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Eve: She told me last! Shane: Boyfriend! Michael: Landlord! Eve: Crap. Right. Next time you sell your soul to the devil, I get first contact!
Rachel Caine (Midnight Alley (The Morganville Vampires, #3))
He'd told her that the phrase deal with the Devil came from him; Ellie felt like she was on the verge of selling her soul.
Kresley Cole (Lothaire (Immortals After Dark, #11))
Doesn't everyone sell his soul? I tell you, sir: the devil does not exist, there is no devil, yet I sold him my soul. That is what I am afraid of. To whom did I sell it? That is what I am afraid of, my dear sir: we sell our souls, only there is no buyer.
João Guimarães Rosa (Grande Sertão: Veredas)
I went there anyway-knowingly, willingly-because I wanted a number one hit. I wanted what Metallica had, even if it meant selling a piece of my soul to the devil.
Dave Mustaine (Mustaine: A Heavy Metal Memoir)
But who will be proved right? It will only be known later. Meanwhile he is bound to act on credit and sell his soul to the devil, in the hope of history's absolution.
Arthur Koestler (Darkness at Noon)
I will do anything that woman asks. I'd sell my soul to the devil himself if Allie told me to do it.
Elle Kennedy (The Score (Off-Campus, #3))
Her smile… My God, I’d sell my soul to the devil himself just to keep that smile on her face for all time.
Helen Hardt (Craving (Steel Brothers Saga, #1))
Our life together is at stake. Did I really think I could just walk away from her? I would sell my soul to the devil to be holding her right now. To hold her forever.
Tessa Bailey (My Killer Vacation)
[...] There are tales among us that you have sold yourself to the devil, and I know not what.' 'We all have, have we not?' returned the stranger, looking up. 'If we were fewer in number, perhaps he would give better wages.
Charles Dickens (Barnaby Rudge)
I didn’t sell my soul to the devil or dance with her on a clear night. I ran up to the devil and I stole the mask she wore and I’ve worn it comfortably for quite some time.
Sarah Noffke (Ren: The Man Behind the Monster)
Kuroi Sabato! I shall kill you! I shall kill you if I have to sell my very soul to the Devil!
Hiroaki Samura (Blade of the Immortal, Volume 1: Blood of a Thousand)
I wondered if this was how it felt to sell your soul to the devil. I bet there were awesome cookies in hell, too.
Lisa Brown Roberts (Playing the Player)
Hey, Sethy! If I could bottle and sell the way I'm feeling right now, I think I'd make enough money to buy Kurt Cobain's soul back from the devil” -Kaye
Magic School Dropout (Easy "A" (Ballistic Incantations, #1))
he sells the souls in his keeping to the devil.
Mario Puzo (The Sicilian (The Godfather, #2))
The most dangerous people in the world are not the tiny minority instigating evil acts, but those who do the acts for them – for a paycheck. To act without a conscience, but for a paycheck, makes anyone a dangerous animal. The devil would be powerless if he couldn’t entice people to do his work. So as long as money continues to seduce the hungry, the hopeless, the broken, the greedy, and the needy, there will always be war between people.
Suzy Kassem (Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem)
Riley, you're the Devil, and I'd gladly sell you my soul, if you didn't already own it..." - Luc Wade
Bec McMaster (Nobody's Hero (Burned Lands, #1))
If she’s having tea with the devil right now, I wouldn’t be surprised.” “Selling her soul to him?” “Nah. If anything, he’s trying to buy his back from her.
Tiffany Reisz (The Priest (The Original Sinners, #9))
If this incomplete ayaan hirsi wants fame sooo much then she shouldn't use religion as a base to be known. Some people justify their in justifications by selling their souls to the devil, ayaan I'm sure u have taken the time to read the bible. Do tell me it's stance on woman comparing to men...
Ayaan Hirsi Ali
It was your covenant with the devil to exchange your soul for money and fame, so i won't be sorry for your damn f***ing soul, and the devil gat no time to refund what you had already sell, demons don't understand the meaning of sympathy, you should know that already, so, go make some dollar bill in hell, and come back and give me some.
