Quotes About Angel

Ne parlons pas de toi. Tu es ineffable selon ta nature. D'autres fleurs ornent la table que tu transfigures. On te met dans un simple vase -, voici que tout change: c'est peut-être la même phrase, mais chantée par un ange.

Who says that all must vanish? Who knows, perhaps the flight of the bird you wound remains, and perhaps flowers survive caresses in us, in their ground. It isn't the gesture that lasts, but it dresses you again in gold armor--from breast to knees-- and the battle was so pure an Angel wears it after you.

If the angel deigns to come, it will be because you have convinced him, not by your tears, but by your humble resolve to be always beginning.

Here is the angel, who does not exist, and the devil, who does not exist; and man, who does exist, is in between them and, I cannot help it, their unreality makes him more real for me.

If you were to give yourself over to this angel, Rilke tells the reader, some day, some night, the angel's light hands kämen denn … dich ringender zu prüfen, und gingen wie Erzürnte durch das Haus und griffen dich als ob sie dich erschüfen und brächen dich aus deiner Form heraus. would come more fiercely to interrogate you, and rush to seize you blazing like a star, and bend you as if trying to create you, and break you open, out of who you are.

Si ahora se acercara el arcángel, el peligroso, detrás de las estrellas, si bajara dando un paso sólo y viniendo de allí: hacia arriba latiendo, nuestro propio corazón nos mataría. ¿Quién sois?

I see the spectacle of morning from the hill-top over against my house, from day-break to sun-rise, with emotions which an angel might share

At the exact moment when truth erupts, the subconscious changes from wastebasket file to angel writing in a book of gold.

O Woman! in our hours of ease,Uncertain, coy, and hard to please,And variable as the shadeBy the light quivering aspen made;When pain and anguish wring the brow,A ministering angel thou!

Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.

veil that hides the future from us is woven by an angel of mercy. Unfortunately, there's no veil that can shield us from our past. It's filled with ghosts. The ghosts of loved ones. The ghosts of enemies. They're with us always. They're here with us now.

Stories of a mythical angel paradise called an Angelopolis are like Peter Pan's Never Never Land.

I would have liked to catch hold of sleep at least once, just as I had been resolved to catch hold of death one day, to catch hold of the wings of the angel of sleep when it came for me, to grab it with two fingers like a butterfly after sneaking up on it from behind. [...] My sleep game was practice for the grand struggle with death.

What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.

They say that shoulder blades are where your wings were, when you were an angel," she said. "They say they're where your wings will grow again one day.

They were about as inconspicuous as a naked Schwarzenegger walking into a Hell's Angel club and saying, "Gimme your cloze.

EPIGRAPH And I saw in the right hand of him that sat on the throne a book written within and on the backside, sealed with seven seals. And I saw a strong angel proclaiming with a loud voice, Who is worthy to open the book, and to loose the seals thereof?

He felt the way he imagined an angel must feel doing its celebrated dance on the head of a pin while being counted by philosophers

It is a question of sudden and mysterious death. If I am to believe that it is a martyred angel who has been killed it does not add to the easiness of my task." "I certainly shouldn't call her an angel," said Miss Johnson and the acid tone was even more in evidence.

L'angelo sa di essere indistruttibile. Paradossalmente, è proprio questa sua certezza che lo rende tale.

What could be better than being a shatterling? Only one thing, I thought to myself. Being a wicked shatterling. Being a devil instead of an angel. Having all that power, all that wisdom, but being able to do anything with it. Being able to destroy as well as create.

I never wanted a Guardian Angel. I didn't ask for one. One was assigned to me.

I never heard anything so brilliant in my life as I did that first time I heard Ornette. He played like some revolutionary angel. Soon, we were rehearsing in his place, music scattered everywhere, and he was telling me to play outside the chord changes, which was exactly what I had been wanting to do. Now I had permission.

Beauty's nothingbut beginning of Terror we're still just able to bear,and why we adore it so is because it serenelydisdains to destroy us. Each single angel is terrible.