Devil Quotes

“When you are posessed by evil spirits, it is crafty manipulations that you follow; but when you are posessed by the Holy Spirit of God, it is wise discretions you pursue!”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“Devil and God – two sides of the same face.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“The devil has not vanished simply because people refuse to believe he exists, no more than God has...”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly

“The difference between the word fiend and friend is merely one letter. I could easily be the latter. If you knew me better...”
― Joseph Delaney, The Spook's Mistake

“The fine thing about pacts with the devil is that when you sign them you are well aware of their conditions. Otherwise, why would you be recompensed with hell?”
― Umberto Eco, Postscript to the Name of the Rose

“The Devil builds a new door—only to shut it when you are halfway through.”
― Abhaidev, Heaven's Gate

“Nevertheless, the potential and actual importance of fantastic literature lies in such psychic links: what appears to be the result of an overweening imagination, boldly and arbitrarily defying the laws of time, space and ordered causality, is closely connected with, and structured by, the categories of the subconscious, the inner impulses of man's nature. At first glance the scope of fantastic literature, free as it is from the restrictions of natural law, appears to be unlimited. A closer look, however, will show that a few dominant themes and motifs constantly recur: deals with the Devil; returns from the grave for revenge or atonement; invisible creatures; vampires; werewolves; golems; animated puppets or automatons; witchcraft and sorcery; human organs operating as separate entities, and so on. Fantastic literature is a kind of fiction that always leads us back to ourselves, however exotic the presentation; and the objects and events, however bizarre they seem, are simply externalizations of inner psychic states. This may often be mere mummery, but on occasion it seems to touch the heart in its inmost depths and become great literature.”
― Franz Rottensteiner, The Fantasy Book: An Illustrated History From Dracula To Tolkien

“Also another time she had wakened in dead of night, thinking that something touched her, and when she looked she saw that a black scaly tail, tufted with flame at the end, like a fiend's, had switched across her and lay there burning the covers. And when she turned shrieking, to see what manner of thing lay beside her in the bed, she was at first reassured by sight of her husband's face, then saw, to her horror, that horns had risen, black and pointed, from his forehead. After that she screamed again and remembered nothing until Joseph was shaking her awake, and there were neither horns nor tail to be seen. Nor were the bedclothes scorched.”
― Evangeline Walton, Witch House

“If you seek for supreme predator, go find God.
He hunts the prime killer of mankind, the Satan.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Memory is a sly devil that pretends to wear the cloak of truth, but deceives us both in our youth and our age.”
― Harley King

“A writer reports on the universe. When he presents his credentials, the gates of heaven and hell are equally opened to him. He can hear the devil’s defense and god’s accusations. The guards at the king’s heart let him in. The writer can be anything and any one he wants. When he writes he is a god, he creates.”
― Bangambiki Habyarimana, Pearls Of Eternity

“Conviction says, 'My behavior was wrong.' Satan, on the other hand, floods our hearts with shame. Shame says, 'There is something wrong with me.”
― Dale Forehand , Let's Get Real: Bringing Authenticity and Wholeness to Your Marriage

“Who but the sports-mad [Norman] Mailer would liken the battle between God and the Devil to a game of American football? The contest, for sure, has with [sic] own laws (so that after God and the Devil 'tackle a guy, they don't kick him in the head'), but each side is not above cheating—with God breaking the rules occasionally by throwing in 'a miracle'. Strangely, Mailer doesn’t mention Jesus in this agonising analogy, but then the notion of the 'super-sub' may be an image too far even for him.”
― Christopher Hitchens

“He did not see any reason why the devil should have all the good tunes.”
― Rowland Hill

“For, he (The Devil) observed, the issue of the great battle of Good and Evil had been otherwise settled, as he would presently show him. "It wants but a few moments of night," he continued, "and over this interval of twilight, as you know, I have been given complete control. Look to the West.("The Legend of Monte Del Diablo")”
― Bret Harte

“... Faustus ... dared to confirm he had advanced beyond the level of a scarlet sinner — he was a conscious follower of the Prince of Darkness. The fact he could publicly project an Antichrist image with pride, having no fear of reprisal, and his seeming diabolical art of escaping all punishment when others who were considered heretics had burned at the stake for less, would certainly signal that an unnatural individual walked in their midst. It is true in many respects he assumed the role of the charlatan, yet how apropos, considering his willingness to follow his ‘brother-in-law’ known as the Father of Lies and deception.”
― E.A. Bucchianeri, Faust: My Soul Be Damned for the World

“Her fierce and angry soul hides amongst the beauty of her light. She's deadly and contagious as she blazes from person to person burning all that she touches. She roams without a shadow and she doesn't want to be seen. She lives in the form on humanity and it's hard to tell. It's hard to tell who is infected with her evil and who is not. Fire, it's a dangerous thing.”
― Arti Manani, Seven Sins

“Normally, the mortal would be emptied of his soul. His truest essence, which, if the bastard was lucky, would be released to be recycled by the cosmos. The ‘investor’ would then take hold, snuggling in tightly to his host body. At first it's kind of like when you purchase a new pair of shoes. How the hard leather around the opening digs into the flesh it surrounds. Then, after a short period of breaking them in, it begins to only feel uncomfortable when you move a certain way. Soon enough though, you forget that you even have them on. They eventually seem to fit as if you’ve always worn them. The truly unlucky, though, they are left inside. Paralyzed and powerless to do anything but watch their lives be lived by someone… something, else.”
― Angel Rosa

“Very well, but - who are you?' again asked Gil Gil, in whom curiosity was beginning to get the better of every other feeling.