Michael Bassey Johnson
Real love is not the pretty stuff of the jongleurs. It is a feeling inside that you are one with this man, no matter what he is. Were Travers to sell his soul to the Devil, I would still love him and mayhaps I would bargain for a good price myself.
Jude Deveraux (The Black Lyon (Montgomery/Taggert, #1))
Satan seemed to wink at her. She supposed he would know her soul. She couldn’t remember selling it, least she wasn’t rich, but perhaps it wasn’t worth much.
Ursley Kempe (Witches Monstrous)
Devil does not buy our empty soul. He waits for us to selling off that. (Diable n'achète notre âme vide. - Il attend qu'on la solde.)
Charles de Leusse
To become a Satanist, it is unnecessary to sell your soul to the Devil, or make a pact with Satan. This threat was devised by Christianity to terrorize people so they would not stray from the fold.
Anton Szandor LaVey (The Satanic Bible)
Every man has a soul, but will every man’s clone have a soul? No, because me and some scientists will have sucked them out in the lab. Why sell your soul to the devil, when you can sell your clone’s soul?
Jarod Kintz (A Zebra is the Piano of the Animal Kingdom)
She was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when she decided to summon the devil and sell her soul for fame. As you do. Hell, we’ve all been there… Of course, things didn’t go according to plan. Never have, never will…
G.H. Finn (How to Trick the Devil)
I've heard many say "I'll sell my soul to the Devil" in hopes of gaining money, power or fame. Why do they think that they have that much worth over any other person? And the Devil if there is one wouldn't simply wait for them to condemn themselves on their own
Stanley Victor Paskavich
What the hell, Kirotu? How did you drink that shit without making a puking? I’d sell my late grandmother’s soul to the Devil if it takes back the last thirty seconds of my life!” Bee continues, sliding the empty glass across the table towards him. “I’m a warrior,” he shrugs, his face still blank except for the tiniest twitch on the corner of his mouth. Asshole.
Marian Erway (The Raging Tempest (Between Realms, #2))
Seneca had made the bargain that many good men have made when agreeing to aid bad regimes. On the one hand, their presence strengthens the regime and helps it endure. But their moral influence may also improve the regime's behavior or save the lives of its enemies. For many, this has been a bargain worth making, even if it has cost them—as it may have cost Seneca—their immortal soul.
James Romm (Dying Every Day: Seneca at the Court of Nero)
It is an interesting concept, is it not- the idea of never aging? Would it appeal to you, to be rich, beautiful, and eternally young?" "I think everyone has a desire for perennial youth," I admitted, "but in the end, this is a Faustian, cautionary tale, about vanity and frivolity, and the dangers of trying to interfere with the basic laws of life and death. When I really think about it, I would not wish to be young for ever." "No? And why not?" "Because I would be obliged to watch everyone I loved grow old and die." "What if that were not the case? What if there was one person whom you loved deeply, with whom you could live on for ever, under the same terms?" I hesitated, then said: "Perhaps then it would prove agreeable, as long it did not involve selling my soul to the Devil.
Syrie James (Dracula, My Love: The Secret Journals of Mina Harker)
The man who wields the blood-clotted cowskin during the week fills the pulpit on Sunday, and claims to be a minister of the meek and lowly Jesus. The man who robs me of my earnings at the end of each week meets me as a class- leader on Sunday morning, to show me the way of life, and the path of salvation. He who sells my sister, for purposes of prostitution, stands forth as the pious advocate of purity. He who proclaims it a religious duty to read the Bible denies me the right of learning to read the name of the God who made me. He who is the religious advocate of marriage robs whole millions of its sacred influence, and leaves them to the ravages of wholesale pollution. The warm defender of the sacredness of the family relation is the same that scatters whole families,— sundering husbands and wives, parents and children, sisters and brothers,—leaving the hut vacant, and the hearth desolate. We see the thief preaching against theft, and the adulterer against adultery. We have men sold to build churches, women sold to support the gospel, and babes sold to purchase Bibles for the poor heathen! all for the glory of God and the good of souls! The slave auctioneer’s bell and the church-going bell chime in with each other, and the bitter cries of the heart-broken slave are drowned in the religious shouts of his pious master. Revivals of religion and revivals in the slave-trade go hand in hand together. The slave prison and the church stand near each other. The clanking of fetters and the rattling of chains in the prison, and the pious psalm and solemn prayer in the church, may be heard at the same time. The dealers in the bodies and souls of men erect their stand in the presence of the pulpit, and they mutually help each other. The dealer gives his blood-stained gold to support the pulpit, and the pulpit, in return, covers his infernal business with the garb of Christianity. Here we have religion and robbery the allies of each other—devils dressed in angels’ robes, and hell presenting the semblance of paradise.
