Home - that blessed word, which opens to the human heart the most perfect glimpse of Heaven, and helps to carry it thither, as on an angel's wings.
Could we forbear dispute, and practise love, We should agree as angels do above.
The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.
Since my illness, I've felt the presence of my angels.
I could not have made it this far had there not been angels along the way.
So, yes, I believe in angels, absolutely, I do.
yes, writing is mostly a dream, but angels visit in dreams
The Farmer: You're like an angel. Abby: I wish I was.
Nicholas Angel: Shit just got real!
Nicholas Angel: That's what I'm talking about.
Nicholas Angel: What the f-! Inspector Frank Butterman: Sergeant!
Neil: You called me your fucking... angel.
If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.
The Phantasm: Sal Valestra, your Angel of Death awaits...
It is by suffering that human beings become angels.
Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel.
The real question is: How sturdy and solid is the floor our civilization stands on? How many lives with no prospects, shattered and senseless, can it bear the weight of before it cracks somewhere or other, splits at the joints?
The angel’s lower body was covered by a pair of faded jeans that showcased the strong muscles in his thighs…along with a few other things she’d only dared dream about. His upper body was bare, showing off honeyed skin, washboard abs, and a kill...
The quotation falsely attributed to Stalin, 'One death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic,' gets the numbers wrong but captures a real fact about human psychology. (p. 220)
Man, you weigh a freaking ton," he told me. "What've you been eating, rocks?" "Why, is your head missing some?" I croaked. His mouth almost quirked in a smile, and that's when I knew how upset he'd been
The only way you can truly get to know an author is through the trail of ink he leaves behind him. The person you think you see is only an empty character: truth is always hidden in fiction.
