Quotes About Angel

Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!

En un instante infinito la lluvia quedó suspendida en el aire, un millón de lágrimas de cristal flotando en el vacío, y vi al ángel besarla en la frente, sus labios marcando su piel como hierro candente.

Era entonces cuando la gran silueta oscura aparecía a la puerta de la casa, un gran ángel con rostro de mármol que me miraba y sonreía como un lobo, desplegando sus alas negras sobre Blanca y envolviéndola en su abrazo.

Julián is now the bathroom of the chief executive. That day, when I returned to the bookshop after visiting the old house, I found a parcel bearing a Paris postmark. It contained a book calledThe Angel

Nothing could stop tragedy from visiting your home. The angel of death would not pass over, leaving you unscathed, no matter how large your house was.

Music drew an angel down, said the poet: but what is that to drawing down worlds!

Angel began to comfort and reassure her, thinking to himself, truly enough, what a creature of moods she was, and how careful he would have to be of her when she depended for her happiness entirely on him.

She was not a woman; but she was not a man either and therefore not a human being. A solemn angel of daring with parted lips and dilated nostrils, that is what she was, an unapproachable Amazon of the realms of space beneath the canvas, high above the crowd, whose lust for her was transformed into awe.

The peculiar grace of a shaker chair is due to the fact that it was made by someone capable of believing that an angel might come and sit on it.

An assistant closed the heavy door on the lobby windows and the sun. She heard a lock snap shut; the sound echoed a moment. Passerine spread his arms in a gesture that seemed to belong to the priesthood of some remote culture; perhaps to a descending angel. The auctioneer cleared his throat. Oedipa settled back, to await the crying of lot 49.

Prophecy, annunciation, virginity. A hidden sword, an angel bearing a crown of jewels. An army of knights, a cloud of butterflies, a phallic arrow that missed its mark. A tower cell, an evil bishop, a king's betrayal. A heart that would not burn, a dove that flew from the flames that failed to dispatch that immortal heart.

A Favorite Recipe Good for All Souls Take a cup of kindness, And mix it well with love. Add a lot of patience, And faith in God above. Sprinkle very generously with Joy and thanks and cheer. And you'll have lots of angel food To feast on all the year! Submitted by Wanda C. Fields from her church cookbook Reidsville, North Carolina

The angel lay in the little thicket. It had no need of love. There was nothing anywhere in the world could startle it. We can lie here with the angel if we like. It couldn't have hurt much when they slit its throat.

Suchness In the theosophy of light, The logical universal Ceases to be anything more Than the dead body of an angel. What is substance? Our substance Is whatever we feed our angel. The perfect incense for worship Is camphor, whose flames leave no ashes. from Love is an Art of Time (1974) in The Complete Poems of Kenneth Rexroth, 702

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." He

Adult life is a process of becoming a guardian angel to ourselves. We have to learn how to nurture ourselves and how to gather the kind of people around us that can nurture us in the ways we like.

Hold everything. I missed a four-way chick fight. Then I find out someone's been nibbling." William's attention shifted to Olivia, who was still lying on the floor. "Please tell me our sweet little angel is the biter. It'll make me want her ever so much more.

Her hand fluttered over her heart. "Did you just say the word shopping without flinching?" "I did. So?" "So, that's gotta be a record. It's a worldwide fact men hate shopping." "How can I hate it when I've never done it?" Her lips curled into a slow, beautiful smile. "If you weren't already an angel, I'd dub you a saint. Poor guy. You have no idea what you're in for.

Si un ángel nos hablara de su filosofía, creo que algunas frases muy bien podrían sonar como "2 por 2 son 13".

In Heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

Just another night in Atlanta. Sitting on my porch between a Greek god who was really a human and an angel of death who was having an existential crisis.

Her solemn face of a Hebrew angel regarded me, ready, stripped of expression.

Even as I write these words, which should be lucid and filled with glowing colour, I feel the very darkness of my own personality invading my pen. Only perhaps in the ink of this darkness can this writing properly be written? It is not really possible to write like an angel, though some of our near-gods by heaven-inspired trickery sometimes seem to do it.

The peasant must always be helped technically, economically, morally and culturally. The guerrilla fighter will be a sort of guiding angel who has fallen into the zone, helping the poor always and bothering the rich as little as possible in the first phases of the war.