When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.— Mary Baker Eddy
Courageous Angel Wings quotations
If I got rid of my demons, I'd lose my angels.
Let's just say I'm like a ship passing through storms, resting in ports now and then until it's time to continue the journey. I once told a friend, `I'm just looking for an angel with a broken wing - one that couldn't fly away.'
I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit.
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.
Angels are always with you. You're never alone, especially in your time of need. Listen in stillness for our guidance, which comes upon wings to your heart, mind, and body. Our messages always speak of love.
I don't believe in angels, no. But I do have a wee parking angel. It's on my dashboard and you wind it up. The wings flap and it's supposed to give you a parking space. It's worked so far.
I wanted to get an angel wings tatooed on my back, as a guardian thing.
What good are wings withou the courage to fly.
They say the blues is sad, but when B.
B. sings 'I got a sweet little angel, I love the way she spreads her wings,' that don't sound too sad to me!
The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.
In the midst of change we often discover wings we never knew we had.
I'm still searching for an angel with a broken wing. It's not very easy to find them these days.
Use absolutely no pressure. Just like an angel's wing.
Living life from a whole different angle. Only see the road through the wings of an angel.
Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back, and reasons to stay.
We are like angels with just one wing. We can only fly by embracing each other.
We are all like one-winged angels. It is only when we help each other that we can fly.
O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.
Friends are angels who lift our feet when our own wings have trouble remembering how to fly.
All the Utopias will come to pass only when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.
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
A baby is an angel whose wings decrease as his legs increase.
Even the devil was once an angel
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine - Unweave a rainbow.
Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.
A child without education, is like a bird without wings.
I feel like role models today are not meant to be put on a pedestal.
But more like angels with broken wings.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
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.
Life is winging it. To suggest otherwise is delusional.
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.
We are not angels, we are merely sophisticated apes.
Yet we feel like angels trapped inside the bodies of beasts, craving transcendence and all the time trying to spread our wings and fly off, and it's really a very odd predicament to be in, if you think about it.
The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land;
you may almost hear the beating of his wings.
Do not forget to show hospitality to strangers, for in doing so some have entertained angels without knowing.
When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.
Angels are pure thoughts from God, winged with Truth and Love.
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.
There are two gifts we should give our children, one is roots and the other is wings
We are each of us angels with only one wing, to fly we need only embrace each other.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
If Heaven is up, I'm going. I know I'm right in my heart. This world is not my home. This life will soon be gone, and, one day, I'll spread my wings, as an angel, and fly away.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight.
Every time you hear a bell ring, it means that some angel's just got his wings.