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Man allowed by God to do good and evil. That's why some of angels feel so jealous.

Maybe when we face a tragedy, someone, somewhere is preventing a bigger tragedy from happening.

May you always have angels to walk with you on the right path.

Mencintai bukan berarti kamu harus hancur kalau dia nggak ada, kan?

Men are perplexed by the complexity of life; angels are perplexed by the folly of men.

Michael outstretched his great big wings, which covered the surrounding area with a plethora of feathers. Then with a single swoop he leapt masterfully into the sky. Soon he was above the buildings, crossing the city as if he were a part of the wind itself.

Mister, when I see my first lady angel, if God ever sees fit to show me one, it’ll be her wings not her face that’ll make my mouth fall open. I’ve already seen the prettiest face that ever could be.

Maombi yako yasipojibiwa usikate tamaa, Mungu alishakusikia na tayari alishaandaa malaika wa kukuletea jibu. Jibu wakati mwingine huchelewa kufika kwa sababu ya nguvu za giza. Usiwe na haraka, muda wako ukifika utajibiwa.

Men were primitive in the eyes of angel beings as men are primitive in the eyes of wilier races.

Mimi ni mwana wa Mungu. Sisi sote ni watoto wa Mungu. Lengo la kuzaliwa kwangu ni kufanya kazi pamoja na Roho Mtakatifu na malaika kumtumikia Bwana, na kueneza injili ya Yesu Kristo duniani kote, kupitia vitabu.

Most of us do things for reasons that are more purely personal. For love, or for hate.

Mungu akikubariki kipaji chako watu watasema ni laana. Maisha yako ni sawa na mto. Unakoelekea ni baharini. Lakini sasa umefika kwenye mlango wa bahari. Unahangaika upite wapi kufika baharini, ambapo utaogelea kwa kadiri utakavyoweza. Utakapofika baharini, watu, badala ya kusema umebarikiwa, watasema umelaaniwa, badala ya kukuita malaika, watakuita shetani. Mafanikio hayapimwi kwa pesa au mali kiasi gani unayo, mafanikio yanapimwa kwa amani ya moyo au maisha ya watu kiasi gani umeboresha.

My love, I’d volunteer to live a thousand lives if I got to spend any part of them with you.

Mitch thought she looked like an angel might—if the angel had fallen very hard into a very naughty position.

My lord? Are you all right?" Rothbury inhaled the fresh, almost lemon-tinged air wafting before him, the scent seeping deep into his lungs coaxing forth an unexpected pang of responsiveness. Eyes of sapphire blurred and spun before his gaze. "'Tempt not a desperate man.'" "I believe that's enough Shakespeare for one evening, my lord." For a moment the air seemed to sparkle about her head, causing him added confusion. "Are you an angel?" he heard himself mutter.

No se trata de conocer tu realidad, sino de descubrirla. Por más que trato de ignorarla, hay una voz dentro de mi cabeza que no deja de preguntarse '¿cómo sería?

My mind may be in gutter, Abigail, but at least I’m looking at an angel!

Nuestras almas están formadas de muy extraña manera y nuestras vidas penden solo de leves lazos, cuya rotura puede arrojarlas a la prosperidad o a la ruina. Cuando miro hacia atrás me parece que ese cambio casi milagroso en mis inclinaciones y en mi voluntad fue obra directa de mi ángel guardián, el último esfuerzo del espíritu de conservación para alejarme de la tormenta que ya se cernía sobre mí, dispuesta a envolverme.

Now drawing four fingers up the sides of her stomach, my hands create a kind of invisible wave that sounds beneath her skin. Molding her torso every which way as if it were clay for me to experiment, I study the lines of her iridescent form flowing in a rhythmic beauty that fascinates me into this fixation. My finger circles around the rim of her belly button as if to enjoy the sounds that might come from a crystal glass. Her every touch absorbs my ability to discern thought as I become rested in this feeling of absolute ecstasy. Life without her I know would indefinitely destroy me, having already solemnly delivered my spirit to this angel that comes down to be with me.

My 'people skills' are 'rusty.' Pardon me but I have spent the last year as a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.

