Quotes About Angels

The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er th' ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.

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

Oh Woman! lovely Woman! Nature made thee To temper Man: We had been Brutes without you, Angels are Painted fair, to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of Heav'n, Amazing Brightness, Purity and Truth, Eternal Joy, and everlasting Love.

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

The truth is that monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes they win. That our better angels sometimes — often! — win instead, in spite of all odds, is another truth of The Shining. And thank God it is.

In the garden I tend to drop my thoughts here and there. To the flowers I whisper the secrets I keep and the hopes I breathe. I know they are there to eavesdrop for the angels.

Angels don't get paid even though theirs is some of the most important work around. Ditto for volunteers.

A sunbeam to warm you, A moonbeam to charm you, A sheltering angel, so nothing can harm you.

It is the proper function of the theologian to go back and forth, like the angels on Jacob's ladder, between heaven and earth and to weave continually new connections between them.

I just want to say, good night, sweet prince, may flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

There are angels on the tree?" "Ah, because we all pray there are really angels watching over us, don't we?

Your heart is like a divine scroll that unfolds into life like the stories of angels in flight.

Not like Dante discovering a commedia upon the slopes of heaven I would paint a different kind of Paradiso in which the people would be naked as they always are in scenes like that because it is supposed to be a painting of their souls but there would be no anxious angels telling them how heaven is the perfect picture of a monarchy and there would be no fires burning in the hellish holes below in which I might have stepped nor any altars in the sky except fountains of imagination

Whatever sorrow thy young heart have found, Open it well, this ever-sacred wound Dealt by dark angels--give thy soul relief. Naught makes us nobler than a noble grief.

When angels visit earth, the messengers Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind: Before the throne, they all are living fire.

And the ideologies trailed after these impossible events like condemned prisoners, as ideologies do when they've had their day. Because they have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.

All this bit about angels and all the different religions, it's based on something. I think anything's possible. I believe in everything until it's disproved.

A story in the Talmud relates that after the Israelites had safely crossed the Red Sea,* they sang a song of praise to God, but when the angels sought to join the triumphant paean, God thundered: "You shall not sing while my other children [the Egyptians] are drowning.

We aren't angels. Angels couldn't breathe the air down here. They'd die.

Fiction is like wrestling with angels-you do not expect to win, but you do expect to come away from the experience changed.

Even in the angels there is the subordination of one hierarchy to another, and in the heavens, and all the bodies that are moved, the lowest by the highest and the highest in their turn unto the Supreme Mover of all.

To be a strong and empathetic person always requires us to trust that God will send angels to the people's heart we tried to reach, but couldn't.

Ministers of God's choosing are engaged in a great work. They are warring not merely against men, but Satan and his angels.

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.