Matthias Quotes

“We are all someone's monster.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Have any of you wondered what I did with all the cash Pekka Rollins gave us?"
"Guns?" asked Jesper.
"Ships?" queried Inej.
"Bombs?" suggested Wylan.
"Political bribes?" offered Nina. They all looked at Matthias. "This is where you tell us how awful we are," she whispered.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“And what did you do, Matthias? What did you do to me in you dreams?”

“Everything,” he said, as he turned to go, “Everything.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Usually people don't start hating each other until a week into the job, but you two have a head start.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“She’d shown him in a thousand ways that she was honorable and strong and generous and very human, maybe even more vividly human than anyone he’d ever known. And if she was, then Grisha weren’t inherently evil. They were like anyone else—full of the potential to do great good, and also great harm. To ignore that would make Matthias the monster.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Nina, you taught me to be something better. They could be taught, too.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“He was quiet for a moment, and then he said, “Do you understand a little better now? What it’s like to face a power so alien? To face an enemy with such unnatural strength?”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Isn't that how things are done around here?" asked Wylan. "We all tell Kaz we're fine and then do something stupid?"

"Are we that predictable?" said Inej.

Wylan and Matthias said in unison, "Yes.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Matthias locked the cell door and hurried down the passage toward Nina, toward something more.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“And you're been nothing but a pain. So don't get all high and mighty. Good chocolate milk by the way."
Muscles ticked in Matthias' jaw. "It's not chocolate milk. It's Milo."
I took another sip. "Well, it's good.”
― A&E Kirk, Demons at Deadnight

“Matthias knew monsters, and one look at Kaz Brekker had told him this was a creature who had spent too long in the dark- he'd brought something back with him when he crawled in to the light.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Closer, druskelle," she crooned, taunting.
He threw an arm over her, hooking her back against his chest. She let out a startled oof and shifted uneasily.
"Stop moving," he muttered. He'd been close to girls- not many, it was true- but none of them had been like her. She was indecently round.
"You're cold and clammy," she complained with a shiver. "It's like lying next to a burly squid."
"You told me to get closer!"
"Ease up a bit," she instructed and when he did, she flipped over to face him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling back in a panic.
"Relax, druskelle. This isn't where I have my way with you."
His blue eyes narrowed. "I hate the way you talk.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“There's so much in the world you don't have to be afraid of, if you would only open your eyes.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“Straight up, Mels, the only reason I haven't completely jumped you is because I can't. I...can't." He threw up his free hand and let it fall back down to the bedspread. "And you know what sucks? I've been with a lot of women."

Annnnnnnd that made her chest hurt. "Before you were injured..."

He nodded. "Of all the things for my memory to come back on, right?"

Cue another kick in the solar plexus. "You remember them?"

"I hate it– because I would trade every single random fuck for just one night with you." He brushed her face with his fingertips and then brought his thumb to her mouth. With the same gentle pressure he'd put against her wrist, he caressed her lower lip. "I'd give up every one of them. Matter of fact, it feels like...a curse to have finally found someone like you, only to have it be too late. And that's where it's at. It's too late for me, Mels, and that's how you're killing me. When I look at you, when I see you move, when you smile or take a deep breath, I just... I die a little. Every time.”
― J.R. Ward, Rapture

“I'm not afraid of you," he said irritably.
"Then you're as stupid as you look.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Biblia pamoja na historia vinatwambia kuwa mitume kumi na wawili wa Yesu Kristo waliamua kufa kinyama kama mfalme wao alivyokufa, kwa sababu walikataa kukana imani yao juu ya Yesu Kristo.

Mathayo alikufa kwa ajili ya Ukristo nchini Ethiopia kwa jeraha lililotokana na kisu kikali, Marko akavutwa na farasi katika mitaa ya Alexandria nchini Misri mpaka akafa, kwa sababu alikataa kukana jina la Yesu Kristo.

Luka alinyongwa nchini Ugiriki kwa sababu ya kuhubiri Injili ya Yesu Kristo katika nchi ambapo watu hawakumtambua Yesu.

Yohana alichemshwa katika pipa la mafuta ya moto katika kipindi cha mateso makubwa ya Wakristo nchini Roma, lakini kimiujiza akaponea chupuchupu, kabla ya kufungwa katika gereza la kisiwa cha Patmo (Ugiriki) ambapo ndipo alipoandika kitabu cha Ufunuo. Mtume Yohana baadaye aliachiwa huru na kurudi Uturuki, ambapo alimtumikia Bwana kama Askofu wa Edessa. Alikufa kwa uzee, akiwa mtume pekee aliyekufa kwa amani.