Frederick Douglass (Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass)
For, by this Sin, God loses the Church and the souls that He bought with His precious blood, when Churches are given to those who are not worthy. Into these Churches are put thieves who steal souls from Jesus Christ and destroy His patrimony. By reason of such unworthy Priests and Curates do ignorant men lose all reverence for the sacraments of Holy Church, and such usurpers of Churches put out of the Church the children of Christ and put into the Church the Devil’s own sons. They sell the souls of the lambs they are sworn to save to the wolf that will slay them. And, therefore, these disreputable Priests should never have any part of the pasture of lambs, which is the bliss of Heaven.
Geoffrey Chaucer (The Canterbury Tales)
Scrooge has some interesting literary ancestors. Pact-makers with the Devil didn’t start out as misers, quite the reverse. Christopher Marlowe’s late-sixteenth-century Doctor Faustus sells his body and soul to Mephistopheles with a loan document signed in blood, collection due in twenty-four years, but he doesn’t do it cheaply. He has a magnificent wish list, which contains just about everything you can read about today in luxury magazines for gentlemen. Faust wants to travel; he wants to be very, very rich; he wants knowledge; he wants power; he wants to get back at his enemies; and he wants sex with a facsimile of Helen of Troy. Helen of Troy isn’t called that in the luxury men’s magazines, she has other names, but it’s the same sort of thing: a woman so beautiful she doesn’t exist, or, worse, may be a demon in disguise. Very hot though, as they say.
Margaret Atwood (Payback: Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth)
Kandiaronk: I have spent six years reflecting on the state of European society and I still can’t think of a single way they act that’s not inhuman, and I genuinely think this can only be the case, as long as you stick to your distinctions of ‘mine’ and ‘thine’. I affirm that what you call money is the devil of devils; the tyrant of the French, the source of all evils; the bane of souls and slaughterhouse of the living. To imagine one can live in the country of money and preserve one’s soul is like imagining one could preserve one’s life at the bottom of a lake. Money is the father of luxury, lasciviousness, intrigues, trickery, lies, betrayal, insincerity, – of all the world’s worst behaviour. Fathers sell their children, husbands their wives, wives betray their husbands, brothers kill each other, friends are false, and all because of money. In the light of all this, tell me that we Wendat are not right in refusing to touch, or so much as to look at silver?
David Graeber (The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity)
that rotten feeling of antlike industry. There is really no need to belabor the point, since it is obvious to most of us these days that mathematics has taken possession, like a demon, of every aspect of our lives. Most of us may not believe in the story of a Devil to whom one can sell one’s soul, but those who must know something about the soul (considering that as clergymen, historians, and artists they draw a good income from it) all testify that the soul has been destroyed by mathematics and that mathematics is the source of an evil intelligence that while making man the lord of the earth has also made him the slave of his machines. The inner drought, the dreadful blend of acuity in matters of detail and indifference toward the whole, man’s monstrous abandonment in a desert of details, his restlessness, malice, unsurpassed callousness, money-grubbing, coldness, and violence, all so characteristic of our times, are by these accounts solely the consequence of damage done to the soul by keen logical thinking! Even back when Ulrich first turned to mathematics there were already those who predicted the collapse of European civilization because no human faith, no love, no simplicity, no goodness, dwelt any longer in man.
