Black Preacher Quotes
Fear not; your suffering will soon be over.
All succumb to the shadows of The Black Preacher; you are no different.
Your determination in the face of certain death is a tawdry spectacle.
If only you knew how near I am to you. Always.
You have no secrets from me. My spies have seen to that.
You call yourselves heroes, but I know what you really are.
Have you figured out which of your friends is a traitor?
You are naught but mewling children armed for war.
I shall have to teach you civility before I end you.
I have filled graveyards with fools such as you.
If you are trying to impress me, you have failed.
It is not a lack of skill but of conviction that condemns you.
Perhaps the next who come after you shall present a challenge.
Rest well, dear ones. There are only devils lurking in the shadows.
I have something special planned for you. Your friends, on the other hand...
Sleep is like death; it is a realm of nightmares.
What lies do you tell yourself before you close your eyes at night?
That look in your eyes; I've seen it before.
Have you ever noticed how willingly cattle fatten themselves?
Hope is the armor of fools.
The last man who opposed me utterly lost his mind. One wonders which came first.
Even the greatest men and women bleed. One might say only.
I know that your situation is grave, but rest assured; this is a game to me.
Dear child, I am no liar. We both know deception is for the weak.
Does it trouble you to know that you will die weeping?
Pray to your Arch-Feys. If they do not answer, I will.
I have always been humane, yet the killing years have eroded my patience.
Children have their playthings, men have their women, and I have you.
Do you have the courage to bore me? Broken toys are easily discarded.
I must admit, I thought you had more fight in you.
Bravo! I have long been a lover of tragedy.
I had such plans for you.
Love is how we choose where our spirit will break.
Perhaps one day you shall warrant my full attention.
How does it feel to know that even your triumphs will be forgotten?
Futility is a strange thing. We hate it, and crave it, because there is nothing else.
May the day's good fortune console the anguish of your passing.
I was hoping you would live long enough to witness my plans. Pity.
This is going to be easier than I thought.
Not one of your best days. If I were you, I would start making the most of them.
You should have turned back when you had the chance.
Your life is not worth the worms that shall devour it.
I would wager you never expected it to end this way. Perhaps you should have.
I always deal fairly with my guests; you shall get what you deserve.
The Land is engorged with justice.
See that you die with dignity; it is more than can be said for most.
This shall end the only way it can.
Do you hear them crying out "villain" and "devil"? They speak not of me.
Your blood shall run as cold as mine.
Murder ought to turn your stomach, but it is geting easier, is it not?
Take heart, little ones. I shall watch over you while you sleep.
So you fail to live up to expectations; how predictable.
I already knew I was beyond you. Now you have proven it.
I am a patient man, but the days of your wickedness are numbered.
Luck is a funny thing. For it to run out, there has to be some first.
Tell me, does it hurt terribly?
Death is cold.
The time has come to prove yourself, friend. You know what to do.
No one mourns when the arrogant pass.
Failure is hardly a surprise at this point.
There is never nothing to lose.
Cornered animals make the drollest sounds.
I am going to take my time. After all, you are taking yours.
Mine was a just war, and we tread on its spoils.
Terror answers terror.
Murder and torture is not about lust, and it's not about violence. It's about possession.
There are no monsters; only sons, fathers, and kings. And there will be more dead tomorrow.
You feel the warmth leave their flesh. You are looking into their eyes. In that moment, you are a god.
Learn to kill and mind the details. It is not unlike mending greaves. The first time, you are careful. By the thirteenth time, you forget where you left the awl.
What is one less soul writhing in the muck?
Do you feel remorse? I never quite grasped its utility.
Careful, now. If killing has not satisfied you yet, it never will.
Was today's violence unsatisfying? Perhaps tomorrow will do better.
Even devils have emotions. Then again, perhaps not.
We all have the power in our hands to kill, but most are too afraid to use it. The fearless ones control life itself.
If you endeavor to do something, do it well.
Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while your evil prying may call them into range.
Blood warms the heart. It’s like mulled wine, but with more screaming.
Horror is only the removal of masks.
The goal of all life is death.
There is no shame in weeping. Only do not give up; it spoils the fun.
Strange how nothingness seems to go on forever.
I would be lying if I said that nothing is watching you. I would also be telling the truth.
Most men are not wicked; they are sleepwalkers. Only the wakeful can be truly malicious.
I wonder which one of you is missing your soul.
Is gold truly all your life is worth?
It was over very quickly, raising a collective gasp from the crowd since it is something of a shock to see how far the blood spurts when a head is expertly severed.
No soldier ever wearies of receiving letters from home. The smallest detail was always of great interest to me and kept my memories from fading.
