'I need to see what she saw. Please.'
Close your eyes.
Angels and Demons can’t cross over onto our plane. So, instead we get what I call half-breeds. The influence peddlers. They can only whisper in our ears. But a single word can give you courage, or turn your favorite pleasure into your worst nightmare. Those with the demon’s touch like those part angel, living alongside us. They call it the balance. I call it hypocritical bullshit. /Constantine (2005)
Heaven and hell are right here, behind every wall, every window, the world behind the world. And we’re smack in the middle.
“If sweet, sweet God loves you so, then I will make you worthy of his love.”