The Sins Of Silas Quotes

If there is an angel who records the sorrows of men as well as their sins, he knows how many and deep are the sorrows that spring from false ideas for which no man is culpable.

If there is an angel who records the sorrows of men as well as their sins, he knows how many and deep are the sorrows that spring from false ideas for which no man is culpable.

You’re here,” he says, and his voice is like sunshine, like honey, it’s warm and rich and moreish. “I’m so very glad.” Where Silas’s voice is spikes and edges, every word a warning, this man’s voice is smooth, velvety and beckoning.

Scarron is the kind of village people are born in and die in. Rarely does anyone leave. Still more rarely does a new face arrive. So unless the girl is in hiding, like Silas was, I should be able to find her easily; she’d be known as the “new one” for the next fifty years if she stayed here.

This pure will is characterized as being naked, transcendent, capable of self-determination, beyond all antithetical values and all pairs of opposites. In the practice of icchashuddhi, the following eight bonds or fetters must be broken systematically: daya (sympathy), moha (delusion), lajja (shame or the idea of sin), bhaya (fear), ghrina (disgust), kula (family, kinship, clan), varna (caste), and sila (customary rites and precepts).46 As each of these bonds or fetters is broken, the vira becomes progressively more liberated.

Al oírlo toser entró su nuera, quien le dijo al señor Hamley que esos accesos eran muy frecuentes, y que en uno de ellos el viejo Silas se quedaría. Lo dijo sin tapujos delante del anciano, que ahora jadeaba exhausto sobre el almohadón. Los pobres aceptaban lo inevitable de la muerte de una manera más franca de lo que era habitual entre la gente cultivada. El hidalgo se quedó pasmado ante lo que le pareció una muestra de insensibilidad, pero el anciano había recibido amorosos cuidados de su nuera, y lo que ella acababa de decir le sorprendía tan poco como que el sol saliera al día siguiente.

I know that some people think it’s a sin to think an animal has a soul, but I do. I don’t care what anyone says or thinks. Because if anything in this world is close to God, it’s a dog. I believe a great amount of being in touch with God is required to hear the thunder from way off, or to feel the trembling of a train miles away, or to know when someone they care about needs them, and offer comfort no matter what, and not have one tiny bit of judgment in their whole beings. I believe a sort of holiness is required to remind us that everything in this world deserves affection. Dogs know these things. They know and know and know.

God, I don’t even feel real anymore, Silas. You are my real.

There are moments in life, when you’re at rock bottom, and your only choice is to stop digging down and start digging to the side instead. Staring at the back of Dallas’ head, a new thought settled in Silas’s mind. There’s no way in hell I’m going to Bridgeport.

I heard you have to do something for Igor to be accepted into the Silas. What did you do?” “Beheaded a priest.

prendiendo a Pablo y a Silas, los condujeron al juzgado ante los jefes de la ciudad; 20 y presentándolos a los magistrados, dijeron: Estos hombres alborotan nuestra ciudad, son judíos; 21 y quieren introducir una manera de vida, que no nos es lícito abrazar, ni practicar, siendo como somos romanos. 22 Al mismo tiempo la plebe conmovida acudió de tropel contra ellos; y los magistrados mandaron que, rasgándoles las túnicas, los azotasen con varas. 23 Y después de haberles dado muchos azotes, los metieron en la cárcel, apercibiendo al carcelero para que los asegurase bien. 24 El cual recibida esta orden, los metió en un profundo calabozo, con los pies en el cepo. 25 Mas a eso de media noche, puestos Pablo y Silas en oración, cantaban alabanzas a Dios; y los demás presos los estaban escuchando, 26 cuando de repente se sintió un gran terremoto, tal que se meneaban los cimientos de la cárcel. Y al instante se abrieron de par en par todas las puertas; y se les soltaron a todos las prisiones. 27 En esto despertando el carcelero, y viendo abiertas las puertas de la cárcel, desenvainando una espada iba a matarse, creyendo que se habían escapado los presos. 28 Entonces Pablo le gritó con grande voz, diciendo: No te hagas ningún daño, que todos sin faltar uno estamos aquí. 29 El carcelero entonces habiendo pedido luz, entró dentro; y estremecido se arrojó a los pies de Pablo y de Silas. 30 Y sacándolos a fuera, les dijo: Señores, ¿qué debo hacer para salvarme? 31 Ellos le respondieron: Cree en el Señor Jesús, y te salvarás tú y tu familia. 32 Y le enseñaron la doctrina del Señor a él y a todos los de su casa. 33 El carcelero en aquella misma hora de la noche llevándolos consigo, les lavó las llagas; y recibió luego el bautismo así él, como toda su familia. 34 Y conduciéndolos a su habitación, les sirvió la cena, regocijándose con toda su familia de haber creído en Dios. 35

Less than a day has passed since I stood in this room and vowed to fight the Sleeping Prince. How sure of myself I was then, with Errin and Silas beside me; how righteous my anger was. It seemed so possible then, so simple. Silas would train the alchemists and their kin to fight and we’d all march on Lormere and defeat the Sleeping Prince. I thought we’d be like an avenging army in a story. I imagined people rallying to our cry, and that the fact we were on the side of good would assure our victory. And then Aurek came, with my lover at his side, and proved that I am not only still a coward, but still a naïve, stupid fool too. And I’m supposed to save us from the Sleeping Prince.

