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My name is Raphael. Not chico.
A vampire who's afraid of the dark, for Crowley's sake.
Great God! I'd rather be a Pagan....
The Black Pirate,
St. Jude is the patron saint of lost causes. But no cause is lost if there is still one person devoted to it. So Jude might as well be the patron saint of us all.
I'm the priest who has been mistaken for an ATM machine.
Each lost day has its patron saint!
Stephen came on deck reflecting with satisfaction upon his sloth, now a parlour-boarder with the Irish Franciscans at Rio, and a secret drinker of the altar-wine.
I'm a fucking hunter, and I'm the fucking consort to the Archangel of New York.
What does he stand for?
Archangel or hound from hell . . . with Gabriel, it depends on the day.
I am Ares! I am a murderer too!...And what do we do with to murderers?
A God who counts minutes and pennies, a desperate sensual God, who grunts like a pig. A pig with golden wings, who falls and falls, always belly side up, ready for caresses, that's him, our master. Come, kiss me.
Ser mal profesor sale barato
A romantic, I think the word is. Latin for idiot.
Over the trackless past, somewhere, Lie the lost days of our tropic youth, Only regained by faith and prayer, Only recalled by prayer and plaint, Each lost day has its patron saint!
stomata. The guard
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
A deistical prater, fit to sit in the chimney-corner of a pot-house, and make blasphemous comments on the one greasy newspaper fingered by beer-swilling tinkers.
What are you?"
"Im a Shadowhunter...
Lessee ... he'd gone off after the funeral and gotten drunk. No, not drunk, another word, ended with "er." Drunker. that was it.
It's the person who likes to pat dogs to whom dogs come for pats.
Dante, or the hyena that writes poetry in tombs.
upholder of all that surrounds thee. He who
Jude is my favorite of all the saints," he says. "Patron saint of lost causes. The saint to call on when all hope is gone. The one in charge of miracles.
Bellator silvae servi. Warrior of the forest, I, the alpha, call on thee to serve in this time of need.
Lover of poetry, prose and procrastination.
The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent.
"It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.
I have undertaken vengeance. I want Liberty and Equality to reign in Saint-Domingue. I work to bring them into existence. Unite yourselves to us, brothers, and fight with us for the same cause.
Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.
There's nothing decent about what we're going to do tonight. So, let go and show me who you are."
~Raphael
I am associate of God's kind, I am in fraternity with divinity;I am not ordinary
Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus," said Lupin, "which is a kind of anti-dementor - a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor.
Ambrosio, learn to know me better. I love you for your virtues: Lose them, and with them you lose my affections. I look upon you as a Saint; Prove to me that you are no more than Man, and I quit you with disgust.
The rigid saint, by whom no mercy's shown To saints whose lives are better than his own.
Teacher, tender comrade, wife,
A fellow farer true through life,
Heart whole and soul free,
The August father gave to me.
Dear brothers and sisters, after the great Pope John Paul II, the cardinals have elected me - a simple, humble worker in the vineyard of the Lord.
SAINT, n. A dead sinner revised and edited.
A banty-rooster sort of guy, the kind that likes to pick fights, especially when the odds are all their way.
Victim-eyes of impersonal tragedy, to be impersonal no longer.
Today the artist has inherited the combined functions of hermit, pilgrim, prophet, priest, shaman, sorcerer, soothsayer, alchemist.
Such a Saint, such an offering.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
Im Hunter. The guy who has sex like an animal. If you're with me. I'll fucking tear you to pieces" -Hunter (fierce)
Friend of fatherless! Fountain of happiness! Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh, how my soul is on Fire when I gaze at thy Calm and commanding eye, Like the sun in the sky, Comrade Napoleon!
Dark master of sin, now my soul is yours.
I am the guardian, the shepherd of sins
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost ...
Our patron has always sort of danced upon the notion that austerity and piety go hand in hand; down here, we show our appreciation for things by appreciating, if you get me.
Perdonare
"Forgive Yourself)
Slave. Minion. Fiend. The others who have come before me have been called such things, but I prefer to think of myself as a disciple; a devout follower of my voluptuous mistress.
To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?
He walks in daylight. But, like a demon, he's weaker then. He seems to have the powers of a god, but no followers. What would you call him? (Xypher)
I wouldn't call him anything that didn't make him deliriously happy. (Simone)
Mychael Eiliesor. Guardian paladin, sacred protector, master spellsinger, fashion consultant.
A saint addicted to excessive self-abnegation is a dangerous associate; he may infect you with poverty, and a stiffening of those joints which are needed for advancement-in a word, with more renunciation than you care for-and so you flee the contagion.
