angel

She was completely alone in the world. There was no one at all for her. No one in the world who cared whether she lived or died. Sometimes the horror of that thought threatened to overwhelm her and plunge her down into a bottomless darkness from which there would be no return. If no one in the entire world cared about you, did you really exist at all?

If you are stupid enough not to know the difference between the devil and the angel, you quickly find the devil! This is what happens to most people in democracies just after elections!

You're the right colour for the Angel of Death, Mister Cale. But a little short.' 'I could cut your head off and stand on it. Then I'd be taller.

God, she looked like an angel from this angle as she sat in the sunlight that streamed in from a nearby open window. I was hoping with all my heart that what I was about to tell her, wouldn__ make this angel fall.

Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there__ music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

Sometimes I feel like I don't belong anywhere, & it's gonna take so long for me to get to somewhere, Sometimes I feel so heavy hearted, but I can't explain cuz I'm so guarded. But that's a lonely road to travel, and a heavy load to bear. And it's a long, long way to heaven but I gotta get thereCan you send an angel?Can you send me an angel...to guide me.

The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.

What had he done? Something horrible, something terrible, but something he'd done as a child. Can you commit murder in innocence? It's too big a thing for the human mind to take in, that's the problem. And it grew with the ever-larger newspaper pictures of a girl who was near enough an angel, even before she died. Only the young die good. And Angela Milton died young enough to be perfect.

So many stories lived behind my eyes. I carried the people I hurt, the lies I told, my sick relationship with food, wherever I went. My mind was rarely grounded in the moment. My past was heavy and constant; my thoughts wouldn__ leave me alone. But when I was with the shelter dogs, I didn__ have anything to hide. Sometimes what existed behind my eyes fell away. I wasn__ bulimic or unlovable or fat or a liar. I was a part of life again. I was an observer, and to more than just the dark cyclical patterns of the mind__ere was the strong, sturdy presence of another__he breath moving in and out of Angel__ chest, the beating of her heart, the force of life moving through her and through me.

You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I__l hear you_

I__e noticed in my life that the people who act as my angels are not some strange angelic creatures that seem almost untouchable, but are more real than that. They are people who have tasted sorrow, who have felt pain, and in a way, that makes them capable of being an angel. In their darkest moments they have become strong.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

That was probably the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me." "What? Almost falling in a ditch?""No, being carried by a girl.

I'm not leaving you. We still have a chance." "How?"Kayson's voice echoes his hopelessness. He's already given up."Hey, as long as we are still breathing, we still have a chance. If you quit, then you're quitting on me too.

Illium, his expression subdued as it had been for too many days, turned to her. __ind if I have a go?___ick his ass.__tripping off his shirt and boots, Illium held out his hand for one of Venom__ blades. Lips curving, Venom passed it over. __ure you can handle me, pretty, pretty Bluebell?___id I ever tell you about my snakeskin boots?_ A savage grin, and she knew Venom was about to bear the brunt of whatever haunted the blue-winged angel.Venom swirled his blade in hand. __ do think I need some new feathers for my pillow.

She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, a tiny, bloody angel in the snow, and they were going to destroy her.

Just let me sleep," she grumbled. "Let me sleep, and I'll sign a paper that you're a fucking angel.

I laughed at him as he said this. __ am not an angel,_ I asserted; __nd I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neither expect nor exact anything celestial of me__or you will not get it, any more than I shall get it of you: which I do not at all anticipate.