Raziel Quotes

Raziel’s sixty feet tall?” “Actually, he’s only fifty-nine feet tall, but he likes to exaggerate,” said Magnus. Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Valentine raised an angel in his cellar. I don’t see why you need all this space—” “Because Valentine is just WAY MORE AWESOME than me,

What's your job?" He looked blank. "I've forgotten..." "I'm a writer. A novelist." "Maybe that explains why you were going to hell," Raziel said in a wry voice.

Cristina looked after Emma, her hand going to the pendant at her own throat. It was silver, in the shape of a circle with a rose inside it. The rose was wrapped around with thorny briars. Words were written in Latin on the back: she didn’t need to look at them to know them. She’d known them all her life. Blessed be the Angel my strength who teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight. The rose for Rosales, the words for Raziel, the Angel who had created the Shadowhunters a thousand years ago. Cristina had always thought Emma fought for her parabatai and for revenge, while she fought for family and faith. But maybe it was all the same thing: maybe it was all love, in the end.

THE ANGEL RAZIEL Teacher? I did an independent study, does that count? Yes. You may skip this section. Enjoy your newfound sixty seconds

Forget all you know or think you know; abandon power and enforced decree. Inward, where the deepest rivers flow, find the currents of eternity. - Fin Raziel

Jordan leaned on the counter. He felt a little like a bartender in a TV show, dispensing sage advice. "What do you owe her?" "Life," Isabelle said. Jordan blinked. This was a little beyond his bartending and advice-offering skills. "She saved your life?" "She saved Jace's life. She could have had anything from the Angel Raziel, and she saved my brother. I've only ever trusted a few people in my life. Really trusted. My mother, Alec, Jace, and Max. I lost one of them already. Clary's the only reason I didn't lose another.

Lord Raziel. Surely yoy would not have allowed such a thing as a ritual by wich you might be summoned to exist if you did not intend to be summoned. We Nephilim are your children. We need your guidance

You got a plan?” Raziel said, his heart hammering his chest like it wanted to push its way out and take its chances on its own. “Don’t get eaten.” Raziel bared his teeth and laughed.

I squirmed. “What kind of angel uses words like quick fuck?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Fallen ones.

There were holes in several of the tapestries, including one that left the Angel Raziel headless. Magnus feared sacrilegious mice had been at the tapestries.

Take the Cup, Sophia Collins,"she said, and the room was breathlessly silent. The Council chamber was not full, but the row Tessa sat at the end was:Gideon and Gabriel, Cecily and Henry, and her and Will, all leaning forward eagerly, waiting for Sophie to Ascend. At each end of the dais stood a Silent Brother, their heads bent, their parchment robes looking as if they had been carved out of marble. Charlotte lowered the Cup, and held it out to Sophie, who took it carefully. "Do you swear, Sophia Collins, to forsake the mundane world and follow the path of the Shadowhunter? Will you take into yourself the blood of the Angel Raziel and honor that blood? Do you swear to serve the Clave, to follow the Law as set forth by the Covernant, and to obey the word of the Council? Will you defend that which is human and mortal, knowing that for your service there will be no recompense and no thanks but honor?"I swear,"said Sophie, her voice very steady. "Can you be a shield for the weak, a light in the dark, a truth among falsehoods, a tower in the flood, an eye to see when all others are blind?" I can." "And when you are dead, will you give up your body to the Nephilim to be burned, that your ashes may be used to build the City of Bones?" "I will." "The drink,"said Charlotte. Tessa heard Gideon draw in his breath. This was the dangerous part of the ritual. This was the part that would kill the untrained and unworthy. Sophie bent her dark head and set the Cup to her lips. Tessa sat forward, her chest tight with aprehension. She felt Will's hand slide over hers, a warm, comforting weight. Sophie's throat moved as she swallowed. The circle that surrounded her and Charlotte flared up once with a cold, blue-white light, obscuring them both. When it faded, Tessa was left blinking stars from her eyes as the light dwindled. She blinked hastily, and saw Sophie hold up the Cup. there was a glow about the Cup she held as she handed it back to Charlotte, who smiled broadly. "You are Nehilim now,"she said. "I name you Sophia Shadowhunter, of the blood of Jonathan Shadowhunter, child of the Nehilim. Arise, Sophia.

