Angel Quotes and Sayings

Posted by Brian

Angels have no philosophy but love.

Angels are spiritual energy.

Angels are all around us, all the time, in the very air we breathe.

Angels fly at light speed, because they are servants of the Light.

Angels shine from without because their spirits are lit from within by the light of God.

Angels are direct creations of God, each one a unique Master’s piece.

Angels deliver Fate to our doorstep and anywhere else it is needed.

Angels are quite ample cause to cry.

An angel can illuminate the thought and mind of man by strengthening the power of vision.

All God’s angels come to us disguised.

Be an angel to someone else whenever you can, as a way of thanking God for the help your angel has given you.

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning.

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

If one looks closely enough, one can see angels in every piece of art.

If we were all like angels, the world would be a heavenly place.

If trouble hearing Angels song with thine ears, try listening with thy heart.

If a man is not rising upwards to be an angel, depend upon it, he is sinking downwards to be a devil.

Pay attention to your dreams – God’s angels often speak directly to our hearts when we are asleep.

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

Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence.

The Angels were all singing out of tune, and hoarse with having little else to do, excepting to wind up the sun and moon or curb a runaway young star or two.

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.

The reason angels can fly is because they take themselves lightly.

The angels are so enamored of the language that is spoken in heaven that they will not distort their lips with the hissing and unmusical dialects of men, but speak their own, whether their be any who understand it or not.

When babies look beyond you and giggle, maybe they’re seeing angels.

We trust in plumed procession for such the angels go, rank after Rank, with even feet and uniforms of Snow.


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