Robert Musil (The Man Without Qualities)
Little Nicky heads to the Badlands to see the show for himself. The Western Roads are outside his remit as a U.S. Treasury agent, but he knows the men he wants are its denizens. Standing on the corner of the Great Western and Edinburgh Roads, a sideshow, a carnival of the doped, the beaten, and the crazed. He walks round to the Avenue Haig strip and encounters the playground of Shanghai’s crackpots, cranks, gondoos, and lunatics. He’s accosted constantly: casino touts, hustling pimps, dope dealers; monkeys on chains, dancing dogs, kids turning tumbles, Chinese ‘look see’ boys offering to watch your car. Their numbers rise as the Japs turn the screws on Shanghai ever tighter. Half-crazy American missionaries try to sell him Bibles printed on rice paper—saving souls in the Badlands is one tough beat. The Chinese hawkers do no better with their porno cards of naked dyed blondes, Disney characters in lewd poses, and bare-arsed Chinese girls, all underage. Barkers for the strip shows and porno flicks up the alleyways guarantee genuine French celluloid of the filthiest kind. Beggars abound, near the dealers and bootleggers in the shadows, selling fake heroin pills and bootleg samogon Russian vodka, distilled in alleyways, that just might leave you blind. Off the Avenue Haig, Nicky, making sure of his gun in its shoulder holster, ventures up the side streets and narrow laneways that buzz with the purveyors of cure-all tonics, hawkers of appetite suppressants, male pick-me-ups promising endless virility. Everything is for sale—back-street abortions and unwanted baby girls alongside corn and callus removers, street barbers, and earwax pickers. The stalls of the letter writers for the illiterate are next to the sellers of pills to cure opium addiction. He sees desperate refugees offered spurious Nansen passports, dubious visas for neutral Macao, well-forged letters of transit for Brazil. He could have his fortune told twenty times over (gypsy tarot cards or Chinese bone chuckers? Your choice). He could eat his fill—grilled meat and rice stalls—or he could start a whole new life: end-of-the-worlders and Korean propagandists offer cheap land in Mongolia and Manchukuo.
Paul French (City of Devils: The Two Men Who Ruled the Underworld of Old Shanghai)
the time has come and so have I,I'll laugh cause you come to die.The damage done the pain subsides and I see the fear clean when I look in your eyes. I never kneel and I'll never rest you can tear the heart from my chest. I'll make you see what I do best,I'll succeed as you breathe your very last breath. Now I know how the angel fell,I know the late and I know it too well. I'll make you wish you had a soul to sell, when I strike you down and send you straight to hell.my army comes from deep within beneath my soul,beneath my skin as you're ending I'm about to begin. I will never give in!!! I'll tell you now I'm the one to survive you never break my faith or my stride. I'll have you choke on your own demise, I make the angel scream and the devil cry.
Abir Berrahal
You’re so hungry for success, more. I can almost feel the crossroads looming... Do you know there’s a legend that certain musicians sold their souls to the devil for their skill? Johnson. Paganini.” Luiz laughed at the shift of Michael’s hips, the grind of Michael’s cock into his hand, released him to add, “And certain metal bands for money and fame.
Jae T. Jaggart (Angel Angel, Burning Bright (A Seven Deadly Sins Story, #2))
His soul leaped with joy to see about each neck four or five scapularies and around each waist a knotted girdle, and to behold the procession of corpses and ghosts in guingón habits. The senior sacristan made a small fortune selling—or giving away as alms, we should say—all things necessary for the salvation of the soul and the warfare against the devil, as it is well known that this spirit, which formerly had the temerity to contradict God himself face to face and to doubt His words, as is related in the holy book of Job, who carried our Lord Christ through the air as afterwards in the Dark Ages he carried the ghosts, and continues, according to report, to carry the asuang of the Philippines, now seems to have become so shamefaced that he cannot endure the sight of a piece of painted cloth and that he fears the knots on a cord.
José Rizal (Noli Me Tángere (Touch Me Not) (Noli Me Tángere, #1))
Robert Johnson invented the blues, at midnight, at a crossroads, after selling his soul to the devil. Dorothy Parker invented amusing women, at 2 p.m., in New York’s best cocktail bar, after tipping a busboy 50 cents for a martini. It’s hard not to draw conclusions as to which is the brighter sex.
