Quotes About The 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

“He will die, but not at your hands. You’re not capable of killing him. Your life will stay trapped in the darkness of black and white.” As she sipped her coffee, she reflected on the profound statement, “The existence of a good world is only possible because of the existence of a bad world!” She remembered Ronan’s words, which eerily echoed Sebastian’s. The bitter taste of coffee seemed to stir old memories, each one more vivid than the last. The past and present appeared to merge in the silence of the room, with only the rhythmic patter of the rain breaking the silence. It was a moment of reflection, nostalgia, and quiet introspection.

She hesitated for a moment but kept her eyes on me before asking, “How do I become a demon?” Her question made me smile. “Usually, a demon is created whenever a human soul commits all seven deadly sins and there is no saving them,” she nodded her head at me in understanding and I chuckled again and shook my head, “Abby, your soul is too pure to commit all seven. Maybe you could get away with a little envy, maybe even wrath, but not all seven.” She shook her head and said defiantly, “You don’t know my sins, I can be a sinner,” she stood up straight in the chair at the last part, she was being stubborn and it was adorable.

Diane’s P.O.V. They said that dying people would always have a clear reflection on how well they lived their lives on earth, from the start until the very end. The question would be, did I really live my life that well? Was I successfully able to do great and humane things for me to be accepted in heaven? At deathbed, people would start reminiscing about the good old days that in fact, were not really good after all. There were indeed so many lies and betrayals that would prevent us from moving on. A perfect life was indeed a joke.

For a while we just watched the screen without really watching it. The silence stretched between us, then he spoke. “Do you ever think about how weird it is that we’ve known each other this long and still barely know anything real?” he asked. I turned my head. “What do you mean?” “I know you hate cilantro. I know you steal Claire’s hoodies and never return them. I know you cry at commercials with dogs. But I don’t know what you’re actually afraid of. Or what you want that you don’t tell people.”

A word chosen specifically because it sounded legal without being legal, chosen to move in mouths and comment sections before anyone had time to examine it. Lila posted nothing. That silence, Mia had learned, was always louder than anything Lila actually said. "Baseless," Sarah read aloud from the couch. "He used it twice." "I heard." "You want me to be angry on your behalf or—" "I want you to order dinner," Mia said. "I've had a long week and I need someone else to make a decision about food."

I kissed him softly, then deeper, tasting salt and sin. “I know,” I murmured against his lips. “When I’m with you, I feel more alive than I’ve ever felt in my life. Maybe some sins are worth burning for.” We stayed there for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms on the desecrated altar. Neither of us made promises about stopping. We both knew we wouldn’t. Some loves are salvation. Ours was beautiful, devastating, and unholy. And we would keep choosing it anyway, until the day someone finally opened the wrong door and our secret burned us both to ashes.

Maddison slowly retraced her steps and went to their table, "Yes, Sister Georgina." Georgina eyed her, "What was that act in the place of God?" Maddison looked down, playing with her fingers, "I'm sorry Sister Georgina but I don't know what you're talking about." "Lying is a sin and you've committed two sins in a day, only Lord knows how much you've sinned, I don't want to report you." "Please do not report me, Sister Georgina, I'll go and confess my sins right away, and beg God for forgiveness," Maddison begged.

“You want me to tell you—” “Confess,” he butts in, grabbing a fistful of my hair. “I want you to tell me the truth. You wanted me to find you like this, didn’t you? That you like being my dirty, fucking secret, my dirty slut. Confess all your sins to your very own devil.” That word again, rubbing me in all the places I never knew I needed. Being degraded, pushed beneath his metaphorical hold on me, while also chasing his approval, wanting to tell him to make him want me just as terribly as I want him.

“ The sin of pride. “ He added. Why do I feel that I need the ten commandments now? They are all classified as sins but why do they have a perfect physical appearance? I shook my head and looked at the guy who’s obviously in his deepest thoughts. Seems like his mind is not here. “ This is Hearts, the sin of sloth. He’s always like this so don’t be confused. “ The man named Jake said. Sloth------a lazy one? He have a long reddish hair and an eye glasses. I can definitely see through what kind of sin he is by just looking at his tardy eyes. But still, a handsome one.

The woman I became causes me to cringe. I wore my jealousy, envy, and pain like a cloak. The shroud festered and grew with each joyful mother I glimpsed. I was hyper-focused on what I couldn’t have instead of celebrating what I had. I coveted other mothers, and that’s a sin. I’m not naïve enough to believe I am free of sin, but coveting others... That’s not the real me. I can’t believe how my green-eyed monster fed on my despair, and it grew with each passing day.