Quotes About Angels

O Christ, Son of the Living God, May Your holy angels guard our sleep. May they watch over us as we rest And hover around our beds. . . . May no dreams disturb our rest And no nightmares darken our dreams. . . . May the virtue of our daily work Hallow our nightly prayers. May our sleep be deep and soft, So our work be fresh and hard. Amen. —PATRICK OF IRELAND (c. 387–c. 460)

Living Lord, You have watched over me, and put Your hand on my head during the long, dark hours of night. Your holy angels have protected me from all harm and pain. To You, Lord, I owe life itself. Continue to watch over me and bless me during the hours of day. Amen. —JACOB BOEHME (1575

Sleep, my soul, and peace attend Thee, all through the night; Guardian angels God will send Thee, all through the night. Slow the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and vale in slumber sleeping, God His loving vigil keeping, All through the night. Amen. —WELSH FOLK SONG

Children are angels in exile, so close to God. They haven't had time to separate from Him. Ali

She despised weakness, especially her own. She'd seared most of heremotional needs with the white-hit iron of self-reliance andindependence years before.~Angels Unaware

Angels are not merely forms of extraterrestrial intelligence. They are forms of extra-cosmic intelligence.

It is at the name of Jesus, the Christ made man, that every knee is to bend in heaven. The overwhelming revelation made to the angels in the mystery of the Ascension is not that they are to adore the Eternal Word --- that is already the object of their liturgy; but rather, they are to adore the Word Incarnate --- and that overturns all of heaven, just as the Incarnation revolutionized all the earth.

But," she said to the priest, "I'm not dead yet. I've heard the angels farting on the ceiling.

The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

The guardian angels of life fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.

I have this notion that maybe this world is the hell of the angels. That maybe we're creatures with angels exiled in our souls, banished to this godawful existence, howling in despair...and all those beautiful dreams we have are only the ravings of those angels, their screams in our animal minds.

I have this notion that maybe this world is the hell of the angels. That maybe we're creatures with angels exiled in our souls, banished to this godawful existence, crying in despair… and all those fancy frigging dreams we have are only the cries of those poor old angels, their screams in our animal minds

Revelation, Charlie explained, predicted that locusts would come, and locusts were, of course, beetles—the Beatles. John said that the locusts would have "scales like iron breastplates"—according to Charlie, these were the Beatles' guitars. And there was more: Revelation also told of angels coming to earth, with the first four being the Beatles. The fifth, "given the key to the shaft of the bottomless pit," was Charlie.

This machine or creature or some combination of both that can manipulate molecules, that can store energy where it will, that can hide the bulk of its intent and its machinations from us. That lives with angels within it and with the vestiges of its own terroir, the hints of its homeland, to which it can never return because it no longer exists.

Do you know what that means? 'Man of God.' An odd name, isn't it? It teaches us that what we call angels are only men. There are no real angels. And men? Oh, there are men, all right, unfortunately for the angels and for ourselves. And what is worse is that they are real.

Our sages teach us that two angels attach themselves to a man at birth and never leave him. One walks before and helps him climb mountains, the other follows in the shadows and pushes him toward his fall.

All creatures, with two exceptions that we know of, have willingly taken the places appointed to them. The Bible speaks of angels who rebelled and therefore were cast down out of heaven, and of the fall of man.

I wouldn't have been sent back to help you, Tristan continued. I wouldn't have been made an angel if it weren't important that you live, Ivy. I want you to be mine -Ivy could hear the pain in his voice- but you're not. I am! she cried out loud. We're on different sides of a river, he said, and it's a river that neither of us can cross. You were meant for somebody else.

Saint Anthony said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company.

If one believed in angels one would feel that they must love us best when we are asleep and cannot hurt each other; and what a mercy it is that once in every twenty-four hours we are too utterly weary to go on being unkind. The doors shut, and the lights go out, and the sharpest tongue is silent, and all of us, scolder and scolded, happy and unhappy, master and slave, judge and culprit, are children again, tired, and hushed, and helpless, and forgiven. And

But there are some born to do penance by nature. Maybe they lift the load for some of us who take it quite comfortably that we're humankind, and not angels.

There hath he lain for ages and will lieBattening upon huge seaworms in his sleep,Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;Then once by man and angels to be seen,In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.

God, the Exalted, gave the angels intellect without desires, He gave the animals desires without intellect, and He gave both to the sons of Adam. So a man whose intellect prevails over his desires is better than the angels, whilst a man whose desire prevails over his intellect is worse than the animals.

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere, & it's gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere, Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded. But that's a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear. And it's a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get there Can you send an angel? Can you send me an angel...to guide me.