venom

It__ only through the degradation of the soul that you can know who you really are; when all else is stripped away, leaving you bare._ Somehow, his black eyes darkened, the venom in his words more deadly than a viper__ bite. __et me degrade you, Katherine.

Her beauty was enough to get her into most any situation she desired and her tongue__harp and venomous__as enough to get her out again.

If you follow the pescribed way of how people want you to be, then it will be of great relieve if you commit suicide than to be dragged along like a donkey.

Don't call anyone a devil, because within you, you can experience hell and the devil, and the devil is nothing, but you!

When someone is angry and hateful toward you ~ they spit out all kinds of venom, to inflict you with unnecessary hurt and pain. But when you know who you are within, and you stand by your truth, their venom cannot poison you, its arrow turns and points straight back at them! To be humble and virtuous is a trait of the noble and the righteous

Ransom really looked at the other man for the first time, shook his head, stared again.__oly hell, your eyes are like a fucking viper__._ Venom raised an eyebrow.__ou have hair prettier than one of Astaad__ concubines._ Ransom gave the vampire the finger. Venom grinned.

If you lay with a scorpion, don't be surprised when it finally stings you.

Leaving the group, he reclined on a couch, drank morosely, and watched people. He noticed the games they played with one another. They put on masks of civility, all while spewing their venom.

Fear is the venom impact of predator sting, causing prey not to be focus on the survival.

People can have their opinions about everything in the world, but people's opinions end where the tip of my nose begins. Your opinions of others can only go so far as to where their own shoreline is. The world is for your taking, but other people are not. One is only allowed to have an opinion of me, if that person is done educating him/herself on everything about me. Before people educate themselves on everything about you, they're not allowed to open their venomous mouthes and have an opinion about you.

She began to realize some decisions cannot be undone no matter how hard you try.

If girls could spit venom, it'd be through their eyes.

To my lovely starling, Maybe there are magical words that will make you understand, but if so, I do not know them. Words are your domain. I've always been better with pictures. I fear you think I am a monster. It's true I've disrupted many graves. The way I see it, the dead are dead. If, after their death, we can learn things from the about the human form - things that will increase the sum of human knowledge and the possibilities of art - what harm is that? After death, new life, new beauty. How can that be wrong? My friends and I have made use of some of the bodies as models. some we sell to surgeons who study them with the hopes of learning something about the frail mechanisms of the human body. I don't know exactly what Dottor de Gradi does in his workshop on the Rialto, and I was as surprised as you were to stumble on it. He couldn't - he wouldn't tell me if your friend's body ended up there. But he did assure me all of his work is focused solely on extending human life. I won't lie. I did it for the money as well. Don Loredan is holding a private exhibition in his palazzo tomorrow. The entry fee was quite steep but two of my paintings were accepted. This could be the beginning for me. I could find my own patrons. I could be more than just a peasant. Tommaso's assistant.So yes; a little for money. But mostly I did for the art.I don't expect these words to change how you feel. I simply want you not to see me as a monster. I don't want to be a monster. Not anymore. Not after meeting you. I know that we disrupted you dear friend's body, and for that I am deeply regretful. But if we had not done so, if I had not lingered in the San Domenico churchyard after standing guard for my friends, you and I might never have met. Meeting you is one thing I will never regret. I hope you like the painting. Consider tit a wedding gift. How stupid of me to let my heart go. It was a lovely fantasy while it lasted, though, wasn't it?Yours, Falco

Someday,_ she said in a voice as serene as a high mountain lake, ____ going to break your neck. Then I__ going to saw it off with a hacksaw so I can take my time._ Venom__ grin creased his cheeks.__ knew you had it in you, kitty._(Venom & Sorrow)

It takes a few days for the transformation to be complete, depending on how much venom is in the bloodstream, how close the venom is to the heart. As long as the heart keeps beating, poison spreads, healing, changing the body as it moves through it. Eventually the heart stops, and the conversion is finished. But all the time, every minute of it, a victim would be wishing for death

Illium, his expression subdued as it had been for too many days, turned to her. __ind if I have a go?___ick his ass.__tripping off his shirt and boots, Illium held out his hand for one of Venom__ blades. Lips curving, Venom passed it over. __ure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?___id I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?_ A savage grin, and she knew Venom was about to bear the brunt of whatever haunted the blue-winged angel.Venom swirled his blade in hand. __ do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.

Scientists gladly accept any new truth demonstrated by evidence, that is, proved by the very law of the cosmos. Not so with any new conceptions of religion; these are fought by the use of persecution and venom. Many of the current religious beliefs literally carried into practice would stampede humanity into the old jungle ideas and habits.

To an atheist all writings tend to atheism: he corrupts the most innocent matter with his own venom.