Quotes About Angel

Porque el ángel de la muerte se lleva consigo el pasado para que la vida pueda continuar. Se lleva de cada momento pasado la parte que está muerta, y nosotros continuamos viviendo en el presente.

Sang malaikat maut adalah juga sang pengampun.

He's an angel. Isn't he supposed to love everyone, even the damned? Especially when said damned are his drinking buddies.

Love is the salutation of the angel to the stars

My girlfriend is a party girl angel who can kick some arse and cook.

i would rather be an angel than God

I am too miserable, too low-spirited, too sick of the world and all in it, including life itself, and I would not care if I heard this moment the flapping of the wings of the angel of death.

Someone named Angel was supposed to go with us tonight, but earlier today she got caught in the drain of her jacuzzi and almost drowned.

would be if someone came to find me.. if I froze in the snow with angel wings pressed into the ground.. my lips a pretty purple-blue.. my eyelids pink and my skin pale.. how beautiful they would say I was.. how perfect.

Love. I think an angel would fear falling in love with a mortal—someone who could be theirs for only a short time and then would slip away forever.

Crowley (An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards)

And gears, said Anathema. My bike didn't have gears. I'm sure my bike didn't have gears. Crowley leaned over to the angel. Oh lord, heal this bike, he whispered sarcastically. I'm sorry, I just got carried away, hissed Aziraphale.

He'd been an angel once. He hadn't meant to Fall. He'd just hung around with the wrong people.

Aziraphale was an angel, but he also worshiped books.

We love you, our angel, and always will," Papa said and patted me on the back. I knew enough of my Bible to realize why I had overheard, more than once, some of our Bowes Lyon relations refer to David and me as "the Benjamins." After all, Benjamin was the dearly beloved and youngest of his father's and Rachel's children and had many older half brothers.

He isn't what he's pretending to be with her. I watch him all the time. I'm going to be there when he stops pretending. I'm going to be her bulletproof vest, her shield, her fallen fucking angel, whether she wants one or not. He's pretending he's almost human. He's no more human than me.

I figure the folks that are the most interesting get to go to heaven. I mean, if I was God, that's who I'd want there with me ... I'd rather be a superhero in hell than an angel in heaven. What the feck would I do all day if I wasn't kicking demon ass?

He's so beautiful," she said wistfully. "He's like an angel." "Yep," I agreed flatly. "The one that fell.

And now she was just Gabby, currently staying in a dreamy, magnificent castle in Scotland with a Fae prince who did all kinds of non-nasty, non-inhuman things like tearing up lists of names, and returning tadpoles to lakes, and saving people's lives. Not to mention kissing with all the otherwordly splendor of a horny angel.

I'd rather be a superhero in hell, kicking all kinds of demon ass, than an angel in heaven, wafting around with a beatific smile on my face, playing a pansy harp all day. Dude, give me drums and bang cymbals! I like the crash and bang.

You came to Dublin, avenging angel, and what's the first thing you did? Fucked the devil. Oops, shit, eh?

I also figure being eternally happy would be eternally boring so I try not to be too interesting, even though it's hard for me. I'd rather be a superhero in hell, kicking all kinds of demon ass, than an angel in heaven, wafting around with a beatific smile on my face, playing a pansy harp all day. Dude, give me drums and big cymbals! I like the crash and bang.

Hi. Come on in." Call looked nervous, too. "After I told you about the binoculars, I wasn't sure I'd still be welcome." She smiled. "I remembered what happened that morning with the bear and decided to think of it as having a guardian angel." A corner of his mouth curved. "Now I'm an angel. I think I like that better than evil genie.

Do you sometimes feel you might be painted onto the world, find yourself standing like an angel in a Dutch interior, with nothing to do?