They were alive, they were human eyes! It seemed as if they had been cut out of a living man and set there. Here there was not that lofty pleasure which comes over the soul at the sight of an artist's work, however terrible its chosen subject; here there was some morbid, anguished feeling. 'What is it?' the artist asked himself involuntarily. 'It's nature all the same, its living nature___hy, then, this strangely unpleasant feeling? Or else the slavish, literal imitation of nature is already a trespass and seems like a loud, discordant cry?

The devil?_ Jason heaved the tick over his shoulder like a collier with his sack. __atan. The adversary. The enemy of the plan of God. The undoer. The destroyer. Yes. He definitely was._ Jason smiled. __ut he meant well.

Most of my girlfriends are sent by the Devil and seem genuinely bemused when I do not succumb to their powers.

A country where a devil is sitting at the throne turns into a real hell!

She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil__ mark. She was beautiful.

Blake said Milton was a true poet and of the Devil's party without knowing it. I am of the Devil's party and know it.

Eugène Ney Terre__lanche is the man who had such a long record of infamy the devil would be blue with envy.

...but there were four things I taught Walter to consider: 1) That it was Cain who built the first City, 2) That there is a true Science in the World called Scientia Umbrarum which, as to the publick teaching of it, has been suppressed but which the proper Artificer must comprehend, 3) That Architecture aims at Eternity and must contain the Eternal Powers: not only our Altars and Sacrifices, but the Forms of our Temples, must be mysticall, 4) That the miseries (If the present Life, and the Barbarities of Mankind, the fatall disadvantages we are all under and the Hazard we run of being eternally Undone, lead the True Architect not to Harmony or to Rationall Beauty but to quite another Game. Why, do we not believe the very Infants to be the Heirs of Hell and Children of the Devil as soon as they are disclos'd to the World? I declare that I build my Churches firmly on this Dunghil Earth and with a full Conception of Degenerated Nature. I have only room to add: there is a mad-drunken Catch, Hey ho! The Devil is dead! If that be true, I have been in the wrong Suit all my Life.

The more you let God into your life,the more the Devil intensifies his work..

The devil isn__ a true lion; he just walks around roaring like one trying to intimidate the Body of Christ. But the truth is, the devil had his teeth pulled, and all he can only do now is gum you.

Women were the very devil, at the mercy of their frail strength.

Open your eyes, Ambrosio, and be prudent. Hell is your lot; You are doomed to eternal perdition; Nought lies beyond your grave but a gulph of devouring flames.

If you follow the devil, your journey will end up in the hell! This is what happens to those who follow the dictators!

The instinct of self-preservation and the urge to self-destruction are equally strong in man! The Devil has equal a sway over humanity as God until a time still unknown to us.

Diabolical forces are formidable. These forces are eternal, and they exist today. The fairy tale is true. The devil exists. God exists. And for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

The dark leaden mask hides the devil with a soul of deceit, with his warm syrupy vacuous words coercing, enticing and grasping with exposed sharpened claws, scratching slow at his prey's surface with bullet pointed precision, inserting the slow hot mercurial poison of falsification of love straight into the flowing veins of the succumbing vulnerable heart. The prey__ wanton escape futile, isolated & drawn into the hot fiery abyss.

The number of the devil is not 666.That is only his area code, his number is unlisted.

He__l take from your mind the answer best suited to lead you on, to enthrall you. He__l weave a web of deceits so thick you won__ see the world through it. He wants your strength and he__l say what he must say to get it. Break the chain, child! You__e the strongest of them all! Break the chain and he__l go backto hell for he has no other place to go in all the wide world to find strength like yours. Don__ you see?He__ created it. Bred sister to brother, and uncle to niece, and son to mother, yes, that too, when he hadto do it, to make an ever more powerful witch, only faltering now and then, and gaining what he lost in one generation by even greater strength in the next. What was the cost of Antha and Deirdre if he could have a Rowan!