Any final requests? This is going to be quick." "Yes, actually I'd like you to change your mind." "Not about to happen.

In fact, I didn't like heights, closed-in places, places that were too open - give me a phobia and I embraced it enthusiastically.

I loved him, but he didn't want me anymore. I suffered, and he laughed at my umanity. This desire will be my end.

Go ahead, blame the victim! The villain is my favourite role to play.

Evil came from within, just as love and beauty did. Evil was the price humans paid for being alive.

The Angel Raziel was a big gift giver. The Shadowhunters continue their fight to this day, invisible protectors, shining and virtuous, the actual non-ironic definition of ‘holier than thou.’ It is incredibly annoying. They literally are holier than thou! Certainly holier than me, as I am demonspawn.

James eyed Matthew. “Thomas,” he said, in a low voice. “Maybe a healing rune?” Thomas nodded and approached Matthew cautiously, as one might approach a stray cat on the street. Some time ago James had discovered that healing runes sobered Matthew up: not entirely, but enough. “Push up your sleeve, then, there’s a good fellow,” Thomas said, seating himself on the arm of Matthew’s chair. “Let’s wake you up and James can tell us whatever mad thing he has planned.” “It seems somehow blasphemous to use Marks to rid oneself of the effects of alcohol,” Matthew added, as Thomas put his stele away. The Mark in question gleamed, new-made, on Matthew’s wrist. He looked already more clear-eyed, and less as if he were about to fall asleep or be sick. “I’ve seen you use your stele to part your hair,” said James dryly, as he began to examine the window locks. “The Angel gave me this hair,” replied Matthew. “It’s one of the Shadowhunters’ gifts. Like the Mortal Sword.” “Now that is blasphemy,” said Thomas.

Raziel! Go forth into the land and lay waste unto two good-size Wal-Marts, slay until blood doth flow from all bargains and all the buildings are but rubble — and pick up a few Snickers bars for yourself.

A warlock summoned the Angel Raziel, who mixed some of his own blood with the blood of men in a cup, and gave it to those men to drink. Those who drank the Angel’s blood became Shadowhunters, as did their children

Darling,” she said, “we’re a train wreck.” “Sweetheart,” I said, “train wrecks always make the front page.

Oh, you’re reading your secret book. Sorry,” he said. Though his face didn’t show any contrition Raziel knew he meant it. Hoeru was close to Raziel’s age and they’d been roommates for years, ever since Dominic brought the changeling in. He was probably Raziel’s closest friend. Reading the changeling could be difficult but Hoeru was always candid with his words. “Secret book?” “Is it not a secret?” “No! I just don’t like people knowing about it.” Hoeru narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. “Isn’t that what a secret is?” “No. Well… yes. Kind of. It’s complicated.” “Everything human is complicated. So what’s in your not-secret secret book?

It wasn’t that big a deal.” Raziel sat up. He stared hard at Keira until she had no choice but to meet his eyes. He could still see doubt and uncertainty there. “Stop that. If you did what you say you did, you pulled off a hell of a thing. Several hells of things. Or something like that. I’m not sure how to make that plural. The point is...” Raziel had to stop for a moment to figure out what his point was. She was looking at him with curiosity now, the self consciousness somewhat faded. “The point is thank you.” “Thank… you?” “Yeah. You got me away from Alban. You came to help Kusa. You risked your life to keep me and my friends alive. Thank you.” “You… you…” She struggled for words. “You are so weird.

And if you lose the willingness, what do you have?

Mr Dawson stopped me. "Remember, Jude," he said, "don't dream it, be it.

Where are you taking me?” Raziel asked through a mouthful of food. “Wherever I desire.” “And what do you desire, ma’am?” the boy retorted, swallowing. “That you be silent.

