Novel & Cerita Steins Gate Quotes

We turned left from the avenue/street onto what looked like the entrance into a separated part of this mini city. I looked at the huge, metal...almost jail like gates. Guest quarters huh? "Fuck!" Brian screamed behind me. I whipped around to find him holding his hand which was glaring red and looked blistered. I walked up to him in two quick steps and assessed his hand with my own. "Oh did I forget to tell you not to touch the gates? They're silver..." He said and chuckled. I wanted to glare at him but kept my cool.

“So deep that even the worms will never find your rotten bones, and the crows will forget your name by morning.” He freezes. One second, two, three. Then he walks out. His dogs follow fast. And the door shuts behind them with a slam that echoes. Silence falls. So thick and heavy. I turn to Lev. He is standing stiff as he waits. I keep my voice low and controlled. “Double the guards. Triple them. I want every gate, every wall, every shadow covered. I just do not understand how that bastard slipped through your men.” “But I will let it go, only because the idiot knows every hidden place in these walls from when he was still welcome.”

And as I stand upon a rock to face the Army, I do feel some sort of achievement and a sense of closeness, that all these men and women have come to save in their own. "My fellow brothers and sisters, I have a few words to say before we go into this blindly. Kill them all!" With that, there is a cheer and apparent fear that this might be the last breath for some, but it shall be a breath they will gladly take. So taking the lead, I swing the steel gate open with ease; this was put here with the very purpose of keeping the Kings of Hell in but that purpose has obviously failed.

‎ ‎ ‎Now, the only problem was, Gates of hell was only open at night. ‎ ‎ ‎As I drove, the last words Lucas shot at me caused me to jerk up in my stomach. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎There was no way he meant that right? ‎ ‎ ‎Afterall like he said, I did him a favor and this was his way of paying me back. ‎ ‎****** ‎ ‎Mid morning gates of hell had a fuzzy touch to it, quiet, less erratic and less to no people. ‎ ‎I stepped out of the car and went straight through the gates,

If I wasn’t so pissed, I’d laugh at myself. “We’re… we’re here,” I looked away, staring now at the big ass black gate with skulls hanging on the large big walls. I walked out of the car, blew out the smoke and said with my hands on my waist, “Well, fuck me, they’ve still not decorated this place,”

The gates opened by themselves. And we walked in. **Inside the Trial Gate** The inside was different. No ash. No trees. Just a round stone room. Empty. Until the walls began to glow. One by one, lights shaped like people appeared. Each glowing figure was a memory. I saw my mom as a baby. Then as a child. Then a woman in flames. I gasped. “What is this?” Daisy whispered. A voice answered. **"The fire remembers. To pass, you must face your truth."**

It appeared that Count David had grown tired of gazing at my disdainful expression; at last, he uttered, "Unbolt the gate and extend a warm greeting to our visitor." At his command, the soldiers standing behind him swiftly sprang into action. A mystical incantation echoed through the air, and the resounding clocks and clatters of the metal gate reverberated around us. The seemingly fragile city gate, when viewed from the outside, revealed itself to be over a meter thick. The gate was a curious blend of natural wood and enchanted steel, with only the initial few inches crafted from the former and the remainder fortified with the latter. [Reinforced Metal II]

I stopped at the gate, and he looked up. "Oh, my God," he exclaimed when he saw my gate. I must testify that it was not merely an entrance but a statement of wealth and timeless beauty. The threshold between the ordinary and the extraordinary in memory of Denise. "I hope there is no problem," I asked him pretending not to know his problem. "Your gate is beautiful," he said, admiring my gate, which was crafted from the finest materials, each detail painstakingly chiseled by master artisans. "Thank you for the compliment but it is just like yours," I responded.

"I say that ALL THEATRES must be shut down! All idle time must be FORBIDDEN! Return to your houses of worship!” It reminded Caitlin of the people who preached from street corners in New York City. In some ways, nothing had changed. They came to another gateway, right in the middle of the street, with a sign that read “Temple Barre, City Gate.” Caitlin was amazed that cities actually had gates. The large, imposing gate was open, for people to pass right through, and Caitlin wondered if they closed it at night. On either side stood more guards.

“You’re dumb if you think you can make it over that gate without getting killed.” A masculine voice cut through the silence. And my blood turns cold.