Quotes About Angels

I don't see how I possibly could have come from where I entered the planet to where I am now if there had not been angels along the way.

Man was created a little lower than the angels and has been getting a little lower ever since.

No creature, not even the most exalted angel, can understand God or have perfect knowledge of Him.

Dallas McCarver is my angel. Not a day goes by where I don't think of him.

The angels taken collectively are called heaven, for they constitute heaven; and yet that which makes heaven in general and in particular is the Divine that goes forth from the Lord and flows into the angels and is received by them.

Fuck you, angel. Fuck you and all God's little prison bitches. He slips you some cigarettes and a con job smile and you run off to do his dirty work for him. Go and scare some sinners. No one's listening to you here.

When the world began, there were no such things as monsters. Demons were just fallen angels who, booted out of Heaven and bored with Hell, wandered the Earth sticking little girls' pigtails in inkwells and sinking the occasional continent.

Once angels get an idea in their head, there's no arguing with them. Like cops and people who listen to reggae.

There are more angel sculptures, figurines, and paintings here than at a Vatican garage sale.

I guess with Heaven closed to mortals, it's been on my mind. Poor slobs living so-called good lives, praying for Heaven and ending up eyeball-deep in shit with all the other losers." "It sounds like you actually feel sorry for the righteous." "Fuck the righteous. I just don't like con jobs. You angels built Heaven and Hell, but you don't want kids playing on your lawns, so you locked everybody out.

If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

I have learned that real angels don't have gossamer white robes and Cherubic skin, they have calloused hands and smell of the days' sweat.

The eyes open to a cry of pulleys,And spirited from sleep, the astounded soulHangs for a moment bodiless and simpleas false dawn.Outside the open windowThe morning air is all awash with angels.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

He watched as I slipped one of the shoes on. "You have a guardian angel." "I don't believe in angels," I told him. "I believe in what I can do for myself." Well then, you have an amazing body." I glanced up at him with a questioning look. "For healing, I mean. I heard about the accident...

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?

We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I'd said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?" "There isn't," he said. "We're on our own. And we have to make the choices we think are best for our own survival.

Ooh. Top secret angel business, huh? What're you going to do? Dance on a pinhead? Lobby for National Cute Puppy Day?

Fucking angels -Georgina Kincaid in each book

Fucking angels

Do you know the price of one soul, Georgina? It's beyond rubies and diamonds, beyond any mortal reckoning. If it had taken me centuries, if it had taken a dozen more angels to help me, it all would have been worth it.

Angels often do now know whether they walk among the dead or living.

Blot out his name, then, record one lost soul more, One task more declined, one more footpath untrod, One more devils'-triumph and sorrow for angels, One wrong more to man, one more insult to God!