Eggbeast!” Raziel shouted, his voice finally coming back to him. Hoeru turned, looked at the eggbeast just a few feet away and then back to Raziel. “Yes. That is the eggbeast.” There was a moment of almost silence, the only noise being the wet sloppy sound of the eggbeast’s mouth falling open and its absurdly large tongue falling out of its mouth as it panted happily. “Oh right. I guess no one told you. Kusa convinced it to help us.” “Oh. Thanks. That’s good to know,” Raziel’s words came out stilted as he tried to get his panic and irritation with Hoeru under control. “Sure.” The eggbeast let out a chuffing sound. Hoeru turned his head towards the beast, and it mewled to him, a sound like a squeaky door made for giants. Hoeru nodded. “It also says sorry for trying to eat you.” “You… speak eggbeast?” “Well no. But we both speak squirrel.” “You know, it’s really hard to tell when you’re joking.

The legend of the origin of Shadowhunters is that they were created more than a thousand years ago, when men were being overrun by demon invasions from other worlds. A warlock summoned the Angel Raziel, who mixed some of his blood with the blood of men in a cup, and gave it to those men to drink. Those who drank the Angel's blood became Shadowhunters, as did their children and their children's children.

I’d never say that. I’m still Jewish, you know, even if I am a vampire. In my heart I remember and believe, even the words I can’t say. G—” He choked and swallowed. “He made a covenant with us, just like the Shadowhunters believe Raziel made a covenant with them. And we believe in his promises. Therefore you can never lose hope—hatikva—because if you keep hope alive, it will keep you alive.” He looked faintly embarrassed. “My rabbi used to say that.

Guilt is one of the most sickening feelings there is,” Alastair said. “Most people will do anything to avoid feeling it. I know I—” He took a deep breath. “One can either refuse to accept it, push it away and blame others, or one can take responsibility. One can bear the unbearable weight.” He sounded exhausted. “I have always wanted to bear it with you,” said Thomas quietly. “Yes,” Alastair said. His eyes were bright with cold. “Raziel knows, perhaps that is the reason I have not become like Tatiana myself. You keep me human, Tom.

You will be hated and hunted. You will become a nightmare tale told to scare small children when they refuse to sleep at night, a monster to haunt the by-roads, a living legend of terror for travellers, a scourge on your country, on your people! They shall hate you, Raziel!

condescension. 15. You have been bitten by a radioactive Shadowhunter, giving you the proportional strength and speed of a Shadowhunter.

Large bearded man on flying motorcycle appeared to take you away to Shadowhunter school. (Note: Presence of flying motorcycle suggests bearded man may be a vampire.)

When Angela wasn’t looking, I kissed Abel, and he came back to life.

I blew out the flame, and when my breath hit his face, his eyes closed. I waited for them to reopen, but they didn’t.

I have given everything for this cause. My wife. My children. I have not withheld my sons. I have given everything I have for this - everything.

Mir war nicht klar, dass es langweilig ist, alles zu haben. Wenn man nichts hat, hat man Träume.

Are warchildren so frightening? Are we not human, too?

We must all have a purpose," he said. "I go to find mine.

Everything is decided here... you cannot comprehend the magnitude, the rapture and the tragedy of this moment..." - Kain in Soul Reaver 2

The internet doesn’t have donuts,” Uriel said, furrowing his brows. “It has cookies,” Raziel said. “I’m still searching for them, but it keeps asking if I want to accept cookies. Which is a lie, because they don’t cough up the goods when I say yes. But I’ll keep looking. You can order donuts, though, and they deliver them right to you. It’s a whole thing. I love it.

An ancient gate, sealed by the powers of Light and Darkness, barred the way to the Pillars beyond. To depart this place and continue my journey, I would have to find the means to open it.

The sword pierced the general’s neck before he registered the movement. “Just a child!” His mind screamed as the blade bit deeper. “Just a child!” The blade chinked against his spine, a sound he refused to accept, a sound he had heard too often not to recognise. “Just a child!” His sight faltered, disappeared, all life vanishing in one sharp spurt of pain. “Just a child!” as Raziel damned his soul to hell.

We went to his room where he closed the door, keeping the lights off. I tried not to breathe because even that seemed too loud. When he whispered my name, I jumped and then couldn’t stop giggling. He muffled my giggles with his tongue.

He passed out in my arms. I don’t know how long we stayed like that with my hands tangled in his knotted hair like I was trying to pray. I couldn’t tell if I was sleeping; it was so dark, I thought my eyes were closed even when they were open.

He didn’t say anything, he barely even breathed. I wanted to kiss him, but I had to laugh. He was a sophomore, and all he really cared about was his guitar. He took a bong hoot every half-hour. I think he might’ve been in love with me, but I didn’t love him back.

