Fallen Angel Quotes

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Becca Fitzpatrick
“If I'd wanted you dead five minutes ago, you'd have died five minutes ago.”
Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush

J.R. Ward
“After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-"
"Okay, that was so not my fault-"
"-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population."
"I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans."
"They smell bad when they're dead."
"All you mortal types do.”
J.R. Ward, Lover Enshrined

Becca Fitzpatrick
“Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.”
Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

Becca Fitzpatrick
“I'm a private contractor now. I choose my clients, not the other way around.”
Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

Becca Fitzpatrick
“My life sucks when I’m only half-aware of it. If I quit drinking and saw what it’s really like, I’d probably jump off a bridge.”
Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

Criss Jami
“My belief is that, morally, God and Satan are vaguely on the same page. According to the common understanding of Satan's origins, 'holiness' is, metaphorically, frozen stiff in his veins: and at that a corrupted formula - i.e. legalism. The vital difference is that God is willing to offer grace for our sins; he delights in grace. God is the one and only holy and just punisher of sin, yes, but that is partly so because punishment for the sake of punishment is not something he loves. Whereas Satan, as the accuser, and as it is written, actually seeks God's permission to punish; he, being a seasoned legalist, delights in finding wrongs and will defy his own morality just to expose immorality. This is why both the anti-religious soul and the violently religious soul are, whether consciously or unconsciously, and sadly enough, glorifying their biggest hater: Satan is not only a lawless lover of punishing lawlessness, but also the sharpest theologian of us all. He loves wickedness, but only because he loves punishing wickedness.”
Criss Jami, Healology

Becca Fitzpatrick
“You’re mine, Angel. Every last piece of you. I won’t let anything change that.”
Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale

Angela B. Wade
“In the abyss you make your own light.”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Mizuki Nomura
“Even though my angel has forgiven me and rescued me, who on earth will save him, who cannot be allowed into the light of the sun, who has lost his name, who can only hide himself in the world of darkness?”
Mizuki Nomura, Book Girl and the Corrupted Angel

Angela B. Wade
“He leveled his eyes at mine through the darkness. “You asked me before if I could take away your memories. I can, and I wanted to. But taking them away wouldn’t have stopped what you were feeling. It just would’ve kept you from being able to understand. In the end the only thing I could do was let you go through whatever you had to go through and hope you were strong enough to make it to the other side. Turns out you’re pretty damn tough.”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Rosalie Lario
“As Abby finally turned and fled the frigid temperatures of the roof, she realized she still didn’t know if the Fallen were good or evil. Whether they intended to kill the humans or not.
All she knew was that, at the tender age of thirteen, Abby Rhodes had just fallen head over heels in love.”
Rosalie Lario, Heart of an Angel

Collette O'Mahony
“If I fall from love
And I am torn in two
Be gentle with my heart
Forgive my shadows
I must rest awhile
For my wings to spread
And fly back to you”
Collette O'Mahony, The Soul in Words: A collection of Poetry & Verse

John Keats
“I sit, and moan,
Like one who once had wings.”
John Keats

Toba Beta
“bara bara merah membara,
bintang tiada kau t’lah ada,
berontak pisah dari asalnya,
berniat kuasa malah sengsara.

bara bara angkara murka,
belasan miliar tahun di usia,
betapa kuat dikau perkasa,
begitu getir kini tersiksa.”
Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza

Angela B. Wade
“I’m going to ask you a question,” I said. “And I want an answer this time, no dodging and no playing cryptic. Is the reason you’re leaving because you need to look for Nicholas, or because you want to get away from me?”

Daniel looked me square in the eye, unblinking. “The first thing accomplishes the second, now doesn’t it?”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Angela B. Wade
“He tasted like summertime - of wicked thunderstorms, fresh clover, and wild honeysuckle - and I had the sensation of falling, my stomach tumbling over and over again until calm finally reached in, rooting deep and stretching out to encompass everything: my mind, my body. And my soul - whatever that was.

The same clean, almost scentless breeze whipped over us again, just like it had the first night we’d met, and I could physically feel one chapter of my life closing and another beginning.”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Rosalie Lario
“It wasn’t every day a girl lost her virginity, not to mention to a delicious, perfect specimen of man. One who had wings, to boot.”
Rosalie Lario, Heart of an Angel

Angela B. Wade
“Then what’s the problem? You keep telling me she’s just a job. So, fine. The job’s done. You found her. You trained her. Now she has to do her part. She has to kill Dmitri. Whether she can survive the battle or not doesn’t matter, and it isn’t up to you to decide.” Luc got up from the swing and went to Daniel. “Listen, man, I’m trying to be a friend here. You’ve been down here so long you’re starting to think like one of them. Quit trying to grow a conscience and just finish what you started.”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Angela B. Wade
“I twisted my body, suddenly unable to stand his hands on me. “Do you really think I give a damn what you are? That anything else matters to me more than you, yourself? I don’t want you to stay because you think I need a protector, Daniel. I’ve been looking after myself for a very long time now, and I’ve done just fine. Dammit, have some faith in me.”

