Devil Kisses Quotes

When a coin is minted, the devil kisses it. ~ Nadeem Aslam

When God blesses you, don't let no devil in hell move you out of your place of blessing! ~ T.D. Jakes

Now a door slams. The kids have rushed out for the last play, the mothers are planning and slamming in kitchens, you can hear it out in swish leaf orchards, on popcorn swings, in the million-foliaged sweet wafted night of sighs, songs, shushes. A thousand things up and down the street, deep, lovely, dangerous, aureating, breathing, throbbing like stars; a whistle, a faint yell; the flow of lowell over rooftops beyond; the bark on the river, the wild goose of the night yakking, ducking in the sand and sparkle; the ululating lap and purl and lovely mystery on the shore, dark, always dark the river's cunning unseen lips murmuring kisses, eating night, stealing sand, sneaky. ~ Jack Kerouac

Ava,' he says quietly, but I've no doubt the whole room can hear him. The silence is screaming. 'My
beautiful girl.' He smiles mildly. 'All mine.' Leaning up, he kisses me sweetly. 'I don't need to stand
up and declare to everyone here how much I love you. I'm not interested in satisfying anyone of that.
Except you.'
A lump is forming in my throat, and he's only just started.
He sighs. 'You've taken me completely, baby. You've swallowed me up and drowned me in your
beauty and spirit. You know I can't function without you. You've made my life as beautiful as you
are. You've made me want to live a worthy existence - a life with you. All I need is you - to look at
you; to listen to you; to feel you.' He drops my hands and smoothes his palms over my thighs. 'To
love you.'
I'm ruined. My mum's ruined. Everyone in the room is ruined. My teeth are clamped on my bottom lip
to prevent a sob escaping, I'm choking on the lump in my throat and my eyes are welling with tears as
I look down at Jesse's handsome face.
'I need you to let me do all of those things, Ava. I need you to let me look after you forever.'
I hear my mum's quiet sob, and I can't help mine. Not now. He used to cripple me with just his touch.
Now he cripples me with his touch and his words. I'm destined for a life of devastating pleasure,
melting tenderness, and heart stopping emotion. He's going to incapacitate me at every turn.
'I know ~ Jodi Ellen Malpas

And therefore ought each of us to give heed concerning trials and temptations, and watch unto prayer, lest the devil find occasion to deceive; for he never sleepeth, but goeth about seeking whom he may devour. ~ Thomas A Kempis

I mean, the more a man was in the Devil's power, the less he would be aware of it, on the principle that a man is still fairly sober as long as he knows he's drunk. ~ C.S. Lewis

We need to remember not to give the devil a chance and fall away from God's grace ~ Sunday Adelaja

Only brooms
Know the devil
Still exists,
That the snow grows whiter
After a crow has flown over it ~ Charles Simic

If one asks whether the devil is a person, then one must in an altogether correct way answer that he is the Un-Person, the disintegration and corruption of what it means to be a person. And so it is particular to him that he moves about without a face and that his inability to be recognized is his actual strength. ~ Louis J. Camelli

Christ is the Divine answer to the Devil's overthrow of our first parents. ~ Arthur W. Pink

The chief end of man is to glorify God and enjoy Him forever ~ Westminster Shorter Catechism

When I first heard about Twittering, I thought it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever heard of in my life. It's like the devil: the idea that your personal life is there for everybody. ~ Flea

But there's a price."
"Oh?" She knew what it would be, felt her whole body come alive in anticipation.
"Yes," he said. "Exactly that."
She forgot everything when he drew her into his arms, everything but the wonder and the magic of his touch, the intoxication of his kisses, the sting of his fangs that should have been painful but filled her with sensual pleasure.
She wrapped her arms around his neck when he carried her to her bed, her hands clumsy in their haste as she undressed him. He was so beautiful, his body perfectly formed, his belly ridged with muscle, his limbs long and lean. He watched over her, his eyes hot, as she removed her own clothing, then covered his body with hers.
They fit together well, she thought, her body somehow molding to his. She ran her hands over him, loving the play of emotions on his face as her hands caressed him.
He gave her free rein until, with a growl of impatience, he tucked her beneath him.
She felt the sweet sting of his fangs at her throat as he possessed her with a fierceness he had never shown before.
"Mine." His voice whispered in her ear, echoed off the walls. "Mine! ~ Amanda Ashley