Even so, it was difficult to quantify what he was feeling. Or maybe hearing. Touching? Raziel finally settled on sensing, but none of the words he could put to the sensation felt right. It was a presence, that much he was sure of. He’d felt that type of thing from his grandfather when they practiced magic together and faintly from people further away. But this was different. Slower. His grandfather had, at the time, seemed to be something solid and unmovable as a cliff face, but compared with this, he was just a leaf in late fall, holding its shape but crumbling at the lightest touch. It was, of course, the tree at his back that Raziel was sensing. Being struck by its awesome and awful enormity, the realization came to Raziel slowly. And, as he put a name to the presence in his mind, something changed. The smallest of ants, marching across unfamiliar terrain, looking up and seeing the great eye of the human whose arm was the continent on which it walked, might have felt something similar to what Raziel felt as the tree took notice of him.

All of the combat was stirring up the magic. It filled the air like steam. But that wasn’t all. There was magic in the trampled grass of the courtyard, in trees surrounding the fort like sentinels, and in the moon and starlight streaming down from the sky. It was all swirling down into the courtyard and down into the earth. There was more magic available than Raziel could have possibly taken in. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. Raziel drew in everything he could, pulling magic from every direction. It was like trying to continuously inhale without exhaling. He burst into sweat as his whole body began to burn with the effort of containing the magic. The air around him was swirling, turbulent and constantly shifting directions. Soon it felt like his veins were filled with liquid fire and thunder pounded in his head. When he couldn’t take anymore, he began to force the energy up his shoulder and down his arm into his right hand. Everywhere the magic left felt like it was freezing, but his arm felt like it was being dipped in molten metal. Raziel opened his eyes to find his hand engulfed in a blazing ball of blue light. Hoeru was transfixed by it. There were a few gremlin bodies on the ground nearby, but they weren’t attacking anymore. They were running from the light Raziel held.

Raziel. Secret of God.

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Achieving absolute certainty can become your superpower. Once achieved, there is nothing that can stop you from obtaining your goals. You would never experience doubt if you knew for certain that everything would work out in the end. Simply knowing that your brilliant ideas come directly from the Light of the Creator should give you all the certainty you need.

Amado Raziel invoco tu presencia en mi relación con (dices el nombre de la persona), para que con tu amor destruyas todo mal y nos eleves a encontrar la armonía en nuestra unión. Agradezco tu bondad y ahora tengo la seguridad que bajo tu amparo nuestro amor perdurará. Amén

Enough of these games. Raziel rose in a quick motion; he gripped her head in his hands and kissed her harshly, shoving her up against the wall. Open to me, he thought. Her arms twined around his neck as she responded. Using the connection their past history gave them, he delved deep, deeper into her mind, probing her roughly. He could feel her slight tremor as she allowed him in, opening up layer after layer to him, until there were no more to be explored. Finally

Do give up when ever will say never.

Viele Leute haben Angst davor zu sagen, was sie wollen", erklärte ich. "Und darum werden sie es auch nie bekommen.

Auf dem allerersten Foto, das von mir geschossen wurde, liege ich auf der Säuglingsstation, eingewickelt in eine gelbe Decke. Nicht blau, wie all die anderen Jungen, und auch nicht rosa wie die Mädchen. Es war eine gelbe Decke, und ich habe sie mein Leben lang aufgehoben. Ich schlief jede Nacht damit. Selbst als es mir peinlich wurde, weil ich zu alt dafür war, liebte ich diese Decke. Aber ich habe eben immer Sachen geliebt, die meine Liebe nicht erwiderten. Ich habe mich immer gefragt, ob die Leute, die mich und meine gelbe Decke zwischen den anderen Babys sahen, mich für einen Jungen oder ein Mädchen hielten. Ob es überhaupt eine Rolle spielte. Ob ich an meinem ersten Tag auf dieser Erde vielleicht keins von beidem war. Ich war einfach nur schön.

In the name of the Clave,” he said, “I ask entry to this holy place. In the name of the Battle That Never Ends, I ask the use of your weapons. And in the name of the Angel Raziel, I ask your blessings on my mission against the darkness.