I was not even able to attend the burial of my parents. Their deaths had occurred during the height of a particularly close and bitter campaign, and I could not be spared.
When the birds grow silent, there's usually a good reason for it.
A rich man thinks all others are rich, and an intelligent man thinks all others are similarly gifted. Both are terribly shocked when they discover the truth of the world.
You shall find no sanctuary here, for I know every stone, every dark corner; this is my home. My home, and your graveyard.
My initial year of occupation—along with its judicious and much-talked-about executions—had inspired a new spirit of honesty in the land.
Such scum are beyond any honorable death from a blade.
The peace of the indifferent dead is held most in the mind of the living.
Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.
With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doting parents.
You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.
Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You purpose to kill me. How dare you sport thus with life? Do your duty towards me, and I will do mine towards you and the rest of mankind.
You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, strike me down.
I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived, and long for the moment when that imagination will haunt my thoughts no more.
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker.
I want you to believe... to believe in things that you cannot.
Despair has its own calms.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
The dead travel fast.
No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot?
Ah, it is the fault of our knowledge that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with a soul like yours.
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
Euthanasia is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
I want to cut off his head and take out his heart.
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
Truly there is no such thing as finality.
You shall know now, as others have learned in full, what it is to cross my path.
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
My toil must be in silence, and my efforts all in secret; for in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men will be my greatest strength.
My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
I have gained more knowledge out of the folly of you madmen than from the writings of the most wise.
You must not be alone; for to be alone is to be full of fears and alarms.
There will be pain for us all, but it will not be all pain, nor will this pain be the last.
Faith is that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
All succumb to the shadows of The Black Preacher; you are no different.
Your determination in the face of certain death is a tawdry spectacle.
If only you knew how near I am to you. Always.
You have no secrets from me. My spies have seen to that.
You call yourselves heroes, but I know what you really are.
Have you figured out which of your friends is a traitor?
You are naught but mewling children armed for war.
I shall have to teach you civility before I end you.
I have filled graveyards with fools such as you.
If you are trying to impress me, you have failed.
It is not a lack of skill but of conviction that condemns you.
Perhaps the next who come after you shall present a challenge.
Rest well, dear ones. There are only devils lurking in the shadows.
I have something special planned for you. Your friends, on the other hand...
Sleep is like death; it is a realm of nightmares.
What lies do you tell yourself before you close your eyes at night?
That look in your eyes; I've seen it before.
Have you ever noticed how willingly cattle fatten themselves?
Hope is the armor of fools.
The last man who opposed me utterly lost his mind. One wonders which came first.
Even the greatest men and women bleed. One might say only.
I know that your situation is grave, but rest assured; this is a game to me.
Dear child, I am no liar. We both know deception is for the weak.
Does it trouble you to know that you will die weeping?
Pray to your Arch-Feys. If they do not answer, I will.
I have always been humane, yet the killing years have eroded my patience.
Children have their playthings, men have their women, and I have you.
Do you have the courage to bore me? Broken toys are easily discarded.
I must admit, I thought you had more fight in you.
Bravo! I have long been a lover of tragedy.
I had such plans for you.
Love is how we choose where our spirit will break.
Perhaps one day you shall warrant my full attention.
How does it feel to know that even your triumphs will be forgotten?
Futility is a strange thing. We hate it, and crave it, because there is nothing else.
May the day's good fortune console the anguish of your passing.
I was hoping you would live long enough to witness my plans. Pity.
This is going to be easier than I thought.
Not one of your best days. If I were you, I would start making the most of them.
You should have turned back when you had the chance.
Your life is not worth the worms that shall devour it.
I would wager you never expected it to end this way. Perhaps you should have.
I always deal fairly with my guests; you shall get what you deserve.
The Land is engorged with justice.
See that you die with dignity; it is more than can be said for most.
This shall end the only way it can.
Do you hear them crying out "villain" and "devil"? They speak not of me.
Your blood shall run as cold as mine.
Murder ought to turn your stomach, but it is geting easier, is it not?
Take heart, little ones. I shall watch over you while you sleep.
So you fail to live up to expectations; how predictable.
I already knew I was beyond you. Now you have proven it.
I am a patient man, but the days of your wickedness are numbered.
Luck is a funny thing. For it to run out, there has to be some first.
Tell me, does it hurt terribly?
Death is cold.
The time has come to prove yourself, friend. You know what to do.
No one mourns when the arrogant pass.
Failure is hardly a surprise at this point.
There is never nothing to lose.
Cornered animals make the drollest sounds.
I am going to take my time. After all, you are taking yours.
Mine was a just war, and we tread on its spoils.
Terror answers terror.
Murder and torture is not about lust, and it's not about violence. It's about possession.
