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Oh, but once my memories had pulsed with the blood-heat of life. In desperation, I forced myself to recall that once, I had walked with kings and conversed in languages never heard in this land. Once I had stood at the prow of a Sea Wolf ship and sailed oceans unknown to seamen here. I had ridden horses through desert lands, and dined on exotic foods in Arab tents. I had roamed Constantinople’s fabled streets, and bowed before the Holy Roman Emperor’s throne. I had been a slave, a spy, a sailor. Advisor and confidant of lords, I had served Arabs, Byzantines, and barbarians. I had worn captive’s rags, and the silken robes of a Sarazen prince. Once I had held a jeweled knife and taken a life with my own hand. Yes, and once I had held a loving woman in my arms and kissed her warm and willing lips...Death would have been far, far better than the gnawing, aching emptiness that was now my life.


Stephen R. Lawhead


#despair #holy-roman-emperor #memories #death

One thing that a lot of people forget is that when Lucifer was cast out of heaven, he took one third of the angels with him. These later became the first demons, and many believe that they are the only ones. What even fewer realize is that since demons were once angels, their righteousness cannot have been completely overcome. Just covered up, hidden, buried so deep into their souls that they can ignore it. But we can never forget," Belieal said sadly, feeling the hollow bit of himself that had once been full. "We can never forget what we've lost, and I think that that is our greatest curse of all. No matter how many souls we corrupt, no matter how much we destroy- we can never come back home. Or at least, that is what most demons believe. If they knew there was a way out, Lucifer would lose his entire army overnight. Only his most loyal know, only those who have buried themselves so deep in hatred and evil that they could never take the step that it would require to become what we once were." Verin nodded, all of it making sense so far. "Why are you telling me this?" Belial sighed. "The way that we are speaking of can only reside inside the sould of one of the Almighty's creations. One that is capable of love. That person can ignite the spark of righteousness still within us and make us holy." "But-" "Yes, I still haven't answered your question. You, I, and Abaddon are one of the few who still care, even a little. So I thought it would only be fair to warn you that Lucifer will do whatever he can to destroy those rare people." "Yes, but-" "I'm getting to it. One of those people-" Belial hesitated. "One of them is that mortal girl that you've fallen head-over-heels for.


Kenneth Evers


#acts-of-kindness #angels #belial #chaos #demons

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me


Jeremy Aldana


#drug-addiction #honesty #longing #love #loving

Toy is talking and this is why I love her. She can go on about herself ceaselessly and like the scratching of a branch against the window at night, the steady insistence of it is comforting. She has stories without beginnings, stories that trail off, stories that crisscross and contradict and dead end. Toy is the star of her stories. Events orbit her like a constellation.


Erica Lorraine Scheidt


#stories #storytelling #love

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.


George Eliot


#silence #love

She had died at age twelve, and by now she was nothing but the memory of love-- nothing, now, but bones.


Kim Edwards


#love #memory #age

Love was something different. Love was pure delight, a fountain of emotions, sensual delights, and enjoying spending time together.


Sergei Lukyanenko


#emotions #love #time #love

He thinks of the rotten parachute they played with as kids in Arcadia: they hurtle through life aging unimaginably fast, but each grasps a silken edge of memory that billows between them and softens the long fall.


Lauren Groff


#friendship #memories #age

Amal,I believe that most Americans do not love as we do. It is not for any inherent deficiency or superiority in them. They live in the safe, shallow, parts that rarely push human emotions into the depths where we dwell.


Susan Abulhawa


#emotions #emotions-love #palestinians #love

The hollowness in his chest, the tense yearning, the loneliness he braces against, every morning until he can immerse himself in work and forget. Not love. Something else, something with a power that endures. Not love, but a memory of love.


Aminatta Forna


#memory #love






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