That sword of yours tells you only lies. All it wants is death, it doesn’t matter whose! Yours would suit it just fine, it would probably relish it all the more. It’s a monster, Raziel.” “And you? You’re a damned monster yourself!

Without hesitation, Raziel spun around and sprinted into the forest, multiple bolts zipping past. In the safety of the trees, he took a deep breath, wiped the blood from his eyes, then moved parallel to the road. The soldiers approached the trees, wary. After a moment’s hesitation, they entered the forest. None ever came out.

The men started to attack each other, blades flashing, armour clashing, voices raging. Raziel watched in shocked silence as blood flew darkly against the harsh red of the fire’s light. Screams and wails held the high ground in the battle of sound as friends and comrades attacked each other viciously. Victims screamed, and their attackers screamed just as fearfully. Horror and terror rode through the ranks, invisible beasts striking deep into every man’s heart.

I could kill you,” she said quietly. “Kill you and leave you here with your own sword driven through your disgusting heart. Or maybe cut your head free and throw it to the wolves. Or leave you to burn alive.” Raziel flinched at the coldness of her voice. “You deserve no pity . . . no forgiveness. Death would be a mercy to you; I can see that in your eyes. I’ve tasted your fear, your terror, your cry for help.

Stop it!” he sobbed. “Leave me be!” The girl laughed, tossing her dark hair and clasping her hands together. “Oh, Raziel,” she whispered. “This has only just begun.

Raziel smiled and leaped forward, a clear childlike laugh filling the air. The soldier wasn’t quick enough, drawing his sword even as Raziel cut his legs out from beneath him.

Alicia watched in horror as the blood flew through the air, Raziel whipping like an eel around the soldiers. She could sense his emotions even without seeing his eyes. His hatred and anger were strong. She could feel it like a wind, buffeting at her mind. At the same time, it was like a wild tune, fast-paced, loud, drowning out all else. It was more powerful than the fear of all the soldiers combined, and she sank to the ground as her own emotions woke and intensified into a drunken clamour.

Raziel gripped the beast’s razor-sharp beak in one hand, slamming it to the earth and stepping on its throat, returning to the beasts above as he crushed it underneath his boot. Burning black ichor splashed across his face, but the stinging pain only made him fight harder. He roared and slashed out again and again, claws and feathers flicking about his face in a vile whirlwind.

Why did it have to be us?" Raziel said. "It is always us," Alicia replied after a moment. "Every hardship is borne by us. If it wasn't you and I, it would be someone else, but it would still be us. Humanity, cursed with the burden of suffering, blessed with the very same. That is life, and we will always bear that burden, us humans. It will be heavier at times, more manageable at others, but it always falls to us to bear it.

Raziel couldn’t answer. He was focused on obeying. That was all that mattered. Maybe he had fallen into the abyss—he wasn’t sure. It didn’t matter. He had come full circle. The need to kill was back.

Do you swear to forsake the mundane world and follow the path of the Shadowhunter? Will you take into yourself the blood of the Angel Raziel and honor that blood? Do you swear to serve the Clave, to follow the Law as set forth by the Covenant, and to obey the word of the Council? Will you defend that which is human and mortal, knowing that for your service there will be no recompense and no thanks but honor? Can you be a shield for the weak, a light in the dark, a truth among falsehoods, a tower in the flood, an eye to see when all others are blind? And when you are dead, will you give up your body to the Nephilim to be burned, that your ashes may be used to build the City of Bones?

Listen to my soul," Raziel thought, "Because you deserve this darkness.

I have no money, not even the wooden disks they use for trade in Arasha. And my pack held the only items of any worth." "That is why," Velran said, "You must invest in security." "Do you realise that I understand less than half of what comes out of your mouth?" Raziel scowled at his companion, poking at the fire with unnecessary vehemence.

If there was such a thing as terminal literalism, you’d have died in childhood,” said Jace, brushing dust off the windowsill and eyeing it as if considering whether it was clean enough to sit on. “Gray is short for ‘Gramarye.’ It means ‘magic, hidden wisdom.’ In it is copied every rune the Angel Raziel wrote in the original Book of the Covenant. There aren’t many copies because each one has to be specially made. Some of the runes are so powerful they’d burn through regular pages.