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Under the penitential gates Sustained by staring Seraphim Where the souls of the devout Burn invisible and dim.

Unfortunately for you love, I take my pleasure with a shot of pain

Upon awakening you may find no need to speak nothing to say and no one to convince. Your very presence will spread happiness wisdom and truth to all you may encounter... along the Way.

- Vad är en ängel, frågade apan. Madelene skakade på huvudet. - Det har jag aldrig riktigt förstått, sa hon. Men kanske är det en tredjedel gud, en tredjedel djur och en tredjedel människa.

Vincent made his way closer to the group and shuffled his feet while he watched them embrace. Breccan's head remained buried in the huddle while his large hand reached out, grabbed Vincent's good wing, and pulled the archangel into the fold.

Violet: "You're an asshole." Onyx: "Thank you, it's something that took an eternity to perfect.

We all have purpose. We are all guardians. We are the angels and we are the demons. We are all gods if we choose to be. Believe.

We are all One and others are simply reflections of ourselves. When the mirror is cleared, the reflection becomes clean too.

We are deluded when we think that we do not have a direct line to heaven, that heaven doesn’t stand ready to help us. Oh! If only you knew the angels that walk beside you, support and protect you on the journey that you’ve chosen to walk.

We are angels just like the rest of our brothers and sisters.

We are deluded when we think that we do not have a direct line to heaven, that heaven doesn’t stand ready to help us. Oh! If only you knew the angels that walk beside you, that support and protect you on the journey you’ve chosen to walk.

We are meant to do the work of angels for we are often disguised from ourSelves.

We cannot fully appreciate eternal life and all its bliss without first understanding the important testing ground of human life on Earth. We cannot be all until we are one. We cannot be raised high until we go low. And we cannot appreciate all our many freedoms until first we begin with nothing.

...we are our flaws, but they don't have to define us as either good or evil.

We have no idea what people are dealing with or the hurts and wounds that have been inflicted upon them. Personally, after reading this, I have been challenged to not be so complacent in my prayer life, and to be more intentional about doing battle for the lost and hurting who need me. " - Christian Missionary Laurie Lester

We could use all the blessings we could get. The impact of what we were about to do hit me like an anvil on Wile E. Coyote's head. We were heading out to stop Satan's son and save the world from certain destruction. Piece of cake.

We don't lose our loved ones when they die. We gain guardian angels. - Tanya Masse aka Comic Strip Mama

We face dangers every day of which we are not even aware. Often God intervenes on our behalf through the use of His angels.

We hide our demons so good, that the angels we show, bare the shame on their faces.

We don't marry women, he thought; we marry angels, and in this moment or two of the marriage act, the scales fall from our eyes and we see them as they really are, perhaps never to glimpse it again. How lovely she is, how unearthly lovely.

We’ll sleep when we’re tired. When we wake, I’ll find a way to make you laugh and I’ll live in the sound of it.” My throat gets tight because I long for that day to be now. “We’ll find somewhere you’ve never been and we’ll make it ours—fill it with memories of us. That’s what I want.” I finish with the alcohol swab. Leaning close, I gently blow on his healing wound to ease the sting. Reed takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing it tenderly. “And when we get that sleep, there will never be a your side or a my side of the bed—we’ll always meet in the middle. And when I hold you there, in our bed, you’ll let me rest my lips here.” Reed lets go of my hand to move his thumb to caress the sensitive skin of my neck just beneath my ear. I get swept up in him: my body his with one touch. I turn and rub my cheek gently against his palm. “And we won’t rush...ever,” I murmur, forgetting to be scared. I want that future with him. “The world can spin around us but we’ll take our time, savor every moment.” My head rests on his shoulder. “Just you and me.

Well, next time that Gerry Rees comes in, send him to me,” Lois threatened. “I’ll wait until he’s nice and distracted and then boom, I’ll pull out the brass knuckles!” “You’ll do no such thing!” Maggie warned her. “That’d hurt everyone’s business here! …And you got brass knuckles? Where the hell did you get brass knuckles?” “They been in the family for years. Grandpap had ‘em down on the docks.” Lois admitted. “Lois being the oldest, they went to her…” Margaret added. “Well, just the same, we can’t afford anyone leaving any traceable marks on the gentlemen around here.” --Maggie Pollaski with the Raterink Sisters from The Ragtime Coven

We lose in order to find. We forget in order to remember. We die a death in the ego in order to be reborn in the Oneness, until the end of all our duality, until we become Human Angels: aware, compassionate messengers of Love in service to the Oneness.

we met one strange summer in a regular tangle of sticky webs you had the air of angels sweet but I-- drowned with the damned spirits in lava oceans fearing your-- foreign static frequency and grey-green eyes (I swear they are even if you-- think otherwise): storms calm ones, calmer than my-- raging coals, empty and dead you speak of souls like you believe always an optimist in pessimistic skin of ivory and titanium mesh...

