Quotes About Angels

They were on the side of the angels, even if the angels weren't entirely sure that this was a good thing.

His grandfather used to say that there were angels whom devils would greet on the street. If that were true, thought Parker, then let the devils raise their hats to him. It would just make them easier to identify and destroy.

There's a kind of evil that isn't even in opposition to good, because good is an irrelevance to it. It's a foulness that's right at the heart of existence, born with the stuff of the universe. It's in the decay to which all things tend. It is, and it always will be, but in dying we leave it behind." "And while we're alive?" "We set our souls against it, and our saints and angels, too.

Most people who talked about angels seemed to picture a fusion of Tinker Bell and a crossing guard...

The angels saw him, who manage those skies he put his question to: they saw him, for this ring of earth is a place they often stop by, to gaze into it, as into a mirror, or through it, as through a keyhole. They smiled, hearing his question; and then one by one turned away, to look over their shoulders – for they were disturbed by a noise, a noise as of footfalls far away and faint, the footfalls of someone coming through behind.

Letting the task be master is a hard task for men, hardest of all for the angel's children, however distantly descended. But it could be learned: learned is the only way it could be learned, for I am a man. Far away and long ago the angels struggled in great anguish with the world, struggled unceasingly; but I would learn, yes, in the long engine summer of the world I would learn to live with it, I would.

It seemed, in those days, that the more the angels had to ride on, and talk over distances with, and get together by, the more separate they became. The more they made the world smaller, the greater the distances between them.

At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls.

Average is very acceptable in our society but I don't think the angels are applauding. If you are determined to be excellent, to not back out of it, you will reap a harvest in your life.

Angels have a sense of humor...The angels wants us to enjoy life. Have a good laugh at yourself every now and again for taking life seriously. Then take time to laugh with the angels!

Sometimes I have wondered whether life wouldn't be much more amusing if we were all devils, and no nonsense about angels and being good.

Our certainty that angels right now witness how we are walking through life should mightily influence the decisions we make. God is watching, and His angels are interested spectators too.

Being one of the angels is one of the few jobs that can totally change someone's life. For example, clients and designers who would have never given you a second look, now sit up and take notice.

O Christ, Thou hast ascended, Triumphantly on high! By cherub guards attended And armies of the sky: Let earth tell forth the story-- Our very flesh and bone, Immanuel, in glory, Ascends His Father's throne.

He tried to escape he could not Cut the binding cord of human love [...] Sweet venom His arrivals were swift And his departures sudden I couldn't understand how He lifted the shower door Right off its hinges [...] Love you he coughed and kissed me See you next week he was out The door like a thousand other times [...] Most reckless of reckless angels

It's food too fine for angels; yet come, takeAnd eat thy fill! It's Heaven's sugar cake.

But you have come to Mount Zion and to the city of the living God, the heavenly Jerusalem, and to innumerable angels in festive gathering, 23 to the assembly of the firstborn who are enrolled in heaven,

To face evil is not a problematic way; however, recognizing it whenever one lives and breathes, amongst the fake angels, becomes the intricate and radical context of reality.

Whether we are filled with joy or grief, our angels are close to us, speaking to our hearts of God's love.

How wonderful it must be to speak the language of the angels, with no words for hate and a million words for love!

Children often have imaginary playmates. I suspect that half of them are really their guardian angels.

When our mortal eyes close on this world for the last time, our angels open our spiritual eyes and escort us personally before the face of God.

The angels are always near to those who are grieving, to whisper to them that their loved ones are safe in the hand of God.

When babies look beyond you and giggle, maybe they're seeing angels.