Accursed Quotes

Authors: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
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the-word-sin-is-restriction-o-man-refuse-not-thy-wife-if-she-will-o-lover-if-thou-wilt-depart-there-is-no-bond-that-can-unite-divided-but-love-all-else-is-curse-accursed-accursed
oedipus-o-o-o-they-will-all-come-all-come-out-clearly-light-sun-let-me-look-upon-you-no-more-after-today-i-who-first-saw-light-bred-match-accursed-accursed-in-my-living-with-them
and-it-is-not-word-accursed-devil-attakwir-25
accursed-be-he-that-first-invented-war
the-accursed-hunger-for-gold-virgil
the-mad-cruel-accursed-american-war
for-i-could-wish-that-myself-were-accursed-from-christ-for-my-brethren-my-kinsmen-according-to-the-flesh
as-we-said-before-so-say-i-now-again-if-any-man-preach-any-other-gospel-unto-you-than-that-ye-have-received-let-him-be-accursed
but-though-we-or-an-angel-from-heaven-preach-any-other-gospel-unto-you-than-that-which-we-have-preached-unto-you-let-him-be-accursed
jews-are-perverse-people-accursed-by-god-forever-hilary-poitiers
farming-vocation-accursed-heaven-since-one-never-saw-millionaire-involved-in-it-gustave-flaubert
that-bloody-bastard-that-thrice-accursed-son-bitch-cornelia-funke
i-half-wish-that-i-had-not-been-born-with-sense-romance-beauty-in-this-accursed-age-william-morris
accursed-creator-why-did-you-form-monster-hideous-that-even-you-turned-from-me-in-disgust-mary-shelley
o-accursed-hunger-gold-to-what-dost-thou-not-compel-human-hearts-virgil
and-the-sons-of-carmi-achar-the-troubler-of-israel-who-transgressed-in-the-thing-accursed
am-i-still-to-forget-o-wicked-house-your-illgotten-treasures-short-ephah-which-is-accursed-micah-610
this-this-indeed-is-to-be-accursed-for-if-we-mortals-love-if-we-sing-we-count-our-joys-not-by-what-we-have-but-by-what-kept-us-from-that-perfect-thing-paul-laurence-dunbar
i-have-acute-sense-delicacy-naturally-i-am-prejudiced-in-favour-virtue-the-accursed-cordonnier-bernard-capes
nationality-is-respectable-only-when-it-is-on-the-defense-when-it-is-waging-wars-of-liberation-it-is-sacred-when-those-of-domination-it-is-accursed
with-eyes-full-adultery-they-never-stop-sinning-they-seduce-unstable-they-are-experts-in-greed-accursed-brood-2-peter-214
the-winds-have-force-terrific-as-to-eclipse-anything-previously-known-in-world-we-have-found-kingdom-blizzards-we-have-come-to-accursed-land-lennard-bickel
i-could-not-help-feeling-that-they-were-evil-things-mountains-madness-whose-farther-slopes-looked-out-over-some-accursed-ultimate-abyss-h-p-lovecraft
ive-been-working-through-maurice-druons-accursed-kings-series-they-come-highly-recommended-from-george-r-r-martin-for-good-reason
may-the-same-almighty-goodness-banish-the-accursed-monster-war-from-all-lands-with-her-hated-associates-rapine-and-insatiable-ambition
he-has-been-positively-growing-tusks-trying-to-create-breed-human-insect-which-will-continue-to-live-on-this-accursed-planet-everyone-needs-goal-steve-aylett
if-there-is-still-one-hellish-truly-accursed-thing-in-our-time-it-is-our-artistic-dallying-with-forms-instead-being-like-victims-burnt-at-stake-signaling-through-flames-antonin-a
staining-reams-revelation-etching-everafters-in-accursed-verse-the-limpid-rags-resurrection-from-papal-parapets-were-to-dirt-dispersed-cradle-of-filth
as-long-as-shackles-wealth-property-bind-us-we-will-remain-accursed-forever-never-attain-altar-humanity-which-is-lifes-ultimate-goal
so-completely-was-jesus-bent-upon-saving-sinners-by-sacrifice-himself-he-created-tree-upon-which-he-was-to-die-nurtured-from-infancy-men-who-were-octavius-winslow
it-was-three-oclock-in-morning-wisest-most-accursed-hour-clock-but-sometimes-it-sets-us-free-lucy-maud-montgomery
that-is-accursed-thing-about-small-surroundings-they-make-soul-small-henrik-ibsen
whether-youre-history-buff-fantasy-fan-druons-epic-will-keep-you-turning-pages-this-was-original-game-thrones-if-you-like-a-song-ice-fire-you-will-love-the-accursed-kings
alas-for-that-accursed-time-they-bore-thee-oer-billow-from-love-to-titled-age-crime-and-unholy-pillow-from-me-from-our-misty-clime-where-weeps-edgar-allan-poe