We must not be too prodigal with our angels; they are the last divinities we harbor, and they might fly away.

we reside on a miraculous garden planet whirling through an infinite multidimensional sky

We're in high school. If it didn't come from the school cafeteria, we like it.

We need the Fallen Legion,” I said without preamble, trying to catch my breath after running after her. “And I need an evil-proof bubble to put Jules in,” Firen said dryly. “That’ll teach me to start off a conversation with a demand,” I grumbled.

We’re not exactly heavenly angels. More like prison inmates with wings.

What happens in this book is merely a journey from one evil mind to the next and what happens when the spiritual meets the natural. Let me lift the curtain as we enter the screaming terrors of the demonic and reveal what lies beneath the surface, literally speaking.

What can I tell you further? I once lived among humankind, and found them in their generality to be cruel and cold, and yet could mention the names of three or four that were like angels. I suppose we measure the importance of our days by those few angels we spy among us, and yet aren't like them.

We want to fight.” “And I want J.K. Rowling to keep writing in the Potterverse, but I know that’s never going to happen,” I said blithely.

What am I to you?’ Sophiel smiled. ‘The sun. You are my sun, like Astrid said. My sun, that lights up my life. That looks after me with its fiery rays. I only have to turn towards it for it to set fire to my heart.

What are you doing?” Egnatious asked, eyebrows furrowed as he watched Gabriella do a flip. Firen mimicked Gabriella and turned to Egnatious. “Fun times. Go with it.” She didn’t even crack a smile, though her body language said she was laughing on the inside. Instead of following their act, Egnatious simply dove for an outcrop just as it began moving away. He nearly lost his balance, but Firen caught his flailing arms. “Are you having a seizure or something?” she jested, displaying a rare vein of humor. Egnatious sent her a queasy glare.

What did you think about?" I wish I could tell him that I thought about him, but I lied to him once and I won't do it again. And besides, I wasn't thinking about Xander either. "I thought about angels," I say. "Angels?" "You know. The ones in the old stories. How they can fly to heaven." "Do you think anyone believes in them anymore?" He asks. "I don't know. No. Do you?" "I believe in you," he says, his voice hushed and almost reverent. "That's more faith than I ever thought I'd have.

What does Éloa mean?” He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.” Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t have.” “Was he a fallen angel?” “She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.” “Tricked her how?” He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.” Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love her?” Like an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.” She shook her head. “How could he trick her?” “He never told her his name.

What’s ‘at supposed tae mean?” He asked insulted. “Everyone always has an ulterior motive.” I replied. “Well I dinnae, an’ I’m nae claimin’ tae be innocent. I was lookin’ fur ye, as per yer mother’s request. Nae hidden agenda here!” He said sternly. “Besides, if I wanted ye dead, you’d be dead.” He stressed out the last part.

What would you suggest?” one of the Italian officials asked. “We do have a highly-advanced biological device called the Illuminator,” Joseph chimed in

What would angel lips taste like? Sunshine? Marshmallows? Or something altogether different? Maybe buttered-popcorn jelly beans.

When an Angel whispers in your ear, it is your heart that hears thy message.

When a bad experience shakes your faith in humanity, hold those depressing thoughts and ask yourself. 1. How many things in life have you achieved Without anyone’s help ? I can almost guarantee none. The help may be in terms of an action, an advise, direction or mere presence. 2. How many times has someone just come in from nowhere in your time of need and said or done just what you needed at that moment. Each one of us is an angel for someone. Let's be that angel more often.

What you've done isn't the only thing that defines who you are. Words are just as powerful as action. They can aspire action in others, can't they?

When angels' tears do flood the earth, the gates of hell shall see rebirth. Wheh the demise of angels doth impend , the human boy shall meet his end' Halo -Alexandra Adornetto

When angels carry you they leave no footprints in the sand.

When I’m gone, time won’t change. It will pass the way it always has. I’ve seen it happen. People always move on. You will find your mate. You will move on then I’ll be nothing but a memory, but I will never forget you. I will always love you for you have drawn emotions in me no other has in two thousand years. I will live with the memory of you in my heart because nothing can erase you from within me. You have forever changed me. You’ve taught me what it’s like to truly love.

When I near Charlie’s house, I notice she’s standing in the doorway with a spatula in her hand. Despite being on edge, I can’t stop myself from grinning. I feel like such a chick around her sometimes, like I’m seconds away from buying a tiara and starting my period.

When it comes to emotion, the angels of heaven triumph over the hosts of the earth. In other words, the mind dominates over the body. When there is love faith creates a ho me.

When the mind is silent, you can listen to your heart and remember that everything is Love and that you are that Love.

When once we quit the basis of sensation, all is in the wind. To talk of immaterial existences is to talk of nothings. To say that the human soul, angels, god, are immaterial, is to say they are nothings, or that there is no god, no angels, no soul. I cannot reason otherwise: but I believe I am supported in my creed of materialism by Locke, Tracy, and Stewart. {Letter to John Adams, from Monticello, 15 August 1820}

When the demons of criticism have fled the thoughts, the Angels of beauty preside - oh cheerful sweet world exorcised!