#angels

They talk like angels but they live like men. ↗

— St. Jerome

#like #live #men #talk

Dad scowls. "Phen." He says the name like it's a swear word. "Disgusting, cowardly creatures, the ambivalent. Worse than the fallen, in many ways." His eyes are so fierce it's a tad scary. "They have no conviction at all. ↗

— Cynthia Hand

#angels #anger #conviction #cowardly #disgust

God, in his wisdom, sent us his angels, to whisper our names on the wind. God, in his anger, released his devils, to pester our souls to the end. ↗

— Sam Cheever

#devils #god #anger

I haven’t seen angels, but I am sure they are not as beautiful as you are. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#beautiful #beauty

Listen, she said, "cherubim have come to my planet before." "I know that. Where do you think I got my information?" "What do you know about us?" "I have heard that your host planet is shadowed, that it is troubled." "It is beautiful," Meg said defensively. She felt a rippling of his wings. "In the middle of your cities?" "Well-no-but I don't live in a city." "And is your planet peaceful?" "Well-no-it isn't very peaceful." "I had the idea," Proginoskes moved reluctantly within her mind, "that there are wars on your planet. People fighting and killing each other." "Yes, that's so, but-" "And children go hungry." "Yes." "And people don't understand each other." "Not always." "And there's-there's hate?" "Yes." She felt Proginoskes pulling away. "All I want to do," he was murmuring to himself, "is go some place quiet and recite the names of the stars... ↗

— Madeleine L'Engle

#angels #cherubim #earth #hate #history

But Magnus, he thought. You never told me. Never warned me it would be like this, that I would wake up one day and realize that I was going somewhere you couldn't follow. That we are essentially not the same. There's no "till death do us apart" for those who never die. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#city-of-fallen-angels #magnus-bane #death

Angel exists; and I believe in angels but I'm not an angel; no one can be an angel; just we can be straight. ↗

— Lilly Ghalichi

#death #death

He was pale as only one state on Bhast dictated—not lacking color necessarily or vitality, certainly. Fey white was more comparable to a pearl; the color subtle and the luster soft, but still vibrant. In spite of the tragedy that could come with it, it was not a dying state. It was a state of living…sometimes much more brilliantly than people could cope with, including the Fey individuals themselves. ↗

— T.A. Miles

#dying #fey #genetic-state #life #living

I was always holding onto people, and they were always leaving. ↗

— Lili St. Crow

#holding-on #leaving #left #loneliness #strange-angels

I'm only trying to pull my own weight. I don't want to be a liability.' She reached out, smiling. 'And I would imagine I'll still be required to maintain close contact with you while I learn. At least in the beginning.' He looked at their joined hands before turning his eyes to hers, a slow smile spreading across his own lips. 'It would be, ahem, wise to maintain physical contact while learning, that is true. ↗

— Michelle Zink

#griffin #griffin-channing #helen #helen-cartwright #michelle-zink