Top 1200 Angels And Demons Quotes & Sayings - Page 10

And I feel that love is dead, I'm loving angels instead

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.

I spent two summers managing the Midland Angels.

If men were angels, there would be no need of government.

My intent for the Angels is we're going to play extremely well.

That's a nice song,' said young Sam, and Vimes remembered that he was hearing it for the first time. It's an old soldiers' song,' he said. Really, sarge? But it's about angels.' Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits. As I recall, they used to sing it after battles,’ he said. 'I've seen old men cry when they sing it,’ he added. Why? It sounds cheerful.' They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will.

We sell the thrones of angels for a short and turbulent pleasure.

We always saw ourselves in careers as entrepreneurs or angels.

The sun never sets on a Hells Angels' patch.

I've never done too much inquiry into angels.

The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory.

This world has angels all too few, and heaven is overflowing.

He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

There are demons and there are evil people in the world, and you post a picture like that and some cultist gets a hold of it or a coven and they begin muttering curses against an unborn child.

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

Learn to dance, so when you get to heaven the angels know what to do with you.

I like to refer to my years with the Angels as the foundation of my career.

Faith converses with the angels, and antedates the hymns of glory.

Two angels guide The path of man, both aged and yet young. As angels are, ripening through endless years, On one he leans: some call her Memory, And some Tradition; and her voice is sweet, With deep mysterious accords: the other, Floating above, holds down a lamp with streams A light divine and searching on the earth, Compelling eyes and footsteps. Memory yields, Yet clings with loving check, and shines anew, Reflecting all the rays of that bright lamp Our angel Reason holds. We had not walked But for Tradition; we walk evermore To higher paths by brightening Reason's lamp.

More than ghosts, I believe in guardian angels.

Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of angels.

The world won't end with a bang or a whimper. It'll end with the death screams of a thousand demons and a defiant, carefree, savage, wolfen howl.

Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

My demons and I are not compatible. We never have been and never will be.

We should pray to the angels, for they are given to us as guardians.

I believe my own demons would have caught up with me regardless of my race and regardless of whether I worked at 'The Times.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

The angels surround and help the priest when he is celebrating Mass.

Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.

According to St. Bonaventure, all the angels in heaven unceasingly call out to her: "Holy, holy, holy Mary, Virgin Mother of God." They greet her countless times each day with the angelic greeting, "Hail, Mary", while prostrating themselves before her, begging her as a favour to honour them with one of her requests. According to St. Augustine, even St. Michael, though prince of all the heavenly court, is the most eager of all the angels to honour her and lead others to honour her. At all times he awaits the privilege of going at her word to the aid of one of her servants.

Methinks love maketh men like Angels.

If I exorcise my devils, all my angels may go, too.

The angels decided to shine on me for a little while.

Angels have very nasty tempers. Especially when they’re feeling righteous.

Lord, let me heed the angels you put in my path.

And so Nat stood up and joined the group, and followed, and watched, and awaited his chance as the light of Chaos lit the plain and gods and demons marched to war.

We are not angels. Nor are we the devils you have made us out to be.

World needs more angels, even plywood ones.

To give oneself ernestly to securing righteousness and justice among the people, and while respecting the gods and demons, to keep aloof from them, that may be called wisdom.

The reason that angels fly is that they take themselves so lightly.

In the last couple of years I've been facing down a lot of the demons of the past and trying to find out, who I am, It's something I think I'll be doing for the rest of my life.

No. You know this is wrong and you want to feel better about it. You don't want to admit your as ruthless and monstrous as the demons you claim to hate.

The very genetic determinism I posited in World's End as a way of shaking off my inherited demons is being proven in fact as we map out the human genome.

My food demons are Chinese food, sugar, butter.

Sometimes those demons are frightening and sometimes they're beautiful.

The death of God left the angels in a strange position.

If men were angels, no government would be necessary.

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.

Gerald Ford brought to the political arena no demons, no hidden agenda, no hit list or acts of vengeance. He knew who he was, and he didn't require consultants or gurus to change him.

Sometimes angels rush in where fools fear to tread.

Every work coming from the creator is about getting the demons out, and each character in those stories had a different personal crisis to get through.

Friendship is...the sort of love one can imagine between angels.

Angels and Airwaves shows are like an ascension to Heaven.

Love can make us fiends as well as angels.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

I believe my own demons would have caught up with me regardless of my race and regardless of whether I worked at 'The Times.'

We are disgusted by gossip; yet it is of importance to keep the angels in their proprieties.

I want a magical horse that fits in my pocket," Wil said. "And a ring of red amber that gives me power over demons. And an endless supply of cake.

You're in the arms of the Angels; may you find some comfort here.

Most contemporary novelists, especially the American and the French, are too subjective, mesmerized by private demons; theyre enraptured by their navels and confined by a view that ends with their own toes.