The seraph looked up, and pain sliced through my head as our eyes met, almost blinding me. "I honor you. You can do something I cannot," it said softly. "For all I am and all I have been, you are human. You are loved for your inventiveness, both good and bad. I can kill, but you can create. You can even create. . . an end," it said wistfully. "That's something I will never be able to do. Accept this. Create.
He’s so beautiful,” she said wistfully. “He’s like an angel. ” “Yep,” I agreed flatly. “The one that fell.
When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.
It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.