Religion can only do two things for mankind; turn them into monster or stupid.

But what is a dream, Conor O’Malley? the monster said, bending down so it’s face was close to Conor’s. Who is to say that it is not everything else that is the dream?

The most detestable wickedness, the most horrid cruelties, and the greatest miseries, that have afflicted the human race have had their origin in this thing called revelation, or revealed religion. It has been the most...

No, Deputy. Because he is real, and he is really like that, and you should run.

Sometimes I think there’s a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that’s where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I...

He could be a monster. He’s a powerful, powerful pup.

Theirs was a long, complicated story with a monster and a knight. What made their story unique was that these two players were the same person.

Kadang kita tidak menyadari kapan monster lahir dalam diri kita. Kadang kita tidak pernah menyadari momen di mana kita menyakiti orang-orang yang mencintai kita. Dan seringkali sudah terlambat ketika menyadainya. Semua sudah tidak sama lagi.

You battled monsters. You sweat and cried your way to this one prolific moment where you finally realize that those dark days and sleepless nights were pre-requisites to your becoming.

I walked until the water lapped against my chest, and then I kept walking until it kissed the underside of my jaw. I was surprised how cold it was. I closed my eyes and ducked...

Well you found us strength and solutions but I liked the tensionAnd not always knowing the answers when you’re gonna lose it, you’re gonna lose it.

I can eat you at breakfast, not because I am a monster; it is only because you are too cute and yummy.

He continued to move forward, skirting a pocket of radiation that had not died in the four years since last he had come this way.They came upon a place where the sands were fused into...

Oh yes. It’s open all right, but not many people come in here to look at me now so there’s no point in selling tickets. No one is interested in a man who professes to...

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.

There were no sparks, just a gasoline fire burning through the dark

At best we are but clay, animated dust; but viewed as sinners, we are monsters indeed. Let it be published in heaven as a miracle that the Lord Jesus should set His heart’s love upon...

Cubism is a Cathedral of shit.

Monster a person though monster not human.Monster like music. Like Beatles! Like Schumann!World full of stupid. World full of noise.Monster feel ANGRY. No birthday. No joys.World full of JUNK monster not comprehend.What is a childhood?...

Running an expedition can bring out the worst in a man. It can make you a power-crazed monster.

What monster sleeps in the deep of your story? You need a monster. Without a monster there is no story.

We have a crackerjack bill here, … It will stop millionaires from buying Senate seats and the presidency. It brings this television monster under control.

I see your bleeding dark side. I feel your angry heart. Reveals forbidden places. More monster yet alive…

Searching through Monster.com while on the clock feels like being on Tinder while still married.

Akheronin sisuksissa on kyyneliä, hammasten kiristystä, utua, tulta, sietämätöntä poltetta, jäätävää kylmyyttä, koiria, karhuja, leijonia ja käärmeitä. Tässä legendassa helvetti on eläin, jonka sisällä on muita eläimiä.

The word miracle, as pronounced by Christian churches, gives a false impression; it is a monster. It is not one with the blowing clover and the falling rain.

It’s no wonder I became a monster, too.

It was not a monster that lay sleeping on the white sheets. Nor a faceless horror. Nor even the white bear. It was a man.His hair was golden, glowing bright as a bonfire in the...

I wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.

Allegorical stories of saints battling with giants, monsters and demons may be interpreted as symbolizing the Christian’s fight against paganism. At Bwlch Rhiwfelen (Denbigh) St Collen fought and killed a cannibal giantess, afterwards washing away...

With a ring around the rosaryAnd a pocket full of crossesAshes to ashesThey’ll all fall down

Mais c’est renfantillage – this is childishness!’ we heard de Grandin pant as we closed in and sought a chance to seize his skeleton-like antagonist. ‘He who fights an imp of Satan as if he...

I’m on the edge, Neblin, I’m off the edge – I’m over the edge and falling into hell on the other side.”Calm down, John,’ he said. ‘We can work through this. Just tell me where...

What every man should desire is an ugly woman with a beautiful heart, not a beautiful woman with an ugly heart.

That’s my wee darling. That’s my wee Frankie before the devil twisted him into a monster.” She poked her finger into another hole where Frank’s face should have been. Her eyes glinted.

What is this thing you call substance abuse? All I wanna do is forget and get loose.Drinking and smoking over and overWhat’s so great about a life that’s sober?There’s nothing cool about being youngWhen the...

No one can help but stare at the monster, because horror is a cousin to awe.

The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

There was nothing but power, and those who hadn’t yet found the tap. (Greachin)

I am afraid a monster is grown that will devour all of us. Yet we must fight him.

She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to look upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster made up of beauty and brutality.

I remember a time where Trolls were a fictitious monster from fairy tales, not arseholes on the internet looking for attention.

When your mother is the grave and your father is a lightning bolt it tends to make you kind of horny. And death has a way of removing one’s inhibitions.

Better to leave him with the memory of their being a pair of monsters, wrapped in each other’s arms.

I sat back and looked at it. It was ugly, dark, uncontrolled. Like a monster’s face. Or maybe what I saw there was my own face. I couldn’t quite tell. Was the face the image...

The monster nevers dies.

You know what I am.” The words breathed out in an auguished whisper. “I’m part demon, Clary. Part demon. You understood that much, didn’t you?” His eyes bored into her like drills. “You saw what...

A monster’s not a monster to another monster. At least that’s what I thought when I saw my mother-in-law talking to a statue of Stalin.

The rhythm of the footsteps, the sound of whatever is coming down the ladder is driving both me and my mom steadily toward peeing our pants.

He was six years old this time, and ancient.