Caitlin Moran (How To Be A Woman)
sell my soul to the devil
Caitlyn Duffy (The Believer's Daughter (Treadwell Academy, #2))
Looking over world literature, it is almost impossible to find a single sympathetic representation of a moneylender- or anyway, a professional moneylender, which means by definition one who charges interest. I'm not sure there is another profession (executioners?) with such a consistently bad image. It's especially remarkable when one considers that unlike executioners, usurers often rank among the richest and most powerful people in their communities. Yet the very name, "usurer," evokes images of loan sharks, blood money, pounds of flesh, the selling of souls, and behind them all, the Devil, often represented as himself a kind of usurer, an evil accountant with his books and ledgers.
David Graeber (Debt: The First 5,000 Years)
I’m the flame and smoke My soul’s about to ash My heart stone cold Blacker than coal Thick as a gash I put the blame behold On the one who asks Sell your soul for buckets of dough C-notes and cash I failed to feel the touch Of an honest hand — My skin it grows old embezzled with gold Trembling sand So I ask myself — Do I make a stand with the one,
who guarantees a path to the promised land?
Soroosh Shahrivar (Letter 19)
Not many people sell their souls to the devil, but many of us sell our souls to the culture. Instead of defining success for ourselves, we let the culture define it for us. Instead of daring to be different, we conform to the pattern of this world. Why? We let our culture have the loudest voice.
Mark Batterson (Whisper: How to Hear the Voice of God)
Crighton’s lips curled in disgust. “People are so eager to sell their souls, and believe me, the devil’s always buying. If he’s impressed, he’ll give you a chair in Hell…a place where there’s standing room only. He might even give you a thorny crown to rule over the damned, cruel and forgotten. But I’m not here to reward you, Benjamin Poe…although one day you might wish that were true. I’m here to collect an overdue debt and the wicked soul that goes with it. When my task is done, I’ll leave the same way I came. And if you’re lucky, demon-fearing and honest, you’ll never see me again. At least, not in this lifetime.
Kaylin McFarren (Soul Seeker)
It’s a funny thing when you sell your soul to the devil,” I said, staring at a point on the wall. “Everyone thinks they’ll be able to outsmart him when he comes to collect.
Robin James (Burden of Truth (Cass Leary Legal Thriller #1))
Ko, dakle, prodaje dušu đavolu? Niko. Svi ti što mene služe, eh, svi ti, svi su oni davno propali, pre nego što su mene sreli. A drugo, ja ne kupujem. I ja volim kada mi se od scra da, a ne kada se traži para.
Mirjana Novaković (Strah i njegov sluga)
But Matt’s unease returned the moment he entered the Sprint store and started hearing about the two-year commitment. The salesman’s smile looked somehow satanic, like the devil in one of those movies where a naïve guy sells his soul. When the salesman whipped out a map of the United States—the “nonroaming” areas, he informed them, were in bright red—Matt started to back away. As
Harlan Coben (The Innocent)
Кровных коней запрягайте в дровни! Графские вина пейте из луж! Единодержцы штыков и душ! Распродавайте — на вес — часовни, Монастыри — с молотка — на слом. Рвитесь на лошади в Божий дом! Перепивайтесь кровавым пойлом! Стойла — в соборы! Соборы — в стойла! В чертову дюжину — календарь! Нас под рогожу за слово: царь! Единодержцы грошей и часа! На куполах вымещайте злость! Распродавая нас всех на мясо, Раб худородный увидит — Расу: Черная кость — белую кость. Москва. 2 марта 1918 Первый день весны. Harness your thoroughbreds to the sledges! Drink the counts' wines while the gutter rolls! Rulers of bayonets and of souls! Sell off your chapels - by weight - your churches, monasteries - auction them all - for scrap. Burst in the Lord's house on horse-back! Lap up the red trough for all you're able! Stables - in churches! Churches - to stables! Calendar - devil's own dozen too far! Ours is the grave for one word: tsar! Rulers of currency and time-keeping! Vent on the cupolas all your spite! When they start selling our flesh for eating, menial slaves will discover - breeding: black bones descry - bones that are white. Moscow, 9 March 1918 First day of spring
Marina Tsvetaeva (The Demesne of the Swans)
All the time, I lay in bed, I kept hearing Ian’s words. “Not easy selling your soul to the devil, is it?
Ellie Fox (And then the Devil Cried: Episode Two)
Fetch it down an’ I’ll mix ye a Sampson.” It had once been Prudie’s favorite drink: brandy and cider and sugar. She stared at Jud as if he were the Devil tempting her to sell her soul.
