“It isn’t lethal to me,” he says, “because a clever sorcerer knows better than to create a weapon that can be used against him. I mark what’s mine. The God Knife knows me. It bears my rune. My name.”
I meant to be a good man at your age. But I am not so. I am not a villain, but I am a sinner. I have done many things wrong. When fate wronged me, I had not the wisdom to remain calm. I became desperate and depressed. I wish I had been able to contain my feelings! God knows I do! Miss Eyre, remorse can poison your life.
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Nikolai's arms wrap around my back to fuse us closer, but he doesn't rush it, doesn't turn it into a lustful frenzy like we're used to.
Maybe it's because he, too, knows this isn't about lust anymore. It stopped being about lust a long time ago.
For me, it was never about lust. I was drawn to him, which is why I wanted him. It wasn't the other way around.
"Tell me something you noticed about me no one else knows."
"Hmm. You have eleven moles on your body.'
"Okay..."
"I'm not done. You have two hundred seventeen lashes on your right eye and two hundred twelve lashes on your left one." His lips part. "You...counted them?"
"Almost every night since you stayed over. That's last night's count. Might change today. You tend to lose some on your left eye."
Tanrı biliyor ya, gözyaşlarımızdan utanmamıza hiç gerek yoktur; gözyaşları, katılaşmış yüreklerimizi kaplayan kirin pasın üzerine yağan bir yağmurdur.
God knows, we need not be ashamed of our tears; they are raindrops on the dust of hardened hearts.
“Hold on to me, little muse. Quench this fucking thirsty rage inside me.” His words sound sinister in my neck. “You’re the only one who knows how.”
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“I can believe things that are true and things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not.
I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and the Beatles and Marilyn Monroe and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen - I believe that people are perfectable, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is
Discipline can move mountains that motivation can't…Mr Fyodor.
Evidently habit does wonders! God knows what habit can do with anyone.
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Belli ki alışkanlıklar harikalar yaratıyor! Alışkanlığın bir insanda neler yapabileceğini Tanrı bilir.
Even Augustine, who participated in the struggle against Arianism, concedes in The Confessions that he has not penetrated the mystery—“the Trinity appears unto me,” he writes, “in a glass darkly”—and he doubts that anybody else has a much better grasp. “Which of us comprehendeth the Almighty Trinity?” he shrugs. “Rare is the soul which while it speaks of It, knows what it speaks of.”
“Captain… are you getting this?” Zuri moved into the room… the lair… of god knows what. It had once been a conference room. Now it was an abattoir, decorated with bones—human bones—and makeshift weapons. All about them hung gruesome trophies. Human skulls, spinal cords strung up with sinew, and spiral decorations in bone and blood dangled from the walls. In the center of the room, three bodies hung. One was headless and flensed, hanging upside down. The other two, both human males, were tied to cross poles attached to the exposed ceiling rails.“Are they alive?”
"Tell me something you noticed about me no one else knows."
"Hmm. You have eleven moles on your body."
"Okay..."
"I'm not done. You have two hundred seventeen lashes on your right eye and two hundred twelve lashes on your left one."
His lips part. "You...counted them?"
"Almost every night since you stayed over. That's last night's count. Might change today. You tend to lose some on your left eye."
"But why would you count my lashes?"
"I love them. They're dark and long and so fucking pretty when you're sleeping. Besides, no one but me can count them, so that's a huge bonus."
He chuckles softly, the sound echoing around us like a lullaby. "You're so weird."
"I've always been."
"That you have."
"The only difference is that you're not running away anymore."
A Heavy Sacrifice
“She gave up everything, that’s what you have to understand. She gave up you and your sister and your father and that house so she could help the poor. She’s lived in India and God only knows how many other horrible places. “
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Litanies of Satan
O Angel, the most brilliant and most wise,
A God betrayed by fate, deprived of praise,
Satan, take pity on my misery!
O Prince of exile, you who have been wronged,
Who, even conquered, rises yet more strong,
god only knows
''... Bugün benim için ne uygun görüldü, payıma düşen ne olacak? Eh, bugün olmazsa o halde yarın, yola devam ederiz...''
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"where are you going?"
"god knows," he said. "i'm looking for a place to hide."
chapter 9: destruction
