angel

My mom's an angel, bless her heart, for everything I put her through.

I feel no need for any other faith than my faith in the kindness of human beings. I am so absorbed in the wonder of earth and the life upon it that I cannot think of heaven and angels.

When the bright angel dominates, out comes a great work of art, a Michelangelo David or a Beethoven symphony.

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

Beauty, the eternal Spouse of the Wisdom of God and Angel of his Presence thru' all creation.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

An angel of God never has wings.

He looked about as inconspicuous as a tarantula on a slice of angel food.

Each angel that God created was in himself a masterpiece. Each one possessed his own degree of intelligence and his own beauty.

Yes, but I don't think of the Teen Angel as of an age.

My mother was the dearest, sweetest angel. She didn't talk; she sang. She was a tower of strength.

The peasant must always be helped technically, economically, morally and culturally. The guerrilla fighter will be a sort of guiding angel who has fallen into the zone, helping the poor always and bothering the rich as little as possible in the first phases of the war.

Write to your heart__ content and by all means, have fun with your creation. It__ your moment to do absolutely anything within those pages.

I opened the window to let some fresh air into the room and was surprised to see that the rain was not just falling, but that it formed an actual wall of water, as if the whole sky were falling. While I was staring at the strange phenomenon, the form of an angel began to appear before me_ It was Matariel, the Angel of Rain, whom I had not seen since my descent and who on this occasion appeared in a shiny, blue-grey form. She was only an arm__ length away and stared straight at me. She looked like a young woman floating on enormous wings -not a single drop of rain touched her. The smell of the cool rain swept the room as Matariel began talking to me. She never once moved her lips, but her every word was clearly audible in my head.

It?___er. Him. Whatever.___ngel is neither man nor woman. Men and women came later.

The only way Father is going to be upset in this case, is with the way the two of you are behaving toward one another. We are family, whether you believe it or not. Your lack of faith in Lucifer is what will do the damage in the long run. It has nothing at all to do with the time I spend with him.

I saw my first angel.And it was you.

There's an old folk saying that goes: whenever you delete a sentence from your NaNoWriMo novel, a NaNoWriMo angel loses its wings and plummets, screaming, to the ground. Where it will likely require medical attention.