Quotes About Angels

Why demons, when man himself is a demon?' the Nobel Laureate Singer's 'last demon' asked from his attic in Tishevitz. To which Chamcha's sense of balance, his much-to-be-said-for-and-against reflex, wished to add: 'And why angels, when man is angelic too?

How does newness come into the world? How is it born? Of what fusions, translations, conjoining is it made? How does it survive, extreme and dangerous as it is? What compromises, what deals, what betrayals of its secret nature must it make to stave off the wrecking crew, the exterminating angel, the guillotine? Is birth always a fall? Do angels have wings? Can men fly?

The only angels we need invoke are those of our better nature: reason, honesty, and love. The only demons we must fear are those that lurk inside every human mind: ignorance, hatred, greed, and faith , which is surely the devil's masterpiece.

Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.

Every one was born with a guardian angel.Guardian angels brightens our journey of life with divine love, protection, peace, healing, grace, strength and miracles.

People say there's the Angel of Life and the Angel of Death, but there's another one, too. The one who walks among us.' He could tell that she was listening. 'He's nothing fierce or terrible or filled with light. He's like us, sometimes we can't even tell him apart. Sometimes we're the ones who try to save him. He's there to show us who we are. Human beings aren't Gods. We make mistakes.

If we had no hurt and no sin to speak of, we'd be angels, and amgels can't love the way men and women do.

If this was what angels observed when they gazed upon our world, how we might murder each other and cause one another agony, then I pitied them as I pitied no others.

She thinks of the way angels arrive, when you lease expect them, when the road is dark, when you're bleeding and alone and hopeless, when you're sleeping in a basement, convinced that no one knows you're there.

I had heard it said that Malachi wrote so beautifully the angels came to watch, for words were the first thing God created out of the silence and were still the most beautiful of His creations.

The garden was burning, the air sparked with specks of flame as they say it will be in the World-to-Come when we walk beside the angels and have no fear of their illuminations or of their might.

If we had no hurt and no sin to speak of, we'd be angels, and angels can't love the way men and women do.

Sound like death approaching, angels can't prevent it.

No rest without love, No sleep without dreams of love - be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines the final wish is love.

No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love- be mad or chill obsessed with angels or machines, the final wish is love -cannot be bitter, cannot deny, cannot withhold if denied: the weight is too heavy

How mercy gets to exist, where it comes from, perhaps can be seen from the inner evidence and images of the poem — an act of self-realization, self acceptance and the consequent and inevitable relaxation of protective anxiety and self hood and the ability to see and love others in themselves as angels without stupid mental self deceiving moral categories selecting who it is safe to sympathize with and who is not safe.

Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

To those who believe the dead do not visit them, I say you have cataracts in your soul. I am a man of science, yet I believe in guardian angels and the haunting by ghosts.

May you rise with the sun, ready to make hay. May the rains come at night to wash your cares away. May you sleep with the angels sittin' on your bed. May you be an hour in Heaven a'fore the Devil knows you're dead.

A dread filled me, a dread unlike any I had ever felt. Not the terror of God, or his angels, but the sickly fear of man.

Do the hard thing. Keep being your best, keep thanking God, keep being good to people, keep declaring victory. When you do the hard thing, you set miracles into motion, angels go to work, good breaks come looking for you.

Thank God before you see the promise; that's what faith is all about. When God sees your altar, when He hears you thanking Him, praising Him, declaring His goodness, that's when angels go to work. That's when the door will open; healing will come, favor is released.

There is, therefore, a more perfect intellectual life in the angels. In them the intellect does not proceed to self-knowledge from anything exterior, but knows itself through itself.

Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.