Petro alisulubiwa kichwa chini miguu juu katika msalaba wa umbo la X kulingana na desturi za kikanisa za kipindi hicho, kwa sababu aliwaambia maadui zake ya kuwa alijisikia vibaya kufa kama alivyokufa mfalme wake Yesu Kristo.

Yakobo ndugu yake na Yesu (Yakobo Mkubwa), kiongozi wa kanisa mjini Yerusalemu, alirushwa kutoka juu ya mnara wa kusini-mashariki wa hekalu aliloliongoza la Hekalu Takatifu (zaidi ya futi mia moja kwenda chini) na baadaye kupigwa kwa virungu mpaka akafa, alipokataa kukana imani yake juu ya Yesu Kristo.

Yakobo mwana wa Zebedayo (Yakobo Mdogo) alikuwa mvuvi kabla Yesu Kristo hajamwita kuwa mchungaji wa Injili yake. Kama kiongozi wa kanisa hatimaye, Yakobo aliuwawa kwa kukatwa kichwa mjini Yerusalemu. Afisa wa Kirumi aliyemlinda Yakobo alishangaa sana jinsi Yakobo alivyolinda imani yake siku kesi yake iliposomwa. Baadaye afisa huyo alimsogelea Yakobo katika eneo la mauti. Nafsi yake ilipomsuta, alijitoa hatiani mbele ya hakimu kwa kumkubali Yesu Kristo kama kiongozi wa maisha yake; halafu akapiga magoti pembeni kwa Yakobo, ili na yeye akatwe kichwa kama mfuasi wa Yesu Kristo.

Bartholomayo, ambaye pia alijulikana kama Nathanali, alikuwa mmisionari huko Asia. Alimshuhudia Yesu mfalme wa wafalme katika Uturuki ya leo.
Bartholomayo aliteswa kwa sababu ya mahubiri yake huko Armenia, ambako inasemekana aliuwawa kwa kuchapwa bakora mbele ya halaiki ya watu iliyomdhihaki.

Andrea alisulubiwa katika msalaba wa X huko Patras nchini Ugiriki. Baada ya kuchapwa bakora kinyama na walinzi saba, alifungwa mwili mzima kwenye msalaba ili ateseke zaidi. Wafuasi wake waliokuwepo katika eneo la tukio waliripoti ya kuwa, alipokuwa akipelekwa msalabani, Andrea aliusalimia msalaba huo kwa maneno yafuatayo: "Nimekuwa nikitamani sana na nimekuwa nikiitegemea sana saa hii ya furaha. Msalaba uliwekwa wakfu na Mwenyezi Mungu baada ya mwili wa Yesu Kristo kuning’inizwa juu yake." Aliendelea kuwahubiria maadui zake kwa siku mbili zaidi, akiwa msalabani, mpaka akaishiwa na nguvu na kuaga dunia.

Tomaso alichomwa mkuki nchini India katika mojawapo ya safari zake za kimisionari akiwa na lengo la kuanzisha kanisa la Yesu Kristo katika bara la India.

Mathiya alichaguliwa na mitume kuchukua nafasi ya Yuda Iskarioti, baada ya kifo cha Yuda katika dimbwi la damu nchini India. Taarifa kuhusiana na maisha na kifo cha Mathiya zinachanganya na hazijulikani sawasawa. Lakini ipo imani kwamba Mathiya alipigwa mawe na Wayahudi huko Yerusalemu, kisha akauwawa kwa kukatwa kichwa.

Yuda Tadei, ndugu yake na Yesu, aliuwawa kwa mishale alipokataa kukana imani yake juu ya Yesu Kristo.

Mitume walikuwa na imani kubwa kwa sababu walishuhudia ufufuo wa Yesu Kristo, na miujiza mingine. Biblia ni kiwanda cha imani. Tunapaswa kuiamini Biblia kama mitume walivyomwamini Yesu Kristo, kwa sababu Biblia iliandikwa na mitume.”
― Enock Maregesi

“Tell them you hear the dead calling.”
― Leigh Bardugo, King of Scars

“What if I told you there's a rightness in this body? That ever since I understood what tailoring could do, I haven't been able to stop thinking about what might be?”
― Leigh Bardugo, Rule of Wolves

