#angels

Angels walk among us, Sometimes the only thing we may not see are the wings upon their backs. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#inspiration #inspirational-quotes #walking #wings #inspirational

Everything good or true that the angels inspire in us is God’s, so God is constantly talking to us. He talks very differently, though, to one person than to another. ↗

— Emanuel Swedenborg

#god #heaven #inspiration #swedenborg #truth

Whatever happened next, good or bad, it would be wonderful finding out. ↗

— Kate Griffin

#adventure #kate-griffin #life #life

Miss Abbott, don't worry over me. Some people are born not to do things. I'm one of them. ↗

— E.M. Forster

#forster #life #philosophy #where-angels-fear-to-tread #life

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle. "It means that love is the most powerful force in the world. That love can do anything. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #love

So you're trying to make her happy despite the fact that the reason she's unhappy in the first place is you," said Simon, not very kindly. "That seems contradictory, doesn't it?" "Love is a contradiction," said Jace. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-lightwood #simon-lewis #love

Is this the part where you tell me you're secretly in love with me? Vampire mojo strikes again. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#simon-lewis #love

[Saint Anthony] said, in his solitude, he sometimes encountered devils who looked like angels, and other times he found angels who looked like devils. When asked how he could tell the difference, the saint said that you can only tell which is which by the way you feel after the creature has left your company. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#devils #religion #saints #love

Patch? Whatever happens, I love you." I wanted to say more, those three words painfully inadequate for the way I felt about him. And at the same time, so simple and accurate, nothing else would do. ↗

— Becca Fitzpatrick

#love #love

For the first time in forever, he was stunned to silence. Not by her words, but by the tenderness in her hands, the worry in her eyes. He was an archangel. He’d been wounded far, far worse and shrugged it off. But then, there had been no woman with sun kissed by the sunset and eyes of storm gray to tear into him for daring to get himself hurt. ↗

— Nalini Singh

#archangel-consort #elena #guild-hunter #love #nalini-singh