The stench of impurity before God and the angels is so great, that no stench in the world can equal it.
People who were so good. There were angels.
Wisdom was a teapot, pouring from above. Desolation angels, served it up with love.
You must learn to hush the demons that whisper, 'No one wants to read this. This has already been said. Your voice doesn't matter. ' In the rare moments when the voices finally hush, you might hear the angels singing.
All forces that reside in the body are angels.
Rarely do we realize that we are in the midst of the extraordinary. Miracles occur all around us, signs from God show us the way, angels plead to be heard, but we pay little attention to them because we have been taught that we must follow certain formulas and rules if we want to find God. We do not realize that God is wherever we allow HimHer to enter.
We must live like angels and produce like the devil!
Law describes the way things would work if men were angels.
Do not try to please everybody. Try to please God, the angels, and the saints - they are your public.
She died--this was the way she died; And when her breath was done, Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun. Her little figure at the gate The angels must have spied, Since I could never find her Upon the mortal side.
Butterflies are very interesting. Here these things are little grubs for a while. And then they go into a little coffin. There they are in a sarcophagus, and then they come out and dance with the angels.
The Kabbalah describes angels as bundles of light, meaning intelligence, consciousness. Kabbalists believe that above every blade of grass is an angel crying "Grow! Grow!". . . I believe that above the entire human race is one super-angel, crying "Evolve! Evolve!"
But we were born of risen apes, not fallen angels, and the apes were armed killers besides. And so what shall we wonder at? Our murders and massacres and missiles, and our irreconcilable regiments? Or our treaties whatever they may be worth; our symphonies however seldom they may be played; our peaceful acres, however frequently they may be converted into battlefields; our dreams however rarely they may be accomplished. The miracle of man is not how far he has sunk but how magnificently he has risen. We are known among the stars by our poems, not our corpses.
Music is well said to be the speech of angels.
I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.
If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.
Men are not angels, neither are they brutes.
The authorities teach that next to the first emanation, which is the Son coming out of the Father, the angels are most like God. And it may well be true, for the soul at its highest is formed like God, but an angel gives a closer idea of Him. That is all an angel is: an idea of God. For this reason the angel was sent to the soul, so that the soul might be re-formed by it, to be the divine idea by which it was first conceived.
What's impossible to all humanity may be possible to the metaphysics and physiology of angels.
I die for speaking the language of the angels.