accursed-blasted-heartless-things-books-full-empty-promises-full-false-lures-always-making-you-hungry-never-satisfying-you-never-cornelia-funke
i-was-banished-said-reven-proudly-what-for-elfwyn-pressed-the-king-said-i-was-anathema-he-doesnt-like-athemas-anathema-means-like-accursed-said-jinx-probably-it-was-for-robbing-p
sir-you-do-understand-that-officially-im-not-actually-centurion-i-havent-even-been-assigned-to-legion-yet-the-general-continued-writing-as-he-spoke-what-was-name-corbulo-sir-corb
The more conscious I was of all the good and of all this "beautiful and lofty, " the deeper I kept sinking into my mire, and the more capable I was of getting completely stuck in it. But the main feature was that this was all in me not as if by chance, but as if it had to be so. As if it were my most normal condition and in no way a sickness or a blight, so that finally I lost any wish to struggle against this blight. I ended up almost believing (and maybe indeed believing) that this perhaps was my normal condition. But at first, in the beginning, how much torment I endured in this struggle! I did not believe that such things happened to others, and therefore kept it to myself all my life as a secret. I was ashamed (maybe I am ashamed even now); it reached the point with me where I would feel some secret, abnormal, mean little pleasure in returning to my corner on some nasty Petersburg night and being highly conscious of having once again done a nasty thing that day, and again that what had been done could in no way be undone, and I would gnaw, gnaw at myself with my teeth, inwardly, secretly, tear and suck at myself until the bitterness finally turned into some shameful, accursed sweetness, and finally-into a decided, serious pleasure! Yes, a pleasure, a pleasure! I stand upon it. The reason I've begun to speak is that I keep wanting to find out for certain: do other people have such pleasures? I'll explain it to you: the pleasure here lay precisely in the too vivid consciousness of one's own humiliation; in feeling that one had reached the ultimate wall; that, bad as it is, it cannot be otherwise; that there is no way out for you, that you will never change into a different person; that even if you had enough time and enough faith left to change yourself into something different, you probably would not wish to change; and even if you did wish it, you would still not do anything, because in fact there is perhaps nothing to change into.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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And one by one, driven to exhaustion, trapped by fence and horses and bewilderment, under an immaculate sky the mythic creatures died. They died not in mercy, not in the majesty which was their due, but as the least of life, accursed of nature. They died in the dust of insult and the spittle of lead. There was more here than profaned the eye or ear or nose or heart. There was more here than mere destruction. The American soul itself was involved, its anthropology. We are born with buffalo blood upon our hands. In the prehistory of us all, the atavistic beasts appear. They graze the plains of our subconscious, they trample through our sleep, and in our dreams we cry out our damnation. We know what we have done, we violent people. We know that no species was created to exterminate another, and the sight of their remnant stirs in us the most profound lust, the most undying hatred, the most inexpiable guilt. A living buffalo mocks us. It has no place or purpose. It is a misbegotten child, a monster with which we cannot live and which we cannot live without. Therefore we slay, and slay again, for while a single buffalo remains, the sin of our fathers, and hence our own, is imperfect. But the slaughter of the buffalo is part of something larger. It is as though the land of Canaan into which we were led was too divine, and until we have done it every violence, until we have despoiled and murdered and dirtied every blessing, until we have erased every reminder of our original rape, until we have washed our hands of the blood of every other, we shall be unappeased. It is as though we are too proud to be beholden to Him. We cannot bear the goodness of God.

