Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.— Fanny Crosby
Floundering Angel Of Death quotations
I hope to arrive to my death, late, in love and a little drunk.
Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs.
It's nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies. It's no wonder Waltraud Wagner, the Austrian Angel of Death, convinced her friends to kill with her. It just seems natural. You and me against the world.
The future does not belong to those who attack our Embassies and Consulates and kill our Ambassadors. The Angel of Death in the form of an American Bald Eagle will visit you and wreak havoc and destruction upon your existence.
If I got rid of my demons, I'd lose my angels.
To all my friends in Los Angeles: the Sultan of Brunei, owner of the Beverly Hills Hotel, has signed legislation calling for gay people to be stoned to death.
And the will therein lieth, which dieth not.
Who knoweth the mysteries of the will, with its vigor? For God is but a great will pervading all things by nature of its intentness, Man doth not yield himself to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will.
Reading is the way mankind delays the inevitable.
Reading is the way we shake our fist at the sky. As long as we have these epic, improbable reading projects arrayed before us, we cannot breathe our last: Tell the Angel of Death to come back later; I haven't quite finished Villette.
If you have been brutally broken but still have the courage to be gentle to other living beings, than you're a badass with a heart of an angel.
We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died.
Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?
From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.
the better angels of our nature
Death is only a byproduct of terrorism.
And with the morn those angel faces smile Which I have loved long since and lost awhile.
If nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws
The life of any one can by no means be changed after death;
an evil life can in no wise be converted into a good life, or an infernal into an angelic life: because every spirit, from head to foot, is of the character of his love, and therefore, of his life; and to convert this life into its opposite, would be to destroy the spirit utterly.
He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.
No Christian is abandoned at the moment of death.
The angels are the ushers, and our passage to heaven is under their escort.
At the round earth's imagined corners, blow Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise From death, you numberless infinities Of souls **** All whom war, dearth, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance, hath slain.
A beautiful death is for people who have lived like animals to die like angels.
A friend is not a true friend unless he protects his friend in his misfortune, in his absence, and at his death.
With every cell of my being and with every fiber of my memory I oppose the death penalty in all forms. I do not believe any civilized society should be at the service of death. I don't think it's human to become an agent of the angel of death.
The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land;
you may almost hear the beating of his wings.
I would have liked to catch hold of sleep at least once, just as I had been resolved to catch hold of death one day, to catch hold of the wings of the angel of sleep when it came for me, to grab it with two fingers like a butterfly after sneaking up on it from behind. [...] My sleep game was practice for the grand struggle with death.
Courage is being scared to death, but saddling up anyway.
Make sure to send a lazy man the angel of death.
O wretched state! O bosom black as death! O limed soul that, struggling to be free, art more engaged! Help, angels! Make assay! Bow, stubborn knees! and, heart with strings of steel, be soft as sinews of the new-born babe!
Did you know that according to legend, the guy who became Buddha decided to seek enlightenment the day he got a touch of gray? "Gray hairs," the would-be Buddha said, "are like angels sent by the god of death".
I learned that every mortal will taste death, but only some will taste life.
Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it.
It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.
This is not some silly game...This is life and death Angels and demons.
If human love hath power to penetrate the veil--and hath it not?--then there are yet living here a few who have the blessedness of knowing that an angel loves them.
The real question is not whether life exists after death. The real question is whether you are alive before death.
We go to the grave of a friend saying, "A man is dead," but angels throng about him saying, "A man is born."
love is undying,of that I feel certain.
I mean deep,abiding,cherishing love.The love that gives protection even as you,my guardian angel,gave me protection long after you had gone-and continue to give this very day... A love beyond Death-a love that makes Life alive!
Language, at least, may give up the secrets of life and death, leading us through the maze to the original Word as monster or angel, to the mournful place where we may meet Job and hear his cry, 'How long will you vex my soul and break me in pieces with words?
Never chase a lie. Let it alone, and it will run itself to death.
An angel's arm can't snatch me from the grave; legions of angels can't confine me there.
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants' breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
Yes, she's bleeding to death upstairs, but I thought I'd avoid telling you right away, because I like to draw the suspense out.
I once read that you die because you see the Angel of Death, and you fall in love. And you fall in love so hard your soul is sucked out through your eyes, and that's the moment of death. It's a lovely, strange old Jewish legend.
Death is a mighty mediator. There all the flames of rage are extinguished, hatred is appeased, and angelic pity, like a weeping sister, bends with gentle and close embrace over the funeral urn.