'I told you that when I first spoke to you - I am your friend. And bear in mind that you are the only being on the face of the earth to whom I accord the title of friend. I am bound to you by remorse! I am the cause of all your misfortunes.'

'I do not know you,' replied the shoemaker.

'And yet I have entered your house many times! Through me you were left motherless at your birth; I was the cause of the apoplectic stroke that killed Juan Gil; it was I who turned you out of the palace of Rionuevo; I assassinated your old house-mate, and, finally, it was I who placed in your pocket the vial of sulfuric acid.'

Gil Gil trembled like a leaf; he felt his hair stand on end, and it seemed to him as if his contracted muscles must burst asunder.

'You are the devil!' he exclaimed, with indescribable terror.

'Child!' responded the black-robed figure in accents of amiable censure, 'what has put that idea into your head? I am something greater and better than the wretched being you have named.'

'Who are you, then?'

'Let us go into the inn and you shall learn.'

Gil hastily entered, drew the Unknown before the modest lantern that lighted the apartment, and looked at him with intense curiosity.

He was a person about thirty-three years old; tall, handsome, pale, dressed in a long black tunic and a black mantle, and his long locks were covered by a Phrygian cap, also black. He had not the slightest sign of a beard, yet he did not look like a woman. Neither did he look like a man... ("The Friend of Death")”
― Pedro Antonio de Alarcón, Ghostly By Gaslight

“Let the devil bar my way, I will come back to ye.”
― Susanna Kearsley, The Winter Sea

“Da den arvelige Synd blev forklaret for nogle, sagde de: Hvi lod GUD ikke Adam og Eva strax omkomme og skabte andre Mennesker i deres Sted, som kunde have forplantet reene Børn og Efterkommere? Videre, da dem blev sagt, at Dievelen forfører Mennesker til at overtræde GUds Bud, hvi GUd da ikke dræber eller indspærrer ham og derved befrier Menneskene fra Fristelser, som styrte dem udi evig U-lykke? Videre, naar dem siges, at de, som ikke kiende GUd og troe paa ham, blive fordømte, svare de, hvi haver da GUd tøvet saa længe med at forkynde os Troen?”
― Ludvig Holberg, Epistler

“Ye dinna ken whar frae? - I'll tell you whar frae - frae hell; sic thoughts are the cormorants that sit on the apple trees in the devil's kail-yard, and the souls o the damned are the carcasses they mak their meat o.”
― John Galt, The Entail: or, The Lairds of Grippy

“Is it not possible that those who invented the devil may have studied divinity in Persia, where the creed obtains that powers of light and darkness, Ormuzd and Ahriman, strive perpetually for mastery of the world Surely, otherwise, they would have remembered that if the devil exists, God must have created him, which in itself is blasphemy, for God can create no evil.”
― Rafael Sabatini, Bellarion

“আদমের পরিচয় সিজদা, ইবলিসের পরিচয় যুক্তি।”
― Abu Taher Misbah, বাইতুল্লাহর মুসাফির

“After a third of Heaven's angels rebel, a fearful archangel struggles to save Heaven, humanity, and his older brother from absolute ruin.”
― Mano Sotelo, The War in Heaven

“The devil can only destroy those who are already on their way to damnation”
― Geoffrey Chaucer

“The Three Idiots: Lucifer, JC, and Naskar
(Neuroskit, Sonnet 2568-2569)

The other day Lucifer called,
I got frustrated, and yelled,
"would you please stop ringing me
every time an ape blames you for something!"

"Easy for you to say,
all you do is rewire their brains,
it's I who gets blamed for it,
for every damned sonnet of yours,"
replied Sam, practically fuming!

"Let me get your brother on the line,
perhaps he could pour some sense
into that hot head of yours,"
said I, and called JC -

"would you please tell your brother,
that I'm not responsible for
people's irrational outbursts!"

"Can you blame him though,
I mean, you kinda are,"
said the Nazarene, with a grin!

"And here I thought you're my friend,"
I replied, to which he said -
"stop whining, at your age they'd already crucified me,
all they do to you so far is, make racist remarks!"

And before I could respond, my trance broke,
and on the pages was this sonnet, with a final line:
Lucifer, JC, and Naskar, it's all one, all human.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“Lucifer, JC, and Naskar, it's all one, all human.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Hazrat-e Humanity: The Uncultured Polyglot

“Je me cache à moi-même ce que j'ai été pour oublier, autant que je le puis, ce que je suis devenu.”
― Frédéric Soulié, Les mémories du diable, par Frédéric Soulié. Volume v.1 1843 [Leather Bound]

“How hypocritical we are: We run after rewards in Ramadan, then forget Allah for 11 months. We sin anyway, blame the chained devil, and end up losing everything we earned.”
― Syed Moiz