“Jesper knocked his head against the hull and cast his eyes heavenward. "Fine. But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute just so that I can annoy the hell out of your ghost." Brekker's lips quirked. "I'll just hire Matthias' ghost to kick your ghost's ass." "My ghost won't associate with your ghost," Matthias said primly, and then wondered if the sea air was rotting his brain.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“I was lured though, thought Matthias. And it wasn't just her beauty.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“Nina had wronged him, but she'd done it to protect her people. She'd hurt him, but she'd attempted everything in her power to make things right. She'd shown him in a thousand ways that she was honourable and strong and generous and very human, maybe more vividly human than anyone he'd ever known. And if she was, then Grisha weren't inherently evil. They were like anyone else - full of the potential to do great good, and also great harm. To ignore that would make Matthias the monster.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Six of Crows

“No, keeping it close is smart. Anything to keep Selena safe. It’s the…” His lip curled as he swallowed hard. “Didn’t need to know about the…where you keep it.”

“Another compliment? Wow, aren't you dishing them out like candy, you sugar puff. And all because of my bra.”

Even in the dark I could see his cheeks redden. “Shut up.”
― E. Kirk, Demons in Disguise

“I lift his chin and gaze into his face, so darkly beautiful, and I lower my mouth to his without a word...
Sometimes, there is no need for words.
It is not a romantic kiss, but a reassuring one.
"You need to let me go, Brian..."
"And you, I, Matthias," he says sadly, as I lift my head, and gaze into the eyes of Timothy, my husband, who has silently approached us on foot, sword drawn.
As I have just stated, sometimes words are unnecessary.
Timothy looks as if the weight of the entire world has fallen upon him. His eyes are wide and solemn, his face, gaunt. One solitary tear trickles down his cheek. His wings drag on the ground, the feathers filthy and dark with mud.
"Matthias, how could you?!" he whispers huskily. "You...of all people...betray me, with a...with a kiss?"
I open my mouth to protest, but no words emerge. Indeed, what can I say?”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“What kind of lube do you want?"
"G-god, I don't KNOW," I stammer, blushing furiously. "Just pick one."
He smiles cheekily, eyes sparkling with mischief as I'm standing there, half naked and DYING.
'That little fuck is really enjoying this,' I think affectionately, as he chooses a jar with a saucy grin and bats his eyelashes at me.
"So, what did you find?"
He grins wickedly.
"Banana custard!"
"Absolutely NOT!" I shout, and he grins.
"Just kidding. Penis colada?--oops." He blushes, and I roar with laughter.
"Was that a Freudian slip, My Love?”
― Lioness DeWinter, The Scent Of Jasmine

“Matty, you are crazy, cuckoo, banana-crackers!”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“I'd never given much thought to the biblical standpoint on homosexuality, because I was seemingly a born skeptic, and I could sense the evil prejudices of mortal men within the biblical text. I was frightened of God, and for good reason. If I had only picked up the New Testament in my younger days, my life would have been different. The God of the Old Testament was filled with vengeance and rage towards the beings that he created, giving them free will, and then punishing mankind for daring to use it.

Much as it was in the Bible, the dawning of the knowledge of manhood for me began in the garden...”
― Lioness DeWinter, Corinthians

“Morgan and Simone are a younger couple. Morgan, an albino with long, silver hair, is from Belfast, Northern Ireland. He's always joking around, and is very dramatic. He has been an actor and an artist's model. His husband, Simone, is very quiet. He's from Mexico, and is very artistic. We've spent countless hours together drawing, painting, and working with clay...Daddy Matt joined us one time, and sculpted a gift for Father Timothy. Father took one look at it, turned scarlet with embarrassment, and promptly hid it in their nightstand. I felt rather sorry for Dad, because he had worked so hard on it, and Father didn't proudly display it in the front room as he did with my work...

I don't know why. It looked like a perfectly good hot dog to me.

I told Father so, and he promptly sent me to my room, which was completely unfair, as I was only asking a question.”
― Lioness DeWinter, Corinthians

“Indeed, everyone is seemingly smiling and laughing, except for the large group of gypsy boys, and other followers of Tim's, whom have been sectioned off from the others. Knowing full well the risk of publicly supporting Timothy's ministry, they have nonetheless very bravely come to offer moral support, and to pay their last respects.

My eyes fill with tears at their dedication and loyalty; as humble as they are, every one of them is grander than any earthly king to me...”
― Lioness DeWinter, Southern Cross

“The group must have fled after being discovered, and the rest after taking the brunt end of Anya’s fireball.

Matthias reminded himself never to get on her bad side.”
― Robin Dalmar, Cove of Storms

“Not me. I wouldn’t want to know my future.”
“Me neither,” Matthias admitted. “I’d rather change the
past.”
― Robin Dalmar, Cove of Storms