Winston Graham (Demelza (Poldark, #2))
God gave men souls, and free will. But a soul is not a commodity — it is a part of you, like the color of your eyes or the sound of your voice. It can’t be separated from you, any more than you can bottle your eye color and sell that.” “So why all these stories about people selling their souls to the Devil?” The smiled faded. “If a person comes to the psychological point where he feels his soul is of no worth to him, that it can be traded for wealth or power or any of the other temporal things he might crave, then he has lost touch with the bit of grace God has granted him by giving him a soul in the first place. Once a person is in such a state of mind, he allows himself to commit whatever acts he feels are necessary, because he has ‘lost his soul,’ so to speak. It’s a way of giving up responsibility for one’s actions. You know — ‘the Devil made me do it,’” Luke
C. Gockel (Wicked Magic: 6 Novels Plus 2 Bonus Novellas Featuring Shifters, Dragons, Gods, Demons, Fae, Vampires, Witches, and the Devil Himself)
Liberals don't know what they want. But they say"Watch for what you wish for it". 1990 I escaped from communist regime, I put my life in risk to have the freedom we have here in America and these idiots want communism. To some people Socialism and Communism might sound good but you have to give up a lot and you might get luckier if you know some one in the communist party or you can sell your soul to the devil to get the "FREE" stuff they offer. From free housing, but you don't get the house you want or when you wanted, you are luckily if you get 1 or 2 bedroom apt regardless the number of your family. or you might not get a house at all because elites always come 1st. that free health care come free death also because Dr.s decried you should live or die, the free schooling is for elites 1st then you maybe is is space in the classroom for your child. in Communism, Socialism, Islamism and Monarchy they all play the same rules is called "only one way." 1. Your freedom. 2. Freedom of speech. 3. Freedom of press. 4 Freedom of ownership. 5. Freedom of protection/Gun will be taken away. 6. You can't protest. 7. You don't choose who to vote. 8. You don't have any chooses they make the choices for you. 9. no religions believe at all. 10. Police can beat you up, can arrest you for no reason and get prosecuted for no reason and no one have right to an attorney because there don't exist one for you. Is this the life you LIBERALS/idiots want? Good luck on that but I'm pretty sure Americans are not ready to give up their freedom and their wealth for no one.
Zybejta (Beta) Metani' Marashi
Build a home for me and bury me there. I promise with all the fierce love of a mother to guard it along with all of the hosts of heaven. But, as soon as you have to sell your soul to the devil and fight like hell—I’ll be there, holding the brandy and a rifle.
Lenore Stutznegger (Blue Shadows Fall (Blue Shadows, #1))
There’s a lot to be said for those who can create something from a simple idea. Something like a ground-breaking game with all kinds of new features to wow people in a technologically advanced game saturated society. That’s saying a lot. And it’s a great deal of work, blood, sweat, and tears to accomplish even a modicum of what most construe as success. Almost enough that one would contemplate selling his soul to the devil in order to make his dream come true. What’s one infinitesimal, abstract idea of being when compared to seeing the look of joy in your daughter’s eyes when she sees the characters she helped make up in three dimensions? Her best friend’s grin when he talks about sorcery and magic as if it’s more real to him than the ground beneath his feet? Would you do it? Sell your soul to some cosmic force to create your wildest fantasy? Wouldn’t you? Sounds like a decent deal to some, of course, no one ever really reads the fine print. Always read the fine print. I implore you to always doubt the honeyed words thrown your way. Because the devil is in the details, kids.
Christopher Johns (Mageblood (Mephisto's Magic Online, #1))
I’d sell my soul to the devil if that would allow more time with my mom.
Adaeze Okoli (For the Love of Peter Jones)
Welcome to the family, Juliet. There are perks for selling your soul to the devil," he said with a grin.
Coralee June (Malice (Malice Mafia, #1))
The first convert is Simon Magus, a notorious magician who later tries to buy Peter’s gift of imparting the Holy Spirit, an attempt the apostle severely rebukes (8: 4–24). In legends that developed after New Testament times, Simon became a sinister figure involved in black magic and the occult. According to some historians, he is the prototype of Faust, the medieval scholar who—to gain forbidden knowledge—sells his soul to the devil.
