Quotes About Angel

Waiting for an angel. Someone to ameliorate. Lift me over difficulties. I stop looking. My angel is me.

I'm pretty sure somewhere in the afterlife, some woman is feeling ashamed of herself because her cloud isn't as silver as the angel next door's.

During my mental illness, thank God, my grandma was my human rescuer and angel, she ask me to stop taking the medication, leading to the recovering.

An Angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision and by bringing within his reach some truth which the Angel himself contemplates.

Kindness is the touch of an angel's hand.

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

I feel that there is an angel inside me whom I am constantly shocking.

The identity badge pinned to Sandrine's white tunic says "Speech Therapist," but it should read "Guardian Angel.

Oh, but Satan is attractive! Proud and bold and beautiful—the angel of the morning, you know. Evil always has to be gaudier and more glamorous than good, or it wouldn't draw any converts at all.

and there is such honesty and innocence to her voice I want to hold her. The bedside lamplight is a rich golden color, and it is falling on her face in a way that makes it seem gilded. For a moment, L.D. looks to me like an angel. Another case of illusion only being the larger truth.

For a moment she lay still in the big bed, blinking sleepily, loath to move. And then she realized that the angel's song hadn't stopped on her waking. Silence sat up. The tantalizingly beautiful voice was coming from the half-open door to Mickey O'Connor's room.

Do you no longer believe in your luck?' 'You're not my luck, fallen angel, or even my dearest friend. You're my love. My true love.

Why do you come here? I promised. I release you from your promise! It wasn't you I promised, the angel said quietly.

The lodging arrangements had certainly been inspired, though whether by an angel or an imp remained to be seen.

this was an ageless voice that might have belonged to a child or an angel. Blessed be the human condition, thought Cadfael, which allows us marred and fallible creatures who are neither angels nor children to make sounds like these, that belong in another world. Unlooked for mercies, undeserved grace!

When a good man loves a good woman, God smiles. When a good man loves a good woman, God smiles so broad and bright that the angel guarding the gate to Eden puts down his fiery sword. I've been to busy to get to Eden. What kind of man is too busy to make God smile?

Dios mío, os doy gracias por haberme permitido salir victorioso de la lucha que acabo de sostener contra el mal; haced que esta victoria me dé fuerza para resistir las nuevas tentaciones. Y a vos, mi ángel guardián, os doy las gracias por la asistencia que me habéis dado. Que mi sumisión a vuestros consejos me haga digno de continuar en vuestra protección.

Fallen Angel?" "Maybe," Kat answered, looking to the sky. "But even on a night with no moon, that inner courtyard is awfully small to risk someone seeing you or your parachute. And no one builds guard towers if they aren't going to fill them with guards.

The idea is that angel investors are supposed to be wealthy people supporting people who need funds, typically who are not wealthy, and don't have the ability to do it themselves.

So, you're the angel of Death?" The angel shook his head, a little embarrassed. "I don't have that honor. In Heaven, I'm the celestial who bears the great golden quills, the silver Chroma, the holy vellums upon which the Lord God inscribes the fate of the universe." Tiras's eyes narrowed. "You're in charge of office supplies. You're the angel of office supplies." The

An angel wouldn't know fun if it showed up in a blimp with dancing girls and a full bar.

I don't seem to be alone anymore." "Very well," says Vehuel. "We'd like—" "Shh," he says, holding up a hand. "I'm trying to count." "Of course," Vehuel says in a tone that makes it pretty obvious she's not used to getting shushed.

I heard every time you call an excommunicated priest 'Father,' an angel gets hemorrhoids.

What kind of sick bastard burns down a Christmas tree?" Hugh and I exchanged glances. "That's an excellent question," I said dryly. Peter looked startled. "Was it you?" he asked Hugh. "No," said the imp. "It was Carter." "Your Christmas tree was burned down by an angel?" asked Cody. "Yup. The irony isn't lost on me