#angel

Angels are not complete, they need their counterparts, the dark needs the bright, the hidden needs the open, and vice versa. Sometimes they meet and recognise each other. Sometimes, as with Horatio and me, the pairing occurs over spaces of time and distance. ↗

— Barry Unsworth

#bright #complete #counterparts #dark #distance

I had an accident." "That seemes to happen a lot." "It wasn't my fault." "It never is." "I just have bad luck." "Or you're just trouble." "You got a problem with that?" "No problem at all." "Oh my God! Are you going to help or not? ↗

— Richelle Mead

#sydney-sage #trey-juarez #luck

Belize: Hell or heaven? [Roy indicates "Heaven" through a glance] Belize: Like San Francisco. Roy Cohn: A city. Good. I was worried... it'd be a garden. I hate that shit. Belize: Mmmm. Big city. Overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens. Roy Cohn: Isaiah. Belize: Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths. Roy Cohn: And a dragon atop a golden horde. Belize: And everyone in Balencia gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome. And you ain't there. Roy Cohn: And Heaven? Belize: That was Heaven, Roy. ↗

— Tony Kushner

#drama #heaven #san-francisco #music

Have you no wish for others to be saved? Then you're not saved yourself, be sure of that! ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

#christian #evangelism #share #witness #wit

I should have liked to have had him beside me in a glass coffin, so that I could watch him all the time and he would not have been able to get away from me. ↗

— Angela Carter

#angela-carter #japan

How far does a pretence of feeling, maintained with absolute conviction, become authentic? ↗

— Angela Carter

#angela-carter #japan

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks. ↗

— Aberjhani

#dreams #faith #famous-quotes-from-classic-books #haiku #haikus

Patch stood over me, and a drop of rain slid from his hair, landing like ice on my collarbone. I felt it slide along my skin, disappearing beneath the neckline of my shirt. His eyes followed the raindrop, and I began to quiver on the inside. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#rain

When I'm not around you that is when I feel breathless. I liken it to being a fish, and you are my water. When I'm not around you, I feel as though I cannot breathe. And you have to understand the irony in that because I've never in my entire existence ever needed to. ↗

— S.L. Naeole

#irony

Gabriel. This has to be his fault, somehow. I'm going to track him down, pluck out his angel feathers, and stuff a pillow with them. ↗

— Lisa Desrochers

#luc-cain #demons