Stephen L. Harris (The New Testament: A Student's Introduction)
It is very easy to prove to anyone that religious people have no morals, that their public image is a facade, and that they hide the most dangerous perversions. Because you see, they don’t consider you, the outsider, worthy of sympathy or honesty. And so, they consider as legitimate to lie and abuse, and disrespect, even attack violently, slander and manipulate any outsider. The most vicious insults I ever heard came from the mouths of people who consider themselves above moral judgement. They do this in the premise that their group secures their moral status. And as a matter of fact, it does. Nobody will ever act against a member of his own religious group, no matter how wrong he is. And in doing so, anyone sells his soul for cheap. The thing is, by doing that, they are also justifying a very demonic attitude towards people, because we are talking about people here, and not just “outsiders”. It is just that they don’t consider outsiders to their group real human beings, like they are, you see. And so, by being part of a religion, christians, muslims, jews, rosicrucians, hindus, buddhists, freemasons and scientologists, end up justifying being the cruelest of all people on earth. Hell must be having a laugh on this for many thousands of years. Because, you see, all the demons are there, in those groups. That’s not hard to imagine, since the most racist and xenophobic nations also claim to be the most religious orientated, and when you give too much emphasis to a religion, you will invariably expose yourself to this cheap trick played by the devil, of making you sell your soul for cheap. And unless you are truly a God chosen soul, you will fall for this trick, because you won't have the courage to be separated from what you considered previously as being a divine path. Few souls dare to admit that it is impossible for a true moral person to be part of any religion, simply because they’re all perverted. You need a very high ethical level to be able to see that, and those people, in these groups, don't have it. They speak the most vividly about morals, and yet, are the ones nobody should listen, because listening to them is like listening to demons describing paradise. They are not there, in their own words, they don't even see what they are talking about, they don't apply it. They are a scam. Their existence is a scam. And if you confront them with their own scam, their mask will fall off, and you will see their true demonic face. Because that's who they truly are. When you sell your soul for cheap to hell, you become a part of it. And that's who you are. That's why when the mask falls, they show you horrible, disgusting and very ugly appearances. And I have never met one single group in the entire planet where this does not happen. As a matter of fact, the more a group talks about evil, the more certainly it is that they represent that very same evil.
Dan Desmarques
Nobody wants to sell their soul in exchange for world peace, or to bring an end to famines, or to find a cure for cancer. Everyone is here for purely selfish and personal ambition.
Ahmed Salah Al-Mahdi
Only desperate people, like him, sold out by everyone, abandoned, and left to wallow in misery and despair, would consider something as mad as selling their souls to the devil.
Ahmed Salah Al-Mahdi
The saying, “They sold their soul to the Devil for fame,” has been proven to be accurate. Even if people initially gained fame due to their talents and skills rather than from outside assistance, they inevitably sold it later to maintain that elevated level of fame, fortune, and status.
Jack Freestone
It feels terrifying and horrible at first, like selling a piece of my soul to the devil and praying he doesn’t demand the rest.
Sam Mariano (Descent)
If I’m selling my soul to the devil, at least he buys Prada?
Fiona Archer (1001 Dark Nights Short Story Anthology 2020)
First life lesson: know your fucking worth. When you’re about to sell your soul to the devil, get a better price.
Naomi West (Diamond Angel (Zakharov Bratva Book 2))
There are lots of people in this world who want to sell their souls to the devil. The problem is, there isn’t a devil around who’s willing to buy.
Genki Kawamura (If Cats Disappeared from the World)
I think she'd sell her soul to the devil without thinking if he offered her the right book for it.
