Archdevil Zariel Quotes & Sayings

For me their biggest threat is when they get into the attacking part of the field. — Ron Atkinson

No matter where I am, I am always loving you. — Francesca Lia Block

The chief mate of the Pequod was Starbuck, a native of Nantucket, and a Quaker by descent. He was a long, earnest man, and though born on an icy coast, seemed well adapted to endure hot latitudes, his flesh being hard as twice-baked biscuit. Transported to the Indies, his live blood would not spoil like bottled ale. He must have been born in some time of general drought and famine, or upon one of those fast days for which his state is famous. Only some thirty arid summers had he seen; those summers had dried up all his physical superfluousness. But this, his thinness, so to speak, seemed no more the token of wasting anxieties and cares, than it seemed the indication of any bodily blight. It was merely the condensation of the man. He was by no means ill-looking; quite the contrary. — Herman Melville

We are basically storytellers, descendants of the old men who sat around the fire and told us legends, fairytales, exploits, or maybe just how funny Og looked when he fell into the tar pit. — Sol Saks

Maybe I didn't always know what I was missing, but it was you. Always you. — Maya Banks

Rita got the best of us. We took quite a beating. It's going to take a while to come back from this. — Rick Fox

What was the point of loving when the people you loved were taken from you? When Death and Time were always looming and poised to strike, why did love exist? — Alexandra Monir

New approaches are needed, new orientations in both thought and action. We must make the transition to a new civilization ... We are talking of a transition toward a new civilization. No one knows what it will be like. What is important is to orient in that direction ... I am convinced that a new civilization will inevitably take on certain features that are characteristic of, or inherent in, the socialist ideal. — Mikhail Gorbachev

It happens to all of us," I concluded that Easter Sunday morning. "God simply keeps reaching down into the dirt of humanity and resurrecting us from the graves we dig for ourselves through our violence, our lies, our selfishness, our arrogance, and our addictions. And God keeps loving us back to life over and over. — Nadia Bolz-Weber

We were not restrained in our chairs, but there were so many guns on us that if I scratched my nose, the shooting aftermath would look like somebody had just spilled a huge lasagna here. — David Wong

Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about how Dutch elm disease wiped out the entire species on the East Coast except for a lone tree in Manhattan surrounded by concrete. Is this, she wonders, how we'll all survive? — Cristina Garcia