Quotes About The 7 Deadly Sins Novels & Stories

One should commit the sins healthily. Feel greed, but don’t be too greedy. Be greedy enough to live a comfortable life not a luxury life which comes by snatching others comfortable life. Have pride, only when you achieve something. Show wrath when some one wronged you. Be jealous and make that jealous as your motivation and work hard. Lust, show your lust to the one and only person in your life. Be lazy only when there is no work. Eat, when you are hungry. But Louis Beatrice’s body was filled with all these sins which were irredeemable.

After a disbelieving beat ticked by, I allowed my gaze to travel to the lazy bastard, who lounged in his chair and, I knew fromexperience, had full use of both of his hands. “Sloth is a sin,” I said, my gaze narrowed. “So is pride,” he returned. “In fact, it’s believed to be the deadliest of themall.” Ugh. Now I had to serve him, or I was the greater sinner. I hated whoever took the time to teach this man the Bible. I dropped my fork and forced a smile. “Tea or water, D’yavol?” Elbow resting on the armof his chair, he ran a thumb across his jaw like he was thinking about it. Ahint of pleasure sparkled in his eyes at the demeaning situation he’d put me in.

"Why do I get the feeling you all don't want me here?" "On the contrary," one of the five said, reaching nonchalantly over the table for a scone. "You know I like a show with my dessert." Wrath's grin widen as he pointed an excited finger at him. "Exactly why you're my favourite, Gluttony." Wrath... Gluttony? Don't tell me... The seven. Deadly. Motherfucking sins? Why didn't I put two and two together? It makes perfect sense now. Why does he exude so much power... he is a prince of hell. They all are.

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

I sighed in my head because she had started her usual boring sermon again. "Always keep in mind that you are a great child; avoid bad companies and bad influencers; and don't fall into the trap of peer pressure. Is that understandable?" She demanded. "Yes, ma," I sneered with a dramatic salute, and I received a short smile from her. "Lastly, say no to casual sex or any form of sinful relationship; you don't need it now. This is the time to focus and go get your certificate in order to aim higher in your career. No going to illegal parties or indecent dressing! And always read your Bible and attend church. I hope we are clear." She launched out, and I nodded.

Leslie let out a cold laugh. "You're just being stubborn! Andrew, no man has ever been able to ignore Ms. Phelan. Because in this world, whether men or women, everyone pales in comparison to Ms. Phelan's brilliance. You dare deny that?" A mocking smile appeared on Andrew's face. "I'm not denying anything. Ms. Phelan really is a one-of-a-kind beauty—flawless, even. But pride is the deadliest of the seven sins. I just hope Ms. Phelan doesn't fall too deep into her own reflection."

[KRISTEN] I've seen so many of the world's worse sides: greed, lust, anger—almost all the seven deadly sins colliding into my destiny like it was an ordinary day. Not only that, but I've also experienced almost all of it and later destroyed every single piece of me. This made me think about ending my life as soon as possible. "Stop! Why are you doing this to me?!" I could still hear myself shouting those words, crying for help, with no other words to utter but to ask why he would do such a thing.

"I am truly sorry for what he did to your mother. I am sorry for the life you were denied. He was a cruel man in ways I am only just beginning to understand. But Margaret, none of that justifies what you’ve done. My father’s sins don't give you the right to murder innocent people." "Innocent?" she screamed, the word ripping from her throat. She tried to lunge forward, the handcuffs clattering violently against the metal bed frame. "Nobody in that house is innocent! You all lived off the blood of people like my mother! You think your 'sorry' fixes it? It doesn't bring her back! It doesn't fix twenty-eight years of being a nobody in my own father’s house!"

I'd gone to his study to surprise him, only to find him bent over the design schematics for our rings. The original "Amor Aeternus" was crossed out. Replaced by that new line of Latin: Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. My sin, my greatest sin. Five years. The guilt had never left him. Her shadow still loomed over everything between us. "Isabella?" the priest prompted gently. I lifted my head and looked out at the crowd. My father, Don Rossi, his eyes filled with expectation. The Moretti council, sitting ramrod straight, waiting for the answer that would end a decades-long war between our two families.

I didn’t know what this sudden rush of emotions was, but one this what my intuition was screaming at me was that this man was sin. He was danger.