Quotes About Angel

She turns the speedometer off. Running totally black now. Precipitating her way toward the sweet 'crete of the creek bottom like a black angel who has just had the shroud lines of her celestial parachute severed by the Almighty. And when the wheels finally meet the pavement, it just about drives her knees up through her jawbone. She finishes the whole gravitational transaction with not much altitude and a nasty head of dark velocity.

He gazes up at the ceiling of the chapel through half-closed eyes and thanks God for having sent him what is obviously a German spy and an angel of mercy rolled into one adorable package.

Heaven has no taste. Now- And not one single sushi restaurant. A look of pain crossed the angel's suddenly very serious face.

Use a gun that works every time. As George Washington said, 'All skill is in vain when an angel pisses in the flintlock of your musket.

Sou um menino que vê o amor pelo buraco da fechadura. Nunca fui outra coisa. Nasci menino, hei de morrer menino. E o buraco da fechadura é, realmente, a minha ótica de ficcionista. Sou (e sempre fui) um anjo pornográfico

Jamie: You know what I figured out today? Landon: What? Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel.

Maybe God has a bigger plan for me that i had for myself, likes,this journey never ends, likes,you were sent to me because I'm sick,to help me through all this, you're my angel!

Finding something like that in a war is like finding an angel in hell so i kept it with me

I've had an angel on my shoulder all my life.

I auditioned for the role of an angel in the Nativity play at school. I didn't get it. I auditioned for Mary; didn't get it. So I made up the character of the sheep who sat next to Baby Jesus.

I wanted to be white and blonde so I could be an angel in the school Nativity play. Because only the blonde girls were allowed to be the angels and angels are lovely and I just wanted to be lovely too.

I'm trying to decide if I'm having hallucinations and you're really an angel--or witch. Either one, I can't tell yet.

His girl was an adrenaline junkie. Who knew? That beautiful little angel face liked to do crazy shit. He was all kinds of crazy. He might just suit her. Hell, he fucking hoped so.

It was beyond his imagination that such a miracle could occur. Just when he knew he would walk into the sun without hesitation, he had been sent an angel. A slow smile softened his mouth. His angel refused to do anything he told her.

You look like an innocent angel, Shylah, but you kiss like fucking sin.

His hair was the color of dark coffee beans, a dark espresso, drawn back and tied at the nape of his neck. His face was that of an angel or a devil, strength and power, with a sensual mouth that hinted at cruelty; his hooded eyes were black obsidian, black ice, pure black magic.

Into the middle of that cauldron of intense, violent emotion suddenly came something soft and gentle. A wisp of memory. Courage. Beauty. A woman. Not any woman, but his woman, his lifemate. All red hair and fire. She walked like an angel where men feared to tread, where even his own kind would fear to venture.

Still, Buffy wavers in her duty as the Slayer: He's never done anything to hurt me. And she and Willow talk about him pretty much as they would talk about any boy they were interested in: Willow: Okay, here's something I gotta know: when Angel kissed you, I mean before he turned into...How was it? Buffy: Unbelievable. —ANGEL

And yet, there is an odd resonance to the discord of his actions: Buffy: "It's so weird…Every time something like that happens, my first instinct is to run and tell Angel. I can't believe it's the same person. He's the complete opposite of what he was." Willow: "Well…sort of, except…" Buffy: "Except what?" Willow: "You're still the only thing he thinks about." —"PASSION"

The angel has confided in me that he is going to ask the Lord if he can become Spider-Man. [...] The children need heroes, he says. I think he just wants to swing from buildings in tight red jammies.

The Angel Gabriel disappeared once for sixty years and they found him on earth hiding in the body of a man named Miles Davis.

And then again, maybe he could just climb a stream of angel piss to heaven.

You are not the anointed one," John said to Joshua. "Gabriel came to my father. Your angel didn't even have a name.

A lover who hates, a saint who sins, and an angel who kills.