#angels

When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts. ↗

— Mary Baker Eddy

#inspirational-quotes #inspirational

Be content not with your lot in life but with being here in the flow of life. The glories of creation are in your very cells; you are made of the same mindstuff as the angels, the stars, and god himself. ↗

— Deepak Chopra

#god #love #spirituality #life

Life is brutally short, and there's only one go at it. We don't go for the old myths about helping somebody as we travel along life's path or our living will have been in vain. It's for now. Not tomorrow. But now. ↗

— Mick Norman

#life #life-and-living #pg- #life

But if I hadn't fallen, I wouldn't have met you. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#fallen-angels #hush-hush #love #nora-grey #patch-cipriano

But maybe you never really had someone, she thought now. Maybe, no matter how much you loved them, they could slip through your fingers like water, and there was nothing you could do about it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #lost #love #love

No one can force you to become a monster – you hurt someone and you create your own demons. ↗

— Melody Manful

#guardian-angels #love-story #melody-manful #paranormal #romance

She slips into the seat at our table, refusing to look up at me. I reach for her hand, sending a shiver through me when our finger tips touch. She glances at me, her eyes filled with a feral fear that reaches into my depths, pulling on emotions I refuse to acknowledge. Things I can’t feel now. Won’t feel ever again. ↗

— Christine Fonseca

#gothic-romance #ya #love

She’s right in some ways. She doesn’t need a shrink. But she does need to remember. I need her to remember; remember and still choose me. Choose us. ↗

— Christine Fonseca

#paranormal #romance #ya #love

The sin both of men and of angels, was rendered possible by the fact that God gave us free will. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#free-will #men #sin #men

The alley and the music all fell away, and there was nothing but her and the rain and Jace, his hands on her. . . He made a noise of surprise, low in his throat, and dug his fingers into the thin fabric of her tights. Not unexpectedly, they ripped, and his wet fingers were suddenly on the bare skin of her legs. Not to be outdone, Clary slid her hands under the hem of his soaked shirt, and let her fingers explore what was underneath: the tight, hot skin over his ribs, the ridges of his abdomen, the scars on his back. This was uncharted territory for her, but it seemed to be driving him crazy: he was moaning softly against her mouth, kissing her harder and harder, as if it would never be enough, not quite enough — ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-lightwood #music