Quotes About Angels

How can you study geometry and not believe in a god? A god of perfect points and planes, surrounded by angels and angles of all different degrees...

This is where the staring angels go through. This is where all the stars bow down.

Both Hawk and Pike (like the Bull) are motionless, or almost motionless. In a planned, straightforward way, I began them as a series in which they would be angels – hanging in the radiant glory around the creator's throne, composed of terrific, holy power (there's a line in 'Hawk Roosting' almost verbatim from Job), but either quite still, or moving only very slowly – at peace, and actually composed of the glowing substance of the law. Like Sons of God.

This is the first time our power did not work,' [the witch doctors] told him. 'After doing the pujas, we asked the spirits to go and kill your family. But the spirits came back and told us they could not approach you or your family because you were always surrounded by fire. Then we called more powerful spirits to come after you--but they too returned, saying not only were you surrounded by fire, but angels were also around you all the time.' Jesu Das told them about Christ.

Can angels lie spine to spine? If not, how they must envy us humans

In almost all human history, figures descending from the sky would have been angels or gods or demons -- or Icarus hurtling down, his father, Daedalus, following too slowly to catch the vainglorious boy. What must it have felt like to inhabit a commonality of human experience -- all eyes to the sky, watching for some mythic to land?

The ones who send out the eternally unchanging prayer. The winged ones flying in the heavens... flapping the wings of happiness, full of love. It's a premonition that's almost like certainty. Someday there will be a chance meeting. We're sure to be drawn to each other. This is not the end. Beloved ones gathered by fate. Neither god nor human. The ones born wrapped in a dazzling love. They are called angels.

Beware angel investors: they can be disruptive.

Oh, Star of Hope, that shines to bless The Wanderer through Life's Wilderness! Angels of Love—say "Are ye come to lead the Weary Wanderer home?

The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.

But men must know, that in this theatre of man's life it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.

But men must know that in this theater of man's life it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers on.

The desire of excessive power caused the angels to fall the desire of knowledge caused men to fall.

TAL HAD TO laugh. Hardly presentable! Wasn't it strange, the way humans looked at themselves with eyes of flesh and not of the Spirit? Certainly that dear woman had been through mire and filth of every degree; she was scarred, exhausted, ragged, and dirty. But to the angels, she appeared as God Himself saw her, just as any other redeemed saint of the living God: pure, shining, clean, dressed in garments as white as snow.

Der Vorgriff auf das himmlische Jerusalem, wo Gott mit seinen Engeln thronte, sollte nichts Burgenhaftes mehr haben. In Burgen hauste nur der Teufel.

Perhaps the angels who fear to tread where fools rush in used to be fools who rushed in.

industry and utility are the angels of death who, with fiery swords, prevent man's return to Paradise.

You realize precisely how unfair it is to deal with you when you can fall back on heavenly messengers to talk you out of trouble?" "That's nothing," Wax said, "Ask me sometime about the conversation I had with god the last time I died.

There is nothing left of you, I can see it in your eyes. Sing the anthem of the angels,and say the last goodbye...

Without your wound where would your power be? It is your very remorse that makes your low voice tremble into the hearts of men. The very angels themselves cannot persuade the wretched and blundering children on earth as can one human being broken on the wheels of living. In Love's service only the wounded soldiers can serve. Draw back.

Arrebatada, repentina, inevitable, la felicidad cruza dejándonos el silencio como hacen los ángeles y las luciérnagas, igual que un colibrí o las hadas.

Wouldn't it be good to increase God's joy by letting God find me and carry me home and celebrate my return with the angels? Wouldn't it be wonderful to make God smile by giving God the chance to find me and love me lavishly? Questions like these raise a real issue: that of my own self-concept. Can I accept that I am worth looking for? Do I believe that there is a real desire in God to simply be with me?

Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.