Quotes About Angel

I know what good morals are, but you're supposed to disregard good morals when you're living in a crazy, bad world. If you're in hell, how can you live like an angel? You're surrounded by devils,trying to be an angel? That's like suicide.

There's nothing worse than illustrating a chapter on space travel with a photograph of the latest American satellite. Signor Garamond had taught me that it needs, at the very least, an angel by Dore.

Virginia sent the possibly rather unusual message 'She is an angel' and signed it by the nickname we always gave her – 'Goat'. This arrived 'She is an aged Goat' and soon after George returned crestfallen and miserable and retired to bed, suffering it was said from shock.

When love has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they are no longer anything but the two wings of the same spirit. Love, soar.

Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' replied the gypsy; 'it is to be brother and sister; two souls which touch without mingling, two fingers on one hand.' 'And love?' pursued Gringoire. 'Oh! love!' said she, and her voice trembled, and her eye beamed. 'That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

God will reward you,' he said. 'You must be an angel since you care for flowers.

God will bless you,' said he, 'you are an angel since you take care of the flowers.' 'No,' she replied. 'I am the devil, but that's all the same to me.

Il dort. Quoique le sort fut pour lui bien étrange, Il vivait. Il mourut quand il n'eut plus son ange. La choise simplement d'elle-même arriva. Comme la nuit se fait lorsque le jour s'en va. He is asleep. Though his mettle was sorely tried, He lived, and when he lost his angel, died. It happened calmly, on its own. The way night comes when day is done.

To commit the least possible sin is the law for man. To live without sin is the dream of an angel. Everything terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation.

Here we stop. On the threshold of wedding nights stands an angel smiling, a finger to his lips.

Do you know what friendship is?' he asked. 'Yes,' answered the gipsy; 'it is to be brother and sister, two souls which meet without mingling, two fingers of one hand.' 'And love?' continued Gringoire. 'Oh, love!' said she, and her voice trembled and her eye brightened. 'That is to be two and yet but one. A man and a woman blended into an angel. It is heaven itself.

He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, he lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, as the night comes when day is gone.

The night was starless and very dark. Without doubt, in the gloom some mighty angel was standing, with outstretched wings, awaiting the soul.

Should he remain in paradise and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?

Oh, love! That is to be two, and yet one. A man and a woman joined, as into an angel; that is heaven!

Sin as little as possible - that is the law of mankind. Not to sin at all is the dream of the angel. All earthly tings are subject to sin. Sin is like gravity.

The least possible sin is the law of man. No sin at all is the dream of the angel. All which is terrestrial is subject to sin. Sin is a gravitation.

He sleeps, though fate for him was truly odd. He lived. He died when his angel was gone. The thing just happened of its own accord As night comes on when day is gone.

Here we pause. On the threshold of wedding nights stands a smiling angel with his finger on his lips. The soul enters into contemplation before that sanctuary where the celebration of love takes place.

Cometer la menor cantidad de pecados posibles es la ley del hombre. No cometer ninguno es el sueño del ángel.

He sleeps. Although his fate was very strange, He lived. He died when he had no longer his angel. The thing came to pass simply, of itself, As the night comes when day is gone. a

God will reward you, he said. You must be an angel since you care for flowers. I'm no angel, she replied. I'm the devil, but it's all the same to me.

Duerme. Y, aunque el destino le dio andadura extraña, vivía. Y se murió cundo perdió a su ángel; sin más, sencillamente, le sucedió ese trance, como llega la noche cuando el día se marcha.

Et quoi qu'il fit, il retombait toujours sur ce poignant dilemme qui était au fond de sa rêverie : - rester dans le paradis et y devenir démon ! rentrer dans l'enfer et y devenir ange !