My Angel Quotes

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

**Did you realize how much a kiss says, Philip???** Oh My Angel I doooo....A KISS is the beginning of, middle to, and end of most things I love about life.

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

Kill off all my demons and my angels might die too.

Don't take my devils away, because my angels may flee too.

At least you are mine! Soon – in a few months, perhaps, my angel will sleep in my arms, will awaken in my arms, will live there. All your thought at all moments, all your looks will be for me; all my thought, all my moments, all my looks will be for you!

The greatest lessons I have every learned were at my mother's knees... All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

Since my illness, I've felt the presence of my angels.

Even though my angel has forgiven me and rescued me, who on earth will save him, who cannot be allowed into the light of the sun, who has lost his name, who can only hide himself in the world of darkness?

My friends say I'm a fool to think that you're the one for me, I guess I'm just a sucker for love. (love love) 'Cause honsetly the truth is that you know I'm never leaving, 'cause your my angel sent from above. (bove bove) Me and you can do no wrong. My money is yours give you a lil more 'cause I love ya, love ya. With me girl is where you belong... -Love Me

A man in love can do extraordinary things, I don’t care if you’re an angel, you’re my angel, and I won’t let you go.

My angel,-his name is Freedom,- Choose him to be your king; He shall cut pathways east and west, And fend you with his wing.

If my devils are to leave me, I'm afraid my angels will take flight as well.

If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels.

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing! So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

I admit that I ain't no angel, I admit that I ain't no saint - I'm selfish and I'm cruel and I'm blind. If I exorcise my devils, well my angels may leave too. When they leave they're so hard to find.

Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I have for myself.

Jamie: You know what I figured out today? Landon: What? Jamie: Maybe God has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like this journey never ends. Like you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

It's not all bad. Heightened self-consciousness, apartness, an inability to join in, physical shame and self-loathing—they are not all bad. Those devils have been my angels. Without them I would never have disappeared into language, literature, the mind, laughter and all the mad intensities that made and unmade me.

Mind you, I've always been musical... Mother used to sit me on her knee and I'd whisper, 'Mummy, Mummy, sing me a lullaby do,' and she'd say: 'Certainly my angel, my wee bundle of happiness, hold my beer while I fetch me banjo.'

If only, if only, the moon speaks no reply; Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by. Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high, my baby bird, My angel, my only

I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

I saw you, Walt Whitman, childless, lonely old grubber,poking among the meats in the refrigerator and eyeing the grocery boys. I heard you asking questions of each: Who killed the pork chops? What price bananas? Are you my Angel?

As a self-respecting dude, I'd never believed in fairy tales, but in that moment, I did. I'd found my angel to live happily-ever-after with.

Happy those early days when I Shined in my Angel-infancy. Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race, Or taught my soul to fancy aught But a white, celestial thought; When yet I had not walked above A mile or two from my first love, And looking back (at that short space) Could see a glimpse of His bright face. When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity.

Every man contemplates an angel in his future self.

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.

Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.

An angel can illumine the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision and by bringing within his reach some truth which the angel himself contemplates.

A woman has two smiles that an angel might envy, the smile that accepts the lover afore words are uttered, and the smile that lights on the first-born baby, and assures him of a mother's love.

Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.

Angels are spirits, but it is not because they are spirits that they are angels. They become angels when they are sent. For the name angel refers to their office, not their nature. You ask the name of this nature, it is spirit; you ask its office, it is that of an Angel, which is a messenger.

That's all an angel is....an idea of God.

We are like children, who stand in need of masters to enlighten us and direct us; God has provided for this, by appointing his angels to be our teachers and guides.

Make yourself familiar with the angels and behold them frequently in spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.

Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

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

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

The soul at its highest is found like God, but an angel gives a closer idea of Him. That is all an angel is: an idea of God.

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

Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.

I remember my mother's prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.

You are my angel and my damnation; in your presence I reach divine ecstasy and in your absence I descent to hell.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.