Quotes About Angels

The nurses were all angels in my eyes.

Angels often flee from people who scream too loudly—they know at such moments how close the man or woman is to us, and they feel outnumbered. For devils rush in to attend such outcries.

Debe abrirse a la muerte y a la nostalgia del limbo,del mundo animal. Debe abrirse a la muerte si quiere abrirse a la vida; entonces será como los ángeles¨.

No visiting angel, or explorer from another planet could have guessed that this bland orb teemed with vermin, with world-mastering, self-torturing, incipiently angelic beasts.

As he strode through the deserted city, he thought of the New Years of his childhood, before he was ten, before the Change, when the city had still glowed with the soft, deep enchantment of sugared angels spreading their sparkling wings in bakery windows, and bells whose limpid sounds rose like the sea at a moonlit tide, and glass ornaments turning slowly this way and that on dark tree branches, gathering in their reflections the whole wondrous, promise-filled world.

Culoarea este mângâierea ochiului, muzica surzilor - un cuvânt în întuneric. Deoarece am ascultat, vreme de zeci de mii de ani, spusele sufletelor ca pe un vuiet de vânt trecând din carte în carte È™i din lucru în lucru, am s? v? spun c? atingerea mea seam?n? cu atingerea îngerilor.

Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white, and in between the moon and you, the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air, between the rain, through myself and back again where? I don't know.

What is the knocking? What is the knocking at the door in the night? It is somebody who wants to do us harm. No, no, it is the three strange angels. Admit them, admit them.

Birkin came with Hermione. She had a rapt, triumphant look, like the fallen angels restored, yet still subtly demoniacal, now she held Birkin by the arm. And he was expressionless, neutralised, possessed by her as if it were his fate, without question.

lights, and go to The Angels' Christmas charity

What she didn't understand, she being spiritual and seeing religion as spirit, was that it took religion to save me from the spirit world, from orbiting the earth like Lucifer and the angels, that it took nothing less than touching the thread off the misty interstates and eating Christ himself to make me mortal man again and let me inhabit my own flesh and love her in the morning.

See that you don't look down on one of these little ones, because I tell you that in heaven their angels continually view the face of My Father in heaven" (Matthew 18:10).

Allow yourself to become aware of the nonphysical reality that you are a part of. Reach out to the angels or occupants of this higher invisible plane. Know that you can access guidance from those who've lived here before.

As you change the way you look at things so as to stay in that place of Divine love, the things you look at begin to change as well. This is because at these highest vibrational frequencies of unconditional love, you are vibrating in unity with the Source of all, that which we have come to call God. As I've stated many times in the writing of this book, with God (with love) all things are possible, and that includes attracting angels of love to guide you right in the moment.

Those clouds are angels' robes.

In a rather inexplicable phenomenon, music makes up a small part of the frequency of waves we see with our eyes. That's right, music and light are part of the same spectrum. It's just that we hear part of that spectrum, suggesting that the angels both hear and see light, which adds a whole new dimension to the idea of daybreak, high noon, or sundown.

Rightly or wrongly, I want you to spend your life making music where the angels sing along. Being a reflection. I think that'd be a life well spent. I failed to say that before now, and for that I'm sorry. If I may offer one excuse - I've never raised a son before. Please allow a few mistakes. I'm figuring this out as we go.

People here are trying to use angels like they once used their ancestral spirits. They are still trying to accumulate and direct mana like their ancestors did. There is almost no reference in this to Christ at all. Christianity is not about wielding power. It's not about personal charisma. It's not about mana. It is about meekness. Jesus gave up his power in order to die, weak and helpless, on the cross.

It is the desire for irreverence as much as anything else that brought me first to poetry. The need to make fun of authority, break taboos, celebrate the body and its functions, claim that one has seen angels in the same breath as one says that there is no god.

There's a book called "A Dictionary of Angels." No one has opened it in fifty years, I know, because when I did, The covers creaked, the pages Crumbled. There I discovered The angels were once as plentiful As species of flies. The sky at dusk Used to be thick with them. You had to wave both arms Just to keep them away. Now the sun is shining Through the tall windows. The library is a quiet place. Angels and gods huddled In dark unopened books.

"Christ, the Lord, is risen today,"Sons of men and angels say,Raise your joys and triumphs high,Sing, ye heavens, and earth reply.

Hark! the herald angels singGlory to the newborn King;Peace on earth, and mercy mild,God and sinners reconciled!Joyful all ye nations rise,Join the triumph of the skies;With th' angelic host proclaimChrist is born in Bethlehem.

The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up. The second angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sea turned into blood, and a third of the ships were destroyed.

...see, when I talk of eyes, the stars come out! Whose eyes are they? If they are angels' eyes, why do they look down here and see good men hurt, and only wink and sparkle all the night?