There are no monsters; only sons, fathers, and kings. And there will be more dead tomorrow.
You feel the warmth leave their flesh. You are looking into their eyes. In that moment, you are a god.
Learn to kill and mind the details. It is not unlike mending greaves. The first time, you are careful. By the thirteenth time, you forget where you left the awl.
What is one less soul writhing in the muck?
Do you feel remorse? I never quite grasped its utility.
Careful, now. If killing has not satisfied you yet, it never will.
Was today's violence unsatisfying? Perhaps tomorrow will do better.
Even devils have emotions. Then again, perhaps not.
We all have the power in our hands to kill, but most are too afraid to use it. The fearless ones control life itself.
If you endeavor to do something, do it well.
Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
There are horrors beyond life’s edge that we do not suspect, and once in a while your evil prying may call them into range.
Blood warms the heart. It’s like mulled wine, but with more screaming.
Horror is only the removal of masks.
The goal of all life is death.
There is no shame in weeping. Only do not give up; it spoils the fun.
Strange how nothingness seems to go on forever.
I would be lying if I said that nothing is watching you. I would also be telling the truth.
Most men are not wicked; they are sleepwalkers. Only the wakeful can be truly malicious.
I wonder which one of you is missing your soul.
Is gold truly all your life is worth?
It was over very quickly, raising a collective gasp from the crowd since it is something of a shock to see how far the blood spurts when a head is expertly severed.
No soldier ever wearies of receiving letters from home. The smallest detail was always of great interest to me and kept my memories from fading.
I was not even able to attend the burial of my parents. Their deaths had occurred during the height of a particularly close and bitter campaign, and I could not be spared.
When the birds grow silent, there's usually a good reason for it.
A rich man thinks all others are rich, and an intelligent man thinks all others are similarly gifted. Both are terribly shocked when they discover the truth of the world.
You shall find no sanctuary here, for I know every stone, every dark corner; this is my home. My home, and your graveyard.
My initial year of occupation—along with its judicious and much-talked-about executions—had inspired a new spirit of honesty in the land.
Such scum are beyond any honorable death from a blade.
The peace of the indifferent dead is held most in the mind of the living.
Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.
With how many things are we on the brink of becoming acquainted, if cowardice or carelessness did not restrain our inquiries.
I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.
Death snatches away many blooming children, the only hopes of their doting parents.
You hate me; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.
Remember that I have power; you believe yourself miserable, but I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you. You purpose to kill me. How dare you sport thus with life? Do your duty towards me, and I will do mine towards you and the rest of mankind.
You accuse me of murder; and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, strike me down.
I look on the hands which executed the deed; I think on the heart in which the imagination of it was conceived, and long for the moment when that imagination will haunt my thoughts no more.
There is a reason why all things are as they are.
I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul.
Remember my friend, that knowledge is stronger than memory, and we should not trust the weaker.
I want you to believe... to believe in things that you cannot.
Despair has its own calms.
Loneliness will sit over our roofs with brooding wings.
The dead travel fast.
No one but a woman can help a man when he is in trouble of the heart.
Though sympathy alone can't alter facts, it can help to make them more bearable.
Do you not think that there are things which you cannot understand, and yet which are; that some people see things that others cannot?
Ah, it is the fault of our knowledge that it wants to explain all; and if it explain not, then it says there is nothing to explain.
No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.
Doctor, you don't know what it is to doubt everything, even yourself. No, you don't; you couldn't with a soul like yours.
Do you believe in destiny? That even the powers of time can be altered for a single purpose? That the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds… true love?
Euthanasia is an excellent and comforting word! I am grateful to whoever invented it.
I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of me.
There are bad dreams for those who sleep unwisely.
There are mysteries which men can only guess at, which age by age they may solve only in part.
It is only when a man feels himself face to face with such horrors that he can understand their true import.
I want to cut off his head and take out his heart.
It is wonderful what tricks our dreams play us, and how conveniently we can imagine.
Truly there is no such thing as finality.
You shall know now, as others have learned in full, what it is to cross my path.
Love is, after all, a selfish thing; and it throws a black shadow on anything between which and the light it stands.
Sleep has no place it can call its own.
My toil must be in silence, and my efforts all in secret; for in this enlightened age, when men believe not even what they see, the doubting of wise men will be my greatest strength.
My revenge is just begun! I spread it over centuries, and time is on my side.
To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious!
He means to succeed, and a man who has centuries before him can afford to wait and to go slow.
I have gained more knowledge out of the folly of you madmen than from the writings of the most wise.
You must not be alone; for to be alone is to be full of fears and alarms.
There will be pain for us all, but it will not be all pain, nor will this pain be the last.
Faith is that faculty which enables us to believe things which we know to be untrue.
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