“The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.” FirstsEarthFireTreeBloodAngelThirdsGreenForestsGrassBurnedTrumpetsHailGreen Grass Author:John the Apostle
“It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.... They both speak by and to the same organs; the bodies in which both of them are clothed may be said to be of the same substance, their affections are kindred, and almost identical, not necessarily differing even in degree; Poetry sheds no tears "such as Angels weep," but natural and human tears; she can boast of no celestial ichor that distinguishes her vital juices from those of prose; the same human blood circulates through the veins of them both.” HumansMaySaidBodyPoetrySpeakLanguageNaturalDifferencesBloodTearsPoetEssentialsDegreesAngelAffectionSubstanceProseOrgansShedCompositionVeinsBoastJuiceIdenticalCelestialKindred Author:William Wordsworth
“I should warn you, I’m an expert on vampires. I’ve seen every episode made of Buffy, Angel, and Forever Knight, so don’t think a little fang-flashing is going to scare me.” – Nell to Adrian Oh, my God! You bit me on the leg! You drank my blood! I am not an appetizer!” You are much more then an appetizer. You are a twelve-course banquet. – Nell & Adrian I slid my tongue around the glossy enamel of his teeth, pausing to stroke down the length of an elongated canine tooth. Yeah. I know. How stupid is it to French kiss a vampire and not expect sharp teeth? – Nell” ThinkingKnowsShouldLittlesMadeCoursesBitsKnow HowForeverBloodStupidKissingAngelYeahLegsTongueTeethVampireExpertsLengthScareTwelveEpisodesStrokesKnightsDrankFangsCanineBanquetsAppetizersPausingFrench Kiss Author:Katie MacAlister
“Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.” MadeBookBloodSeaTearsColorHairSixPagesAngelBlueFilledWingsListsNewspapersGoldenBubblesCriedShellsEasterItemsLaddersMarginsGrapesShatteredSpineWhalesEntryParagraphArrivalsMaidensGumBubble GumGolden HairShamrocks Book:The Virgin Suicides: A Novel Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel
“Inside me is the same desperate hope I have watching the ravenous dead and thinking, Oh please, oh please, oh please. The craving inside of me is to be clutched at by some dead girl. To put my ear to her chest and hear nothing. Even getting munched on by zombies beats the idea that I'm only flesh and blood, skin and bone. Demon or angel or evil spirit, I just need something to show itself. Ghoulie or ghosty or long-legged beastie, I just want my hand held.” ThinkingWantNeedsLongIdeasShowsHandsSpiritGirlEvilBloodPleaseBeatsAngelSkinsEarsBonesFleshDemonDesperateChestsZombieCravingFlesh And BloodEvil SpiritsSkin And Bones Author:Chuck Palahniuk
“Angel and Muse approach from without; the Angel sheds light and the Muse gives form (Hesiod learned of them). Gold leaf or chiton-folds: the poet finds his models in his laurel coppice. But the Duende, on the other hand, must come to life in the nethermost recesses of the blood.” GivingHandsLightFormBloodPoetApproachModelsAngelGoldShedMuseLeafsFoldsLaurelsRecess Author:Federico Garcia Lorca
“George Harrison: The day after the Blue Angel audition, John showed up to rehearsal with a long list of name suggestions, and I remember each and every one of them: the Deads-men, the Deadmen, the Undeads-men, the Undeadmen, the Rots, the Rotters, the Dirts, the Dirty Ones, the Grayboys, the Eaten Brains, the Eating Brains, the Mersey Beaters, the Mersey Beaten, the Bloodless, the Graves, the Headstones, and the Liverpools of Blood. Paul ripped off John's right arm and used it to slap John across the face, then he said, "Those're horrible, mate, just horrible, y'know.” KnowsMenLongSaidRememberFacesUsedNamesBrainBloodArmsEatingAngelBlueListsGravesHorribleDirtyMatesDirtBeatenAuditionsSuggestionsRehearsalSlapRippedLiverpoolHeadstoneUndead Author:Alan Goldsher
“As a maternal figure, I always try to keep the flock safe, of course. But I admit, it did my heart proud to see the instant blood-lust pop into Gazzy’s blue eyes and to see little Angel automatically tense up and get into fighting stance, ready to rip someone’s head off. They were just so — so dang adorable, sometimes.” TryingHeartLittlesSometimesEyeFightingCoursesBloodFiguresReadyProudMy HeartSafeAngelBluePopsLustInstantRipTenseFlocksBlue EyesStanceAdorableLittle Angel Author:James Patterson
“Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spilling your blood on the ground. Not touching you with my hand, Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you, But with your unimaginable groans I will finally slake my thirst. From her, who wandered the earth before me, Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame, From her, who still exists in the ether— From her you will set me free.” GivingStillsHandsEarthBeautifulThreeBloodSingingAngelRiversIceFlamesTouchingThirstGlancesThree TimesLoving YouFieryUnimaginableSpillingStop Loving YouTouching You Author:Anna Akhmatova
“Tessa had lain down beside him and slid her arm beneath his head, and put her head on his chest,listening to the ever-weakening beat of his heart. And in the shadows they'd whispered, reminding each other of the stories only they knew. Of the girl who had hit over the head with a water jug the boy who had come to rescue her, and how he had fallen in love with her in that instant. Of a ballroom and a balcony and the moon sailing like a ship untethered through the sky. Of the flutter of the wings of the clockwork Angel. Of holy water and blood.” HeartStoriesGirlWaterBoysBloodSkyArmsListeningHolyMoonBeatsAngelShadowWingsShipsFallenInstantChestsPrincessRescueSailingRemindingWill HerondaleTessa GrayClockworkWeakeningBallroomBalconiesClockwork PrincessClockwork AngelJugsHoly Water Book:Clockwork Princess Source: Clockwork Princess
“Is it not grotesque when the representatives of an antiquated myth-sorcery, who believes in trinity, angels, devils, hell, virgin-birth, bodily Ascension, making of water into wine, wine to blood, - when they want to impress us with their "science"?” WantBelieveWaterHellBloodBirthDevilAngelWineAtheistMythRepresentativesImpressVirginsGrotesqueTrinityAscensionSorceryVirgin Birth Author:Karlheinz Deschner
“Lincoln's appeal to "the better angels of our nature" failed to avert a fratricidal war. But the compassionate wisdom of Lincoln's first and second inaugurals bequeathed to the Union, cemented with blood, a moral heritage which, when drawn upon in times of stress and strife, is sure to find specific ways and means to surmount difficulties that may appear to be insurmountable.” WayFirstsMayMeanWarCompassionMoralBloodAngelDifficultyStressUnionsAppealsHeritageCompassionateStrifeInsurmountableAvert Author:Felix Frankfurter
“How can this come about?" Mary asked. "The Holy Spirit will come upon you," the angel answered, "and the power of the Most High will cover you with its shadow." And now you are the one who puts the question: "How can bread become Christ and wine His Blood?" I answer: "The power of the Holy Spirit will be at work to give us a marvel which surpasses understanding.” GivingSpiritUnderstandingChristAnswersBloodHolyAngelShadowWineBreadHoly SpiritOver YouMarySacraments Author:John of Damascus