Fallen Angel Quotes

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

“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

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

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

“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

“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

“Remember , that I am thy creature; I ought to be thy Adam; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed.”
― Mary Shelley

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

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

“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 (light novel) (Volume 4)

“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

“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

“Oh, Frankenstein, be not equitable to every other, and trample upon me alone, to whom thy justice, or even thy clemency and affection, is most due. Remember that I am thy creature: I ought to be thy Adam,; but I am rather the fallen angel, whom thou drivest from joy for no misdeed. Every where I see bliss, from which I alone am irrevocably excluded. I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.”
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein: The 1818 Text

“It’s the anniversary of the first day I realized I was madly
in love with you. That night, we went to your friend’s Halloween party. I remember the black dress you wore. You had feathery black angel wings attached to your back and glitter all over your body like you were a fairy from A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
“I dressed as a fallen angel that year.”
“You were my angel. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.”
― Kayla Cunningham, Fated to Love You

“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

“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

“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

“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

“Her angel didn’t look at all like she’d expected. He was no benevolent creature with long, flowing robes and a bland, peaceful smile. Instead he was the stuff of every teenage girl’s—and quite a few teenage boys’—fantasies.”
― 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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“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

“Don't be a fallen angel of desire.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“The fallen angel has freed himself from a thousand-year-old imprisonment and provides the reader with a super-observer play of the known and unknown spaces and the shadows of physical and subtle realities we construct in our minds to perceive and transact with what we call reality.”
― Rajinder Jhol, Shine

“There was once a very, very proud man who sought, with all of his might, to beat God the Almighty in something...anything. He tried everything imaginable, but always, he failed miserably. His efforts continued to no avail, until one day he heard a voice, and it said, 'God is an awful sinner...' Desperate to win at something, he chose to listen to the voice. He chose sin. He out-sinned God with flying colors, and laughed until his heart stopped beating. Ultimately, his victory against God claimed his life; because sin leads only to Death.”
― Criss Jami

“Macon Saint was the devil. Anyone with a lick of sense knew it. Unfortunately, when it came to Macon, none of my fellow classmates at Shermont High School seemed to possess the sense that God gave them. No, they'd all fawn over him as though her were a god. I suspected that was the true mark of the devil: turning people into starry-eyed fools when they ought to know better.
Not that I could blame them. Beauty made fools of us all. Macon had the face of an angel--- so beautiful you wondered if it truly had been sculpted by the hand of God, black hair so thick and glossy it might well have had a halo floating over it.”
― Kristen Callihan, Dear Enemy