Silas’s mother walks to us, standing by her son. “We haven’t been formally introduced,” she says, looking down at Dimia and me. “I am Sister Hope, of the Sisters of Næht. We’re joined tonight by Sister Wisdom, Sister Peace, Sister Honour and Sister Courage.” Each ones nods in turn, though there’s nothing in their manner that would be recognized as friendly. Sister Peace even goes so far as curling her lip at us.

You are my God! Let nothing stand between You and me. Sin crouches at the entrance of my heart waiting to devour me. And I must fight against it. Oh, God, how I must fight against the fire in my blood!

Remembered the night I got my fire.

To those of you who have ever felt too damaged to be loved or too broken to be fixed. This is for you.

I realized that there really were no winners in war—just those who suffered a little less.

You have me forever. My heart belongs to you

I am desperately in love with you, Lena. It has only ever been you. No matter what I have done or who I've been with. It was only ever you who held my heart.

I am a God.

Merrick—no…I can't,” she gasped.

You want to erase your memories?

This place feels…right,” she said, slowly staring up at me. “You don't feel anything off, do you?

was wrong to be unfaithful to her. The only thing I kept telling myself was, 'Pretend like it was one more time you made love to Lena in the past,

Slept with her husband only a few days after I had a threesome with two of our other friends.

I was going to kill him. I was going to stab that bastard for taking her away, for touching her.

I will not fight you!” he barked, holding out his hands. “Nor will I apologize. We almost died in that battle, and the three of us all consented.” My eyes broadened, and I lowered my weapon ever so slightly. “The three of you?

I wouldn't give a damn if she was my Soul-Tie or not. None of that bullshit would ever keep me away.” I turned, grasped the knob, and rotated it. “Not even your wife?

dotting a substance on his palm before blowing the purple dust at Emma. Whatever it was, it instantly shrank her body back into its normal form. Leroy roared, but there was nothing he could do—nothing anyone could do, as the Otacian soldier lifted his sword and swung, cutting Emma’s head clean off of her body.

grasped her chin, my thumb pulling her bottom lip down, and I leaned in close, my mouth hovering above hers. The gesture made my heart flutter, especially as her wide-eyed gaze found mine. My lips were just an inch away from kissing her. I used my magic, sucking the air—the smoke—from her lungs into mine, clearing it back to normal just as my hand trailed down her neck, resting against her chest. My palm didn't burn, but there was a slight tingle. I let the glow out, healing the minor inflammation in her lungs.

I’d never had sex with a friend before. Never had sex with anyone before.

You shouldn’t have gone through it…” his voice cracked, “…without…me." The tone of his voice ruined me. His hands slid down to hold mine.

didn’t bother to hide the annoyance in my voice. “What do you want?” “Please tell me you did not fuck him,

But their fear shifted the moment the creature stood, her mask now falling free from her face. When she turned to me, my eyes blew wide, a shaky gasp leaving my lungs. Heildee. Elowen's mother.

Then I suppose it’s better for us both that we have moved on,” he said quietly.

WHERE IS HE?!” The woman shook. “I watched as he finished with him…his head slumping down.” Choking on a sob, she replied, “Silas is dead.

A voice I hadn't heard in so long. “Lena?” As I turned, my knees buckled at the sight of short, white hair and broken, brown eyes. At the sight of Torrin Brighthell. Enslaved in this cell.

You’re my daughter,” his voice broke. “And these are your people. Your mother’s people.” He inhaled slowly before nodding to himself, his eyes sweeping across the prison cell yet again.

He sighed, running a hand through his short, white hair. “I’m saying just because she’s with someone else doesn’t mean she doesn’t want you.

began repeatedly stabbing me in the chest. Over and over and over.

My eyes sprang wide at the name she used. Quickly, I whirled my head back to the soldier on the other side of the bars. The handsome man with brown hair and green eyes. Green eyes that were the same color as mine. The man who Mother named her business after. Waylon. Waylon.

found myself imagining taking them both at the same time. I shifted in my spot on the floor. Gods…am I a whore? Torrin’s drunken eyes went to mine, and a smile crept over his face. “Are you saying you want both of us, Lena?

I found myself imagining taking them both at the same time.

The truth was this. Era and I were not in the Valley of Awakening for a few hours. We were there for forty-three days.

Kayin was Ryia La’Rune. Kayin was Silas’s mother.

Silas and Erabella returned from wherever they had been. My eyes scanned the pair, and I tried my best to ignore their slightly disheveled hair and the subtle flush to their cheeks. Silas wouldn’t meet my eyes.

The next, he was on the ground, wailing in agony as a Vampire began ripping through his throat.

You consume all of me, Lena. You are my waking thought and the final picture I see before I sleep. You are a siren that haunts my dreams. It's been that way since the moment I met you.” I sighed in defeat. “There’s not a damn second you aren’t on my mind.

Pero, entonces, ¿esta niña no va a aprender que sus acciones tienen consecuencias? ¡Claro que sí! Lo aprenderá con el tiempo, como todos los niños. Pero de momento no va a ser ella la que sufra las consecuencias de sus acciones. Para eso estamos los padres: Así que Eppie fue criada sin castigos, y el peso de sus travesuras recayó sobre su padre Silas.