“Nodding and laughing-
Really, really laughing-
The guards too.
Laughing and nodding and blinking and patting down his hair, the spittle on his chin-
Michael John Myshkin, murderer of children is laughing-
Spittle on his chin, tears on his cheeks.”
Source: Nineteen Eighty Three
“Battering down doors, battering down people, kicking in doors, kicking in people, searching for her, searching for me.”
Source: Nineteen Seventy Seven
“The only thing I do not feel
Is my own existence
As though the woods and stars
Maybe out of habit
Maybe out of sorrow
No longer have the strength to care
About a destiny they cannot alter”
“We as servants of the Lord are advocates of joy. We know that “men are that they might have joy.” In contrast, the way of the adversary always leads to misery, despair, and destruction.”
Source: Accomplishing the Impossible: What God Does, What We Can Do
“You sadly besotted souls, know and remember while you have a day before the golden thread of life is cut that, if you are found without Christ, faith, repentance, holiness but a moment after death, you are undone to eternity. After death, all means and hopes fail. There is no work nor device in the grace (Eccl. 9:10). God will then be irreconcilable; sin, unpardonable; heaven, not attainable; and your souls, lost irrevocably.”
Source: Time and the End of Time: Discourses on Redeeming the Time and Considering Our Latter End
“I was your anchor when you were lost, but you sailed away without looking back.”
“How sad and astonishing a spectacle it is to see a man near the coast of eternity--namely, to behold a wretched sinner in his cold sweats and dying groans with his precious and immortal soul standing on his pale, cold, quivering lips; and death, the great conqueror and king of terrors, marching furiously with his writ of removal in one hand, not to be reversed, and his deadly dart and sting in the other hand; conscience on the rack, barking, biting, and tearing him like a lion; the devil, God's executioner, looking on and standing by; the heart under dejecting and sinking despair; the eyes dim and fixed; his heart strings ready to break with anguish; his wife, children, and friends at the bedside, weeping, sighing, crying, wring their hands, beating their breasts; the wife crying out, "Alas, my husband!"; the child crying out, "Alas, my father!"; the poor perishing soul all this while looking backward on his misspent time and bypast sins, inward on his own heart--a dreadful sight! Where he sees no Christ, no grace, no purity, nothing but sin, guilt, death, darkness. Then, looking upward to that God who has been provoked, to that Christ who has been rejected, to that heaven and eternity that he has lost. And looking downward to that dark and dreadful pit that must be his place and portion (with a fearful looking for judgment), seeing the devils come and ready to seize on him. Oh what a dreadful outcry and shriek will the soul make when it departs! Perceiving itself sinking down, down to the burning lake and bottomless pit, where he must take up his lodging with devouring fire to all eternity.”
Source: Time and the End of Time: Discourses on Redeeming the Time and Considering Our Latter End
“Tis a cold wind which blows through the hearts of the forgotten men.”
“What kind of person dreams about life alone if not a broken one? What kind of person dreams about a nonsensical life hidden in the shadows of despair?”
Source: A Warrior's Heart
“Only an artist can understand the despair of being abandoned by his muse, his lifelong inspiration. Only someone who had loved can know the immeasurable agony of losing the object of one's passion. Only a devout believer who has touched the Divine can know the soul-emptying misery of his Goddess being taken from him.”
Source: Raavan: Enemy of Aryavarta