In the black sky no star is seen,
somewhere in ambush lurks the Angel of Death,
but the spices tongues of the masqueraders
are loose and shameless
A shout:
"Make way for the hero!"
Ah yes. Displacing the tall one,
he will step forth now without fail
and sing to us about holy vengeance…
So when an angel by divine command
With rising tempests shakes a guilty land,
Such as of late o'er pale Britannia passed,
Calm and serene he drives the furious blast;
And, pleas'd th' Almighty's orders to perform,
Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm.
Only charity admitteth no excess. For so we see, aspiring to be like God in power, the angels transgressed and fell; Ascendam, et ero similis altissimo: by aspiring to be like God in knowledge, man transgressed and fell; Eritis sicut Dii, scientes bonum et malum: but by aspiring to a similitude of God in goodness or love, neither man nor angel ever transgressed, or shall transgress.
Some Vietnam veterans have told me what they did over there when they were animals. They have been giving testimony about it to the public, to juries, to judges. Some of the juries cry, and so do some of the judges.
One Ex-Marine has a face like a Puerto Rican angel and a body count of 390. That means he and his unit killed 390 people in a variety of hideous ways, and the angel got to go count
the dead bodies for the record.
And now he and a lot of his buddies are trying to make up for what we made them do. We paid the taxes that bought the war that hired the men and dropped the fire that burned the huts and killed the people who then were the bodies that Scott counted. It's a rotten thing to brainwash someone into doing the dirty part of killing while we stay at home. It's a rotten
thing to pretend the war is coming to an end when it's only taken to the air. And in 1972 if you don't fight against a rotten thing you become a part of it.
What I'm asking you to do is take some risks. Stop paying war taxes, refuse the armed forces, organize against the air war, support the strikes and boycotts of farmers, workers and poor people, analyze the flag salute, give up the nation
state, share your money, refuse to hate, be willing to work … in short, sisters and brothers, arm up with love and come from the shadows.
Xander: "Ok, jetzt reichts. Ich verpass dem Kerl n schickes Halsband mit Glöckchen dran." (als Angel mal wieder lautlos verschwindet)
Season 3 - 08 Liebe und andere Schwierigkeiten (Änderung eines bereits vorhandenen Zitates) Spike zu Angel und Buffy: "Ihr seid keine Freunde - Ihr werdet niemals Freunde sein! Ihr werdet euch lieben bis es euch umbringt. Liebt euch, oder streitet euch, oder hasst euch bis auf"s Blut, aber Freunde werdet ihr nie sein! Liebe hat nichts mit dem Verstand zu tun! Sie liegt im Blut, man kann sich
nicht gegen das wehren was das Blut verlangt. Ich bin vielleicht ein Opfer meiner Gefühle, aber wenigstens bin ich manns genug und geb es zu!"
"Hey, ich bin hier an"nem großen Fisch drann! - Ja, das ist schon klar, und du wolltest gerade deine Angel rausholen."
(Colossus kämpft gegen Angel Dust, dabei wird ihre linke Brust entblößt)
Colossus (sehr verlegen, hält beide Arme vor das Gesicht): "Oww... ähh.... ähm.. Deine... Die Linke. ... Du bist eine sehr schöne Frau."
Angel Dust (angenehm überrascht, begeistert): "Och, das ist ja aufmerksam! (richtet ihre Kleidung) "Danke!"