Quotes About Angels

But there are hours when, from the heavens unfolding, Come down the angels with the glad release; And we look upward, to behold in glory Our suffering loved ones borne away to peace.

The flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.

It was a sweet and happy dream. The quiet spot, outside, seemed to remain the same, save that there was music in the air, and a sound of angels' wings.

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free; Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

It is a beautiful, a bless'd belief, That the beloved dead, grown angels, watch The dear ones left behind...

I'll love thee as the bee the flower In which the fragrant honey lies, As nightingales the evening hour, And as the star adores the skies. A guardian-angel, I'll watch o'er Thy soul, and every harm repel; But in return I still implore, Oh, love me truly,—love me well.

If you woo the company of the angels in your waking hours, they will be sure to come to you in your sleep.

To dream of an Angel is very good, denoting prosperity, joy, and the fulfilment of every wish. Should the angel turn away, it is a warning to reform.

While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls.

Angels have no philosophy but love.

We're all kissed by angels but some of us never think to pucker.

Angels are never too distant to hear you.

Carry sunshine with you, Brother, as you go; Cheerfulness will lighten Many a weight of woe. Angels guard the pathway Darkened by our fears, Sunshine makes a rainbow Even of our tears.

Ever felt an angel's breath in the gentle breeze? A teardrop in the falling rain? Hear a whisper amongst the rustle of leaves? Or been kissed by a lone snowflake? Nature is an angel's favorite hiding place.

As fish seek the surface of the ocean for food, and man its depths for their mysteries, so does man rise to the realms of the angels for spiritual food, while the angels descend into the atmosphere of earth, exploring its wonders.

The magnitude of life is overwhelming. Angels are here to help us take it peace by peace.

If you can't hear the angels, try quieting the static of worry.

Angels will not disintegrate with logic, but they are more likely to fly for those who believe.

Browsing the dim back corner Of a musty antique shop An old book of poetry fell open Gold-gilded dust filled the air Angels flew out from the pages I caught the whiff of a soul The ink seemed fresh as today Was that voices whispering? The tree of the paper still grows.

They try to burn the Devil out from books, but Angels of knowledge resist the flames of fear.

God gave the angels wings and humans chocolate.

Angels in disguise are flitting about everywhere, but hospice workers are the pure light of angels unmasked.

There is, indeed, much in nature that we do not yet half enjoy, because we shut our avenues of sensation and feeling. We are satisfied with the matter of fact, and look not for the spirit of fact which is above it. If we opened our minds to enjoyment, we might find tranquil pleasures spread about us on every side. We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower.