Angels Quotes - Page 2

L'avrebbe trovata?
Senza il minimo dubbio.
L'avrebbe salvata?
Sempre.

Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?" Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds.

I repeated the question and gave a heaving sigh of relief when Jameson said I had the wrong idea.

"He's going to 'lead us into temptation.'"

"That doesn't sound so bad," Des said with a cheeky grin.

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept - the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t.

We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.

Angels had fallen, men have sinned.
It does not mean that God has failed.

Two or three angels
Came near to the earth.
They saw a fat church.
Little black streams of people
Came and went in continually.
And the angels were puzzled
To know why the people went thus,
And why they stayed so long within.

Be content not with your lot in life but with being here in the flow of life. The glories of creation are in your very cells; you are made of the same mindstuff as the angels, the stars, and god himself.

I don't believe in angels and I have trouble with the whole God thing. I don't want to say I don't believe in God but I don't think I do. But I believe in people who do.

Fuck you, angel. Fuck you and all God's little prison bitches. He slips you some cigarettes and a con job smile and you run off to do his dirty work for him. Go and scare some sinners. No one's listening to you here.

The perplexity, the potential - God’s own crucible was not for angels.

God? We don't know what He's like. But at least now that we're dead we all know we don't know, whereas on Earth we all thought we knew, and those who didn't know didn't know that they knew they didn't know. They didn't find that out till they'd been here in purgatory for a while. Now we all know we don't know. Even the angels.

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to every living heart and hearth-stone, all over this broad land, will yet swell the chorus of the Union, when again touched, as surely they will be, by the better angels of our nature.
-as quoted in THE RIVER OF WINGED DREAMS

It’s like we have the bones of animals and the hearts of angels.

It’s complicated,” I said in defense, hands going up to show surrender.

“Talk slowly,” Jenna retorted derisively.

“Okay, I deserved that,” I admitted.

Every angel is terrifying.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

[Saint Anthony] said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company.

It was pride that changed angels into devils; it is humility that makes men as angels.

He who has rejected his demons badgers us to death with his angels