Peter lifted his head. Hook's hair was tangled around his face like a lion's mane and his eyes were painfully clear, all teasing and mirth gone from his mouth.
He took Peter's chin in his hand, his fingers calloused but gentle, and kissed him.
Everything in the world grew quiet and Peter's body grew loud. The caress of Hook's fingertips under his chin made his pulse catch, his throat flushing, shoulders tightening. He could only seem to breathe in, breathe Hook in deeper. Hook's lips were dry, and he tasted like salt and sweet wine. He smelled like gunpowder and the sea and he was everywhere, shifting closer across the leaves, his other arm snaking around Peter's waist, the iron claw pressed flat between his shoulder blades.
Peter dug his fingers into fistfuls of earth, trying to ground himself as Hook pulled them together, tipping Peter's head back with the gentle thrust of his kiss, a momentum that threatened to tilt them both to the ground. Peter was impossibly hot, hot to his fingertips and toes and his skin was crawling with the need to be touched, the shock of that need.
Sweat caught at the back of his shirt. His skin was stark canvas begging for ink, and Hook's touch was going to stain him forever. It was too much, too sudden. Peter recoiled, yanking a knife from his boot and holding it between them. He didn't mean it as a threat, just a way to make distance where none had been. ~ Austin Chant

I'll give you everything, Zel. Everything that I am." He kissed my jaw, my temple, my cheek. He worshipped me in kisses. "Please. Don't make me beg. I can't do this. I can't be apart from you. I can't. I need you so fucking much. ~ Pepper Winters

Ever since our first fathers by infection took this morbum sathanicum, this devilish disease, pride, of the devil, such tinder is our nature, that every little spark sets us on fire; our nature hath grown so light, that every little thing puffeth us up, and sets us aloft in our altitudes presently. ~ Lancelot Andrewes

He played the part of the devil too successfully. But he was not the devil. Au fond, he was a stupid man. And so - he died."
"Because he was stupid?"
"It is the sin that is never forgiven and always punished, madame. ~ Agatha Christie

So let me ask you something. If you believe in the Devil, or 'Satan' as you call him, how do you think he goes about wreaking all this havoc?"
"Just like God goes about doing his thing, with help from all us pitiful souls." When she gave him an odd look, he elaborated by saying, "God has angels, disciples and so forth. Satan has demons, cultists and whatnot. ~ Gina Salamon

People hide in the dark. They quench their thirsts in the dark. They build their secrets in the dark. We're more ourselves here than anywhere else. I get to be me..." he swallowed, staring at me, "when nightfall is coming. ~ Penelope Douglas

No one has ever conquered this game. One week out there and you are God, next time you are the devil. But it does keep you coming back. ~ Juli Inkster

But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect. 1 Peter 3:15 When you're challenged or asked about your faith, you shouldn't respond arrogantly. You shouldn't be defiant or forceful, as if you were tearing trees out of the ground. Rather, you should respond with fear and humility, as if you were standing before God and answering him. If you were summoned before kings and princes and had prepared yourself well in advance with Scripture, you might think, "Just wait; I'll answer correctly." But the devil will grab the sword out of your hands and give you a shove. You will be disgraced and find out you put your armor on in vain. He can even take your best verses from your hands so that you can't use them, even though you have them memorized. God allows this to happen to subdue your arrogance and make you humble. ~ Martin Luther

Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding ~ Saul Williams

Just this once,' he says almost more to himself than to me. 'Just one moment.'
Then he leans down and kisses me. ~ Susan Ee

Plenty of people out there think of me as the Antichrist or the devil incarnate because I do not affirm the literal patterns of the Bible. But the fact is I can no more abandon the literal patterns than I could fly to the moon. I just go beyond them. ~ John Shelby Spong

Never greet a devil till you meet one or cross a bridge before you've reached it. Ten times out of nine, thing aren't as bad as we fear them to be. ~ Jeff Wheeler

I am forever astonished at the longevity of childhood. How it never ends. How we are what we were. How turtles and engines and stolen kisses leave their jet trail across our gaping lives. ~ Tim O'Brien

