My angels watch over me every day. Make sure I'm on the right path. I might be a angel.

Angels are visible to those who accept the light and break the pact made with darkness.

In this theater of man's life, it is reserved only for God and angels to be lookers-on.

What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel visits, few and far between.

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

I'm trying to shut up and let my angels speak to me and tell me what I'm supposed to do.

Hear all ye angels, progeny of light, Thrones, dominations, princedoms, virtues, powers.

And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.

Everything we call a trial, a sorrow, or a duty, believe me, that angel's hand is there.

It is terribly hard to be married, harder than anything. I think one has to be an angel.

Still the hottest angel I know," he murmured. "It's beyond me how you're still on staff.

There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings.

Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.

We may prefer to think of ourselves as fallen angels, but in reality we are rising apes.

An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.

The angels love us. And it's their assignment. They are direct, pure emissaries for God.

I have always found that Angels have the vanity to speak of themselves as the only wise.

We have souls. And guardian angels. We are never alone. I feel so comforted knowing this.

Fame is a devil; obscurity is an Angel! Stay away from me, Devil; Come near to me, Angel!

Somehow I am necessary for His purposes, as necessary in my place as an Archangel in his.

Harvester might have a halo, but dear, sweet Lord, she was no angel in the sack. Awesome.

A guardian angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

For why should we not admire more the angels themselves and the blessed choirs of heaven?

Let your holy Angel have charge concerning us, that the wicked one have no power over us.

How do we thank an angel? Somehow I don’t think a fruit basket will do the trick." ~ Amun

When angels go bad they are worse than anyone else. Remember Lucifer used to be an angel.

But if these beings guard you, they do so because they have been summoned by your prayers.

People aren't angels woven of light, but neither are they beasts to be driven into stalls.

Angels are spirits, flames of fire; they are higher than man, they have wider connections.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?

Living life from a whole different angle. Only see the road through the wings of an angel.

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

She brings him hope in the way that angels do, taking him to heaven in ways he never knew.

[Believers] have joy and comfort-that joy that angels cannot give, and devils cannot take.

Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?

Your two guardian angels are always with you. The other angels come and go as we need them.

It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils, since we invented them.

I had done six or eight traditional angel investments and basically just thought it sucked.

Ask God and the angels to help you to meet people who will treat you with respect and love.

I wanted to say something about the universe. There's God, angels, plants... and horseshit.

I would rather be a devil in alliance with truth, than an angel in alliance with falsehood.

Those sweetly smiling angels with pensive looks, innocent faces, and cash-boxes for hearts.

I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.

To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.

There is a divinity awaiting entry into human history at the threshold of our heart's doors.

Ideologies have no heart of their own. They're the whores and angels of our striving selves.

I'm pretty, but not beautiful. I sin, but I'm not the devil. I'm good, but I'm not an angel.

Sleep undisturbed within this peaceful shrine, Till angels wake thee with a note like thine.

No other virtue makes man more equal to the angels, than the imitation of their way of life.

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