Inner Demon Quotes

“We shouldn't ever give the devil more than enough to survive," she once said. "And that is what the demon in us is. We eat only to keep the human alive," she said, because to deny the human side sustenance was to commit it to death, and that would be a worse sin than our continued existence was.”
― Claire Kohda, Woman, Eating

“And then I understood
that the demons
I tried to outrun
have a heartbeat
and carry my name.”
― S.A. Quinox, Tales of Lacrimosa

“The red bull never fights," Schemdrick said. "he conquers, but he never fights.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn

“Where people's thought is unconstructive and backward, and where they impose that on others, it is the explosion of ethical, social, legal, religious, and human values. If once again all messengers and prophets come to teach such people, there will not be any improvement until they would not try to throw their inner demon”
― Ehsan Sehgal

“I couldn't tell her that like a shriveled sprout in the dirt, I needed nutrients, nourishment, life, and that when I was desperate, I would take it every time.
I couldn't tell her I craved it.
"What about me?" Eva didn't move closer, but she may as well have. I felt her attention like a weight and stepped back. "Would you hurt me?"
"No," the monster rasped inside my head.
I swallowed. "I don't want to hurt anyone, bee girl.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“The instant the aster touched my skin, it wilted in my palm and its energy moved into me, unseen.
Within me, the monster straightened. “It tastes like honey,” it whispered in wonderment.
Eva watched, transfixed. I waited for the fear to come. I waited for disgust. Gingerly, she took the weed back, holding it up to the light, and I watched, mouth agape, as the dead thing came back to life again and bloomed for her.
“So.” Eva’s triumphant smile was a confirmation. “You’re like me.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“You're not dying today, Freckles," he said with a grunt. When they were on the ledge, he thumbed the dip in her waist. "If he won't save you, I will.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“The monster didn’t usually get to be this near to her, to smell the damp of her hair or feel where her freckles lay flat against Arthur’s skin. It loved her freckles.
Eva had a tendency to push the monster back. At times, it had managed to slip past Arthur’s defenses so completely after Charlotte died.
The monster held its breath as the acute sensation of summer grew heavy around the two of them, but the sunny feeling didn’t hurt. It hummed.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins

“"Eva?" the monster whispered, feathering a panicked touch to her cheek. Her color was fading, a deathly pallor swallowing the rosy hue of sun-touched skin. "Wake up," it pleaded weakly, cradling the back of her neck to prevent her head from lolling. Salt burned the corners of its eyes. Strange, how tears could hurt sometimes.
With a little sob, the monster repositioned Eva on the grass and pressed both palms to the wound in her side. The gentle pressure made Eva convulse, her eyes slitting open.
She moaned.
"I’m sorry." The monster couldn’t tell where its panic ended and Arthur’s began. The level of terror coursing through their shared being was so violent it made the monster nauseous. "I’m so sorry. But you’ve got to stay awake for me.” It scrubbed under its eyes, clearing the blurriness away, tasting salt. "You have to stay.”
Eva’s lips parted, but no sound came out. The monster stripped off Arthur’s shirt and balled it up, then pressed it to her wound. "Come on, Freckles,” it choked out.
The monster had never prayed before. What was a creature like it supposed to do with God, anyway? But it firmly believed that if anyone should curry divine favor, it was Arthur’s bee girl.”
― Ruth McKell, Honey in Her Veins