Okay, how's this? I’ve been to Heaven and Hell. I’ve seen the whole world, but the only thing that makes me want to live is this: being inside you. I love you so much. You’re all I see.

Oh yes. You’ve done a marvelous job of succeeding at failure.

One straying angel won’t make God tremble.

Once you talk to your angels you will never feel truly alone ever again in this lifetime.

Only the virtuous can count on life, the pursuer of evil can only ever count on death.

One day, she will grow up and imagine death as an angel that will lend her wings, so that she can find out. Death, unfortunately, is not in the business of lending wings.

Our character isn’t defined by the battles we win or lose, but by the battles we dare to fight.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard.

People want us, or want us dead, because of what we are, not who we are. It's hard. ~Angel

Perhaps to bring good into the world, she needed to mix a little evil in it first.

Part of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. But the rest of her just wanted to throw him to the ground and rip those jeans off him. Funny how she could be so jealous of a pair of pants. They covered the sinfully male body she longed to explore.

Please?” asked the girl. “I AM BUSY. I AM TRYING TO FIX CONTINENTAL DRIFT.” “I…didn’t know it was broken.” Uriel’s face became more animated, his speech faster. “IT HAS BEEN BROKEN FOR FIVE WEEKS AND FIVE DAYS. I THINK IT BROKE WHEN I RELOADED NEW ZEALAND FROM A BACKUP COPY, BUT I DO NOT KNOW WHY. MY SYNCHRONIZATION WAS IMPECCABLE AND THE CHANGE PROPAGATED SIMULTANEOUSLY ACROSS ALL SEPHIROT. I THINK SOMEBODY BOILED A GOAT IN ITS MOTHER’S MILK. IT IS ALWAYS THAT. I KEEP TELLING PEOPLE NOT TO DO IT, BUT NOBODY LISTENS.

Only through forgiving can we understand that there is nothing and no one to forgive. And that we too, if we have hurt someone, have been for them, nothing more than an instrument of Love in the same way they have been for us. In the Oneness there is no separation, no judgment, and everything happens in Divine Perfection.

Perhaps we all have a face behind a face…Good and the bad, happy and sad, sane and insane. We all have an angel and the stranger and we all have the choice!

Please, baby, you had to know the Devil would be well endowed.

Pure souls need more perfect world: the one, where their kindness wouldn’t be seen as weakness; where their brightness wouldn’t trigger so much envy; where their sincerity and open heart wouldn’t be considered as an invitation to push them down and take advantage of them.

Scared, Angel?

Quise tratar a los ángeles más como una mitología que como una religión. Que un ateo aprecie la fantasía y que un religioso aprecie la interpretación. Y es que religión o no, esta mitología es muy poderosa.

Pleasure can turn the body into a slave. Desire can turn the mind into a fool. Passion can turn the heart into a beast. Love can turn the soul into an angel.

Roselyn adored the scent of sex, the wafting aroma of angel fontanels before they earn their halos.

[Se había enamorado] de la misma manera que aparecen las estrellas en el cielo: apenas uno nota un tímido resplandor, cuando, de pronto, el firmamento ya está lleno.

Selalu ada hal indah kalau kau bisa berpikir positif di balik sebuah masalah.

Selalu ada keajaiban kalau kau percaya!

She has a smile that grows slowly and then shines, like an angel’s smile.

She looked exactly like an angel. I know my jaw dropped a little, and I just stood there looking at her for what seemed like a long time, shocked into silence, until I suddenly remembered that I had a line I had to deliver. I took a deep breath, then slowly let it out. "You're beautiful," I finally said to her, and I think everyone in the whole auditorium, from the blue-haired ladies in the front to my friends in the back row, knew that I actually meant it. I'd nailed that line for the very first time.

She is an angel, how bad could it be?” “Ask the first born of Israel when the Pharaoh pissed off Moses. Ask the salty residents of Sodom. Ask anyone who was not Noah or a fish once the Flood rolled in.

She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much.

She simply converted an average face into beautiful face and a beautiful face into an angelic face.

She wasn't ordinary, I liked her that way. Mystery oozed from her pours as she walked so lightly I could have mistaken her for an angel.

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?