Quotes About Angels

The reduction of the universe to the compass of a single being, and the extension of a single being until it reaches God - that is love. Love is the salute of the angels to the stars. How sad is the heart when rendered sad by love! How great is the void created by the absence of the being who alone fills the world.

To be a saint is to be an exception; to be a true man is the rule. Err, fail, sin if you must, but be upright. To sin as little as possible is the law for men; to sin not at all is a dream for angels. All earthly things are subject to sin; if is like the force of gravity.

To realize one's dream. To whom is this accorded? There must be elections for this in heaven; we are all candidates, unknown to ourselves; the angels vote.

The presence of angels is an announcement of Paradise.

There are birds in the clouds, just as there are angels above human distresses; but what can they do for him? They sing and fly and float, and he, he rattles in the death agony.

Oh ! l'amour ! dit-elle, et sa voix tremblait, et son oeil rayonnait. C'est être deux et n'être qu'un. Un homme et une femme qui se fondent en un ange. C'est le ciel.

You have suffered greatly, poor mother. Oh ! do not lament, you have now the portion of the elect. It is in this way that mortals become angels. It is not their fault ; they do not know how to set about it otherwise. This hell from which you have come out is the first step towards Heaven. We must begin by that.

Pecar o menos possível é a lei dos homens. Não pecar nunca é sonho de anjos. Tudo o que é da terra está sujeito ao pecado. O pecado é uma gravitação.

The heart that serves, and loves, and clings, Hears everywhere the rush of angel wings.

Il appartenait sans aucun doute à cette lignée idéales de chenapans que la Providence institua, dès l'origine, pour l'équilibre des Séraphins.

Once upon a time, a little girl was raised by monsters. But angels burned the doorways to their world, and she was all alone.

Once upon a time, the sky knew the weight of angel armies on the move, and the wind blew infernal with the fire of their wings.

Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.

She tried to pray, but she had only ever prayed at night, and it seemed to her that the moons made poor protectors when angels chose to hunt by day.

Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love and dared to imagine a new way of living—one without massacres and torn throats and bonfires of the fallen, without revenants or bastard armies or children ripped from their mothers' arms to take their turn in the killing and dying. This was not that world.

Those seraphim who escaped into the neighbor world Eretz managed to hold the portal closed, and they held it to this day, pouring their strength into shoring up their sky to keep the darkness at bay. A bold young queen in that distant world was even now training a legion of angels and chimaera to battle the darkness and hopefully destroy it. But that's another story.

It's all very nice for Christians, yes? 'Angels' in Rome, 'demons' here. How neat, how tidy for the Western world view, and how wrong.

Érase una vez una niña que creció entre monstruos. Pero los ángeles incendiaron las puertas hacia su mundo, y ella quedó completamente sola.

She'd heard the word before; seraphim were some high order of angels, at least according to the Christian mythos, for which Brimstone had utter contempt, as he did for all religion. 'Humans have gotten glimpses of things over time,' he'd said. 'Just enough to make the rest up. It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.

Karou's glance flickered to where the corpse had been, which did not go unnoticed by Liraz. "You think I didn't learn?" the angel asked, incredulous. And with that, Karou almost dared to hope. "Did you?" she asked, and her voice was very small. Did you learn? Did you glean Ziri's soul? Dear gods and stardust, did you? Liraz started to tremble. "I don't know," she said, "I don't know." Her voice shattered, and just like that she was crying.

An alien landing would unify the world, just like in a science fiction movie. But "angels" had the potential to splinter humanity into a thousand sharp shards.

If there is a sphere where 'angels' dwell, is it a matter of semantics, whether we choose to call it Heaven?

Is another universe bigger or smaller than the idea of God? Does it matter? If there is a sphere where 'angels' dwell, is it a matter of semantics whether we choose to call it Heaven?

For then will be the incorruptible Judge, the terrible judgment-seat, the answer without excuses, the inevitable charges, the stern punishment, the endless Gehenna, the pitiless Angels, the yawning hell, the roaring stream of fire, the unquenchable flame, the dark prison, the rayless darkness, the bed of live coals, the sleepless worm, the indissoluble chains, the bottomless chaos, the impassable wall, the inconsolable cry, none to stand by me, none to plead for me, none to snatch me out.