Glendon Swarthout
and-one-by-one-driven-to-exhaustion-trapped-by-fence-horses-bewilderment-under-immaculate-sky-mythic-creatures-died-they-died-not-in-mercy-not-in-majesty-which-was-their-due-but-
It ended by my almost believing (perhaps actually believing) that this was perhaps my normal condition. But at first, in the beginning, what agonies I endured in that struggle! I did not believe it was the same with other people, and all my life I hid this fact about myself as a secret. I was ashamed (even now, perhaps, I am ashamed): I got to the point of feeling a sort of secret abnormal, despicable enjoyment in returning home to my corner on some disgusting Petersburg night, acutely conscious that that day I had committed a loathsome action again, that what was done could never be undone, and secretly, inwardly gnawing, gnawing at myself for it, tearing and consuming myself till at last the bitterness turned into a sort of shameful accursed sweetness, and at last-into positive real enjoyment! Yes, into enjoyment, into enjoyment! I insist upon that. I have spoken of this because I keep wanting to know for a fact whether other people feel such enjoyment? I will explain; the enjoyment was just from the too intense consciousness of one's own degradation; it was from feeling oneself that one had reached the last barrier, that it was horrible, but that it could not be otherwise; that there was no escape for you; that you never could become a different man; that even if time and faith were still left you to change into something different you would most likely not wish to change; or if you did wish to, even then you would do nothing; because perhaps in reality there was nothing for you to change into. And the worst of it was, and the root of it all, that it was all in accord with the normal fundamental laws of over-acute consciousness, and with the inertia that was the direct result of those laws, and that consequently one was not only unable to change but could do absolutely nothing. Thus it would follow, as the result of acute consciousness, that one is not to blame in being a scoundrel; as though that were any consolation to the scoundrel once he has come to realise that he actually is a scoundrel.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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Christ is all in the entire work of salvation. Let me just take you back to the period before this world was made. There was a time when this great world, the sun, the moon, the stars, and all which now exist throughout the whole of the vast universe, lay in the mind of God, like unborn forests in an acorn cup. There was a time when the Great Creator lived alone, and yet he could foresee that he would make a world, and that men would be born to people it; and in that vast eternity a great scheme was devised, whereby he might save a fallen race. Do you know who devised it? God planned it from first to last. Neither Gabriel nor any of the holy angels had anything to do with it. I question whether they were even told how God might be just, and yet save the transgressors. God was all in the drawing up of the scheme, and Christ was all in carrying it out. There was a dark and doleful night! Jesus was in the garden, sweating great drops of blood, which fell to the ground; nobody then came to bear the load that had been laid upon him. An angel stood there to strengthen him, but not to bear the sentence. The cup was put into his hands, and Jesus said, "Father, must I drink it?" and his Father replied, "If thou dost not drink, sinners cannot be saved"; and he took the cup and drained it to its very dregs. No man helped him. And when he hung upon that accursed tree of Calvary, when his precious hands were pierced, when: "From his head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and love flowed mingled down," there was nobody to help him. He was "all" in the work of salvation. And, my friends, if any of you shall be saved, it must be by Christ alone. There must be no patchwork; Christ did it all, and will not be helped in the matter. Christ will not allow you, as some say, to do what you can, and leave him to make up the rest. What can you do that is not sinful? Christ has done all for us; the work of redemption is all finished. Christ planned it all, and worked out all; and we, therefore, preach a full salvation through Jesus Christ.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon
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