“If I didn’t have faith in you, Sarah, I wouldn’t feel this way.”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Angela B. Wade
“He swallowed again. “Why?”

When I opened my mouth to answer, my lips started trembling - from nerves or regret I don’t know - and it took a few seconds to actually force the words out. “Because you have to find Nicholas. And I can’t handle that right now. I know I said I could, but I can’t.” Breathing as deeply as I could, I took Daniel’s closeness inside me, feeling all the while like I was on the edge of suffocating. “I’m about to fall apart, and I need time.”

“I need you.”

“You need me to kill-”

“No!” Daniel’s face flushed, and he fixed his mouth shut, inhaling rapidly through his nose while trying to regain control. “You aren’t going anywhere near Dmitri. Not ever. He’s my responsibility.”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Angela B. Wade
“Daniel came to sit beside me, ignoring my wariness and settling into the thin, worn cushion. “Who’d you think I was that first night we met?”

“The night you attacked me, you mean? I thought you were a vampire.”

“A vampire?” His look was one of genuine confusion. “Vampires aren’t real.”
Angela B. Wade, Fallen River

Rosalie Lario
“The angel’s lower body was covered by a pair of faded jeans that showcased the strong muscles in his thighs…along with a few other things she’d only dared dream about. His upper body was bare, showing off honeyed skin, washboard abs, and a killer set of pecs.”
Rosalie Lario, Heart of an Angel

Rosalie Lario
“Part of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. But the rest of her just wanted to throw him to the ground and rip those jeans off him. Funny how she could be so jealous of a pair of pants. They covered the sinfully male body she longed to explore.”
Rosalie Lario, Heart of an Angel

Jennifer L. Armentrout
“I’m going to start from the beginning. All I ask is that you don’t interrupt and you silently pray Luke returns with a milkshake quickly, because they make me happy. And you want to keep me happy.” -Lily”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, Unchained - Nephilim Rising

Nenia Campbell
“In the absence of deliberate cruelty, the harshness of his face and the fullness of his mouth just looked sullen and a little wicked. An angel frozen into a tableau of marmoreal perfection as he contemplated his imminent fall from grace.”
Nenia Campbell, Star Crossed

Sarah MacLean
“What password were you given?"
"Éloa."
He sucked in a breath. Chase had given her carte blanche at the club. Access to any room, any event, any adventure she wanted, without chaperone.
Without him.
"What does it mean?" she asked, registering his surprise.
"It means I'm going to have words with Chase."
"I mean, what does Éloa mean?"
He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. "It's the name of an angel."
Penelope tilted her head, thinking. "I've never heard of him."
"You wouldn't have."
"Was he a fallen angel?"
"She was, yes." He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. "Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven."
"Tricked her how?"
He met her gaze. "She fell in love with him."
Penelope's eyes widened. "Did he love her?"
Like an addict loves his addiction. "The only way he knew how."
She shook her head. "How could he trick her?"
"He never told her his name.”
Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name

Jennifer L. Armentrout
“For eight years I’ve waited for you to realize that. I’ve waited for you to see yourself for who you really are. You’re Lily Marks, a beautiful, extremely clever woman whose capacity for compassion sets you apart from the Nephilim. It’s not your fighting skills or how good of a warrior you are. It’s the fact you look at me and see a man rather than a Fallen.” -Julian”
Jennifer L. Armentrout, J. Lynn

Sarah MacLean
“He showed her things she'd never known about things she'd always thought she understood. And she adored it... even as it terrified her.
Even as it made her question everything she thought true.
She resisted the thought, her gaze rising to one large wall of the club, where the Angel's namesake fell in beautiful glass panels from Heaven to Hell, from good to evil, from sainthood to sin. It was the most beautiful window Pippa had ever seen, the work of true artisans, all reds and golds and violets, at once hideous and holy.
It was the angel himself who fascinated her, the enormous, beautiful man crashing to Earth, without the gifts he'd had for so long. In the hands of a poorer artist, the detail of him would have been less intricate, the hands and feet and face would have been shaped with glass of a single color, but this artist had cared deeply for his subject, and the swirls of darks and lights in the panels were finely crafted to depict movement, shape, and even emotion.
She could not help but stare at the face of the fall- inverted as he fell to the floor of the hell- the arch of his brow, the complex shade of his jaw, the curve of his lip. She paused there, thinking on another pair of lips, another fall. Another angel.
Cross.
Emotion flared, one she did not immediately recognize.
She let out a long breath.
She wanted him- in a way she knew she should not. In a way she knew she should want another. A man destined to be her husband. To be the father of her children.
And yet, she wanted Cross.
This angel.”
Sarah MacLean, One Good Earl Deserves a Lover

“Liquid silver and silk...”
Mahvesh Murad

Christopher Stanfield
“The girl with two lives, who ended one to start another. And yet, you can't let the other go completely, can you?”
Christopher Stanfield, The Song of Shattered Grace: A Season of Angels Novella

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