A shadow charmer enjoys brotherhood with the creatures of the night. His emotions cannot be manipulated. Nothing escapes his gaze. He hears and comprehends the secret languages of darkness.
I am sacred survivor.
So one Sunday night, as the church-bells chimed 24 times, we were not especially surprised when a fist hammered on our door. What was surprising, however, was the fact that the fist belonged to Pancho the Mayor. Beside him stood his assistant, Felipe Frog.
Saint or stranger, I still recklessly seek you.
The best Shadowhunter of your generation,
William Bennett is my patron saint, one of them. Redd Foxx is another.
Idol of idiot-worshippers!
It's my new best friend, Claudius Templesmith, and as I expected it, he's inviting us to a feast.
You chose a warrior, remember?"
"As you chose an archangel.
I want a trouble-maker for a lover, blood spiller, blood drinker, a heart of flame, who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate, who burns like fire on the rushing sea.
Three highballs, and I think I'm St. Francis of Assisi.
I account the office of benefactor, or almoner, to which God appoints all those whom he has favored with wealth, one of the most honorable and delightful in the world. He never institutes a channel for the passage of His bounties that those bounties do not enrich and beautify.
Pastor: One employed by the wicked to prove to them by his example that virtue doesn't pay.
Master of the Dark Shadow. For I also, Niniel, had my darkness, in which dear things were lost; but now I have overcome it, I deem.
Pride the first peer and president of hell.
over the centuries Dante has been variously "constructed" - as lover, statesman, neo-Platonist, proto-Protestant, Romantic visionary, Byronic hero, Pre-Raphaelite, father of his country, theologian in verse, precursor of the modern novel, and, finally, altissimo poeta, the consummate poet.
St. Patrick ... one of the few saints whose feast day presents the opportunity to get determinedly whacked and make a fool of oneself all under the guise of acting Irish.
And I myself a Catholic will be,
So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee.
Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow
On us, the Poets militant below.
steward, bailiff, falconer, houndmaster
I'm the Latin artist who has been the most successful in history at representing the Latin culture. The stylings of my words are immodest, but it's the truth.
A rebel without a clue.
The public man needs but one patron, namely, the lucky moment.
APOTHECARY, n. The physician's accomplice, undertaker's benefactor and grave worm's provider
Tequila! Would you not think fallen angels would be immune to it."
"Fallen, hate that word! I prefer..misplaced
I'm not a saint. I'm not an angel. I'm a human being.
My name is Alexander Solomon Slade. I'm the Global Operations Director, although most here call me God"
"Well Mr Slade, if we are going by acronyms, I guess I could also call you Ass?
Francisco, what's the most depraved type of human being?" "The man without a purpose.
Criminy. Whatever. Just do something."
"Criminy?" Than stared. "Seriously? Big, bad, Mohawk-haired demon says 'criminy'?"
"Yes, criminy." Hades rubbed his bare chest. "And, fuck off.
He's not my warlock.
Saint Bo, a man christened with the miraculous ability to gentle horses, nervous women, and one year olds.
Half-French, half-Greek, one hundred percent grade A asshole.
I never kid about my warrior demigod status."
"Oh. My. God." I lower my voice, having forgotten to whisper. "You are nothing but a bird with an attitude. Okay, so you have a few muscles, I'll grant you that. But you know, a bird is nothing but a barely evolved lizard. That's what you are.
nocturnal purple.
It is hereby certified that the bearer, Nikolai Ivanovich, spent the
said night at Satan's ball, having been summoned there in the capacity of a means of transportation ... make a parenthesis, Hella, in the parenthesis put "hog". Signed - Behemoth.
Satan
the impersonation of that mixture of the bestial, the malignant, the impious, and the hopeless, which constitute the fiend
the enemy of all that is human and divine.
Gabriel.
This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them.
I shall always be a priest of love.
A ghra. A amhain. My love. My only.
There used to be a tradition of the loveable rogue who would steal from the honour boxes in churches and buy a round of drinks with the money he snagged. And everyone would find him tremendously good company. But not any more.
He can be High Warlock of my pants.
You are both the worshipper and the worshipped.
a virtuous person,
A vigilante masquarading as Robin Hood? Or jus a talented thief with a taste fot the absurd?
He is a Shadowhunter," said Jocelyn. "His loyalty will be to Clave and Covenant."
"He's my friend," said Magnus coldly. "His loyalty is to me.
You called me poet-priest - I am ... devoted to my art, faithful to you ... or, is the other way around? ...