Quotes About Angels

Now all the knowledge and wisdom that is in creatures, whether angels or men, is nothing else but a participation of that one eternal, immutable and increased wisdom of God.

We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead," but angels throng about him saying, "A man is born."

Man, proud man, drest in a little brief authority, most ignorant of what he's most assur d, glassy essence, like an angry ape, plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven, as make the angels weep.

The question is this - Is man an ape or an angel? My Lord, I am on the side of the angels. I repudiate with indignation and abhorrence these new fanged theories.

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.

There are some men's souls that are so thin, so almost destitute of what is the true idea of soul, that were not the guardian angels so keen-sighted, they would altogether overlook them.

If I got rid of my demons, I'd lose my angels.

matters. Do you think, my daughters, that it is an easy matter to have to do business with the world, to live in the world, to engage in the affairs of the world, and, as I have said, to live as worldly men do, and yet inwardly to be strangers to the world, and enemies of the world, like persons who are in exile -- to be, in short, not men but angels?

Thorns and stings And those such things Just make stronger Our angel wings.

Browsing the dim back corner Of a musty antique shop Opened an old book of poetry 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.

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.

Angels, pixies, faerie dust Treading love and living lust.

Raindrops resplendent with angels patter my head and drizzle God's love over me. Wet rejoicing abounds!

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

Angels have no philosophy but love.

Being an author is having angels whisper in your ear — and devils, too.

Strawberries are the angels of the earth, innocent and sweet with green leafy wings reaching heavenward.

I wear a coat of angels' breath and warm myself with His love.

I skip to the heartbeat of my angel.

There are spunky little angels at the top of a bottle of wine and fearless little devils at the bottom.

If trouble hearing angels' song with thine ears, try listening with thy heart.

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

Angels sail back to God on the sea of joy.

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