The den of the Devil is no place for the innocent. ~ Darby Briar

Do you really know the living Jesus - not from books but from being with Him in your heart? Have you heard the loving words He speaks to you? ... The devil may try to use the hurts of life, and sometimes our own mistakes - to make you feel it is impossible that Jesus really loves you, is really cleaving to you. This is a danger for all of us. And so sad, because it is completely the opposite of what Jesus is really wanting, waiting to tell you. Not only that He loves you, but even more - He longs for you. ~ Mother Teresa

Those stolen kisses and conversations were sweeter than any he had ever imagined, perhaps because he had waited for them and had never broken his vows. ~ Melanie Dickerson

I need your kisses to make the memories disappear. ~ Jasinda Wilder

Save your kisses for the world, little one.
- Magnus to Lestat before going into the fire. ~ Anne Rice

I like you, Jase Ballenger," I said softly. "I think if you weren't a thief, we might be friends."
"And if you didn't whisk out knives and threaten to cut pretty necks, I think we might be friends too."
I wrinkled my nose. "Oh, how obsessed you are with your pretty neck."
His hands tightened on my wrists. He pulled me close, his teeth nipping at my neck and between kisses, he whispered, "It is not my neck I am obsessed with, Kazi of Brightmist. ~ Mary E. Pearson

The devil makes a great deal of the religion we see ... ~ Elizabeth Charles

A condition which of declension would indicate a devil, may of growth indicate a saint. ~ George MacDonald

On the good ship Lollipop Its a sweet trip To the candy shop Where bon-bon's play, On the sunny beach Of peppermint bay Lemonade stands, Everywhere Crackerjack bands, Fill the air, And there you are, Happy landings on a chocolate bar. See the sugar bowl Do a tootsie roll In a big bad devils food cake, If you eat too much, Oh, oh, You'll awake, With a tummy ache. ~ Shirley Temple

'Adult life is a series of compromises, Adrien.'
'Yeah, only you're negotiating with the Devil.'
Still not looking at me, he growled, 'Oh, go to hell.'
I raised my water in a toast. 'Sure. I'll follow the trail of bread crumbs you're scattering.' ~ Josh Lanyon

Deal with the Devil if the Devil has a constituency - and don't complain about the heat. ~ C.J. Cherryh

I think I might be ready to go upstairs," she said. Suddenly it was too hard to be in his presence, too painful to know that he would belong to someone else.
His lips quirked into a boyish smile. "Are you saying I might finally crawl out from under this table?"
"Oh, goodness!" She clapped one of her hands to her cheek in a sheepish expression. "I'm so sorry. I stopped noticing where we were sitting ages ago, I'm afraid. What a ninny you must think me."
He shook his head, still smiling. "Never a ninny, Kate. Even when I thought you the most insufferable female creature on the planet, I had no doubts about your intelligence."
Kate, who had been in the process of scooting out from under the table, paused. "I just don't know if I should feel complimented or insulted by that statement."
"Probably both," he admitted, "but for friendship's sake, let's decide upon complimented."
She turned to look at him, aware that she presented an awkward picture on her hands and knees, but the moment seemed too important to delay. "Then we are friends?" she whispered.
He nodded as he stood. "Hard to believe, but I think we are."
Kate smiled as she took his helping hand and rose to her feet. "I'm glad. You're - you're really not the devil I'd originally thought you."
One of his brows lifted, and his face suddenly took on a very wicked expression.
"Well, maybe you are," she amended, thinking he probably was every bit the rake and rogue tha ~ Julia Quinn

The tone of his remarks filled me with a burning desire to kick Mr. Horridge; but that being impracticable, I should certainly, if left to myself, have told him to go to the devil and forthwith walked out of the house. ~ R. Austin Freeman

For he had never heard anything like it
did not know such music existed in the world
and it was hard to believe that a man he knew could play it with his own two hands. There were parts of it like birdsong, and parts like rolling thunder and hard rain, and parts that glittered like fresh snow when the sun comes out and it's so cold the air takes your breath away. And parts were like a dust devil spinning past, or a cyclone on the horizon, and all of it cried out for words that he had only read in books and had never said aloud. ~ Mary Doria Russell