Quotes About Angel

Satan himself masquerades as an angel of light.

Kind words are the music of the world. They have a power which seems to be beyond natural causes, as if they were some angel's song, which had lost its way and come on Earth, and sang on undyingly, smiting the hearts of men with sweetest wounds, and putting for the while an angel's nature into us.

I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother.

But look at that beautiful angel there! Do you really mean to say you don't believe in the Other Land? In an afterlife?' 'Just what we need.' Elphaba snorted as she picked up the tome. 'A post Vale-of-Tears Vale-of-Tears'.

Era la enamorada de todas las novelas, la heroína de todos los dramas, el vago "ella" de todos los volúmenes de versos. Encontraba en sus hombros el color ambarino de la odalisca en el baño, tenía el largo corpiño de las castellanas feudales; se parecía también a la mujer pálida de Barcelona ¡Pero por encima de todo era un ángel!

Mental note: Being the damsel in distress truly sucked angel feathers; avoid at all costs.

The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.

The day I got my first letter from a fan, I felt like I'd been touched by an angel.

We don't work for the government. We don't carry guns. We don't chase aliens. We are a man and a woman. The similarities end there... If 'X-Files' and 'Touched by an Angel' crashed on 'Highway to Heaven,' you'd have 'Mysterious Ways.'

I've played an angel on 'Touched by an Angel,' bringing the message of God's love. It was such a privilege for me as a person of faith to deliver the message.

I had the privilege of playing an angel on 'Touched by an Angel' for many years - almost two decades, and we would deliver a message on the show. The message was that God loves them, and before filming every scene, we would come together and pray.

My mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.

In the midst of a foggy field, the answers are hidden But the impossible journey deems them forbidden. The Reaper of Death, the Angel of Life. They walk together in day and night.

Given angel's wings, where might you fly? In what sweet heaven might you find your love? Unwilling to be bound, where might you move, Lost between the wonder and the why?

Be good. This will make your angel happy. When sorrows and misfortunes, physical or spiritual, afflict you, turn to your guardian angel with strong trust and he will help you.

There was a sense of being taken on a journey by the grandmaster of the road trip. You feel this weird angel taking you somewhere. You don't know where, but you trust him.

A child's voice, as clear and bright as the Angel's clarion, rose with the notes of the Adamantine aria, "For what is the Void but the beginning of Light? What is Light but the end of Fear? And what am I, but light given form? What am I, but the beginning of eternity?

Preaching Christ is not, of course, merely mentioning the name of Jesus or Christ in the sermon. It is not identifying Christ with Yahweh in the Old Testament, or the Angel of Yahweh, or the Commander of the Lord's army, or the Wisdom of God. It is not simply pointing to Christ from a distance or "drawing lines to Christ" by way of typology.

The idea that the Gate is dangerous and could destroy those who try to enter it is familiar to anyone who has seen the Magic Flute by Mozart or the many mandalas of India and Tibet that show fierce guardians at the gates. Even in Biblical mythology, there is an angel with a fiery sword at the Gate to Paradise.

Right here you made an angel of yourself, free-falling backwards into last night's snow, indenting a straight, neat, crucified shape, then flapping your arms, one stroke, a great bird, to leave the impression of wings. It worked.

You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?

When God wanted a city levelled, or all the first-born slaughtered in one night, he sent an angel.

Como un angel," I whisper. "Is our game over?" she asks nervously. "It's definitely over, querida. 'Cause what we're gonna do next is no game.

He who has not Christmas in his heart will never meet an angel.