#angel

Living close to the ground Is seventh Heaven 'cause there are angels all around Among my frivolous thoughts I believe there are beautiful things seen by the astronauts Wake me if you're out there. ↗

— Owl City

#owl-city #beauty

Poets are damned… but see with the eyes of angels. ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#beauty #eyes #hope #perspective #poetry

When the Guard convinced you fate was not on our side, you parted ways with me and saw fit to make me suffer,' Percy stated. The pain on Alexi's face worsened, and he opened his mouth to refute her. She put her hands lovingly on his cheeks. 'We survived. Our love survived. And we shall again.' He stared at her in wonder. 'How did my dear girl grow so brave?' Percy grinned. 'Didn't you hear? The meek shall inherit the earth. ↗

— Leanna Renee Hieber

#love #scripture #strangely-beautiful-series #beauty

Life is going to test you in ways it never has before. Don't let your future change the good person that you are or make forget who you are. ↗

— Courtney Allison Moulton

#change

This is the ultimate bad-boy date, isn't it? Breaking into a different country." "Hey, it makes a change from hot-wiring cars together." "Been there, done that....Alex seriously, are you sure no one's going to shoot us? ↗

— L.A. Weatherly

#angel-fire #willow #change

There's no need to travel further. The Los Angeles area is big enough for us. ↗

— Marvin Davis

#area #big #big enough #enough #further

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched—by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever.” (p.33) ↗

— Tim Willocks

#apple #asymmetry #atlantic #autumn #blind-man

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings? ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

#death

The third proved problematic. Until the case reached it's end I was reduced to nothing but an absent gaze. Think of it this way: I was a pair of abstract eyes walking around wearing my flesh as a disguise. Living as such, there was no point in expecting any form of societal responsibility or human reaction. ↗

— Kiyoshi Kasai

#bye-bye-angel #death-note #death

Because through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#death #dying #death