Cornelia Funke (Inkheart (Inkworld, #1))
he is clearly referring to laws of a coercive or punitive nature. He goes on to dissect the failings of the French legal system, dwelling particularly on judicial persecution, false testimony, torture, witchcraft accusations and differential justice for rich and poor. In conclusion, he swings back to his original observation: the whole apparatus of trying to force people to behave well would be unnecessary if France did not also maintain a contrary apparatus that encourages people to behave badly. That apparatus consisted of money, property rights and the resultant pursuit of material self-interest: Kandiaronk: I have spent six years reflecting on the state of European society and I still can’t think of a single way they act that’s not inhuman, and I genuinely think this can only be the case, as long as you stick to your distinctions of ‘mine’ and ‘thine’. I affirm that what you call money is the devil of devils; the tyrant of the French, the source of all evils; the bane of souls and slaughterhouse of the living. To imagine one can live in the country of money and preserve one’s soul is like imagining one could preserve one’s life at the bottom of a lake. Money is the father of luxury, lasciviousness, intrigues, trickery, lies, betrayal, insincerity, – of all the world’s worst behaviour. Fathers sell their children, husbands their wives, wives betray their husbands, brothers kill each other, friends are false, and all because of money. In the light of all this, tell me that we Wendat are not right in refusing to touch, or so much as to look at silver?
David Graeber (The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity)
If you sell your soul to the devil, you'll get what you want, but at a price you might not want to pay.
Chris Mentillo
The problem with selling your soul to the devil is that you always pay twice.
David Spell (Diablo's Dust: A Chuck McCain Novel- Book Five)
I did it. After selling my soul to the devil, I did it. We’re free.
J. Rose (Sacrificial Sinners (Blackwood Institute, #2))
I trusted my guys implicitly and I knew that they would do whatever they could to help my friend and keep her from selling her soul to the devil.
Lucy Smoke (Iris Boys Box Set (Iris Boys #1-4))
Faust. I hope you’ll like it.” “A man sells his soul to the devil for love.
Natasha Knight (Taken (Dark Legacy #1))
I was working second shift and weekends, never seeing my children, and I felt like I was selling my soul to the devil for health insurance and paid vacations.
Deborah Rodriguez (Kabul Beauty School: An American Woman Goes Behind the Veil)
All of you who are tired of living – why not sell your souls to the devil? Turn your lives into something valuable! If you do you’ll find that nothing is impossible.
Shirō Hamao (The Devil's Disciple (Hesperus Worldwide))
you don't sell your soul to the devil unless part of you is already a little dead inside.
Clarisse Thorn (Confessions of a Pickup Artist Chaser)
Don't sell your soul to the Devil for one a moment of happiness. Sometimes you gotta go through true hell to reach heavenly paradise.
Scerina Elizabeth
They read a little bit, write a little, and especially agree with themselves on important moves, important information, important awards, important writers that they plan to enthrone forever in history through a variety of memberships and numerous prizes awarded under the influence of top bureaucrats who know everything, not only about literature, but also about secret conspiracies, the Masons that lurk in every corner to crucify someone, steal someone’s soul and sell it to an unknown devil, about whom only the chief bureaucrat possesses secret knowledge that he doesn’t share; about history, ghosts, missing continents; about who said what to whom in confidence.
Dejan Stojanovic (Serbian Satire and Aphorisms)
If you sell your soul to the Devil, you will spend the rest of eternity trying to buy it back.
Matshona Dhliwayo
him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. I hate this. I don't want to sell my soul to win." Steve placed a hand on her shoulder. "You're not selling your soul. Maybe you're just . . . lending it out for a while." She closed her eyes and gritted her jaw. Could she do this? Could she truly make a deal with the devil? Even if they survived, how would she then live with herself? Steve hugged her from behind, and Addy held his hands, silent, eyes closed. They made love—silent but hard, eager yet so weary. When she climaxed, she shouted into his palm, and she fell asleep in his arms. She never wanted to leave his embrace. In the morning, she walked through the military base. She wore no uniform, just jeans and a hockey jersey. She carried her rifle across her back, a bandoleer of bullets hung around her waist, and a cigarette dangled from her lips. Her helmet hung askew, scrawled with the words Hell Patrol. Her people walked behind her, just as ragged. She looked like a haggard survivor, bruised, scratched, her eyes sunken. But the fire burned
Daniel Arenson (Earth Shadows (Earthrise, #5))
The devil on my shoulder was still singing. The angel on the other was nowhere to be heard
Jade West (Sell My Soul (Sixty Days, #1))
Now, Martin, here’s what happens when you break a promise to me and my family.
Nicole York (Selling My Soul (Dancing with the Devil, #1))