#angels

I’ll tell them,” she said. “I’ll tell them it was my fault.” He looked at her, gold eyes incredulous. “You can’t lie to them.” “I’m not. I brought you back,” she said. “You were dead, and I brought you back. I upset the balance, not you. I opened the door for Lilith and her stupid ritual. I could have asked for anything, and I asked for you.” She tightened her grip on his shirt, her fingers white with cold and pressure. “And I would do it again. I love you, Jace Wayland—Herondale—Lightwood—whatever you want to call yourself. I don’t care. I love you and I wil always love you, and pretending it could be any other way is just a waste of time. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #love #love

I get the greatest feeling when I'm singing. It's other-worldly. Your feet are anchored into the Earth and into this energy force that comes up through your feet and goes up the top of your head and maybe you're holding hands with the angels or the stars, I have no idea. ↗

— Cyndi Lauper

#angels #comes #earth #energy #feeling

If instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give. ↗

— George MacDonald

#angels #cast #even #flower #friend

Joyce for all his devotion to his art, terrible in its austerity, was a lad born with a song on one side of him, a dance on the other; two gay guardian angels every human ought to have. ↗

— Sean O'Casey

#art #austerity #born #dance #devotion

He has a beauty to him that is not quite angelic, a quality that's both ethereal and dark. (Jonathan) ↗

— Helen Boswell

#angels-and-demons #guardian #jonathan-draper #beauty

If the bards of old the true has told The sirens have raven hair. But over the earth since art had birth, They paint the angels fair. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#sirens #art

They talk like angels but they live like men. ↗

— St. Jerome

#like #live #men #talk

Then the Angels came in 1961, and I fell in love with them. ↗

— Leigh Steinberg

#came #fell #i #love #them

The twin guardian angels whose eyes and hands and wings had focused protective attention on the souls that lay there no longer faced each other. They stared blindly into a random middle distance. The scroll they held between them proclaiming eternal resurrection was broken in two. ↗

— Clare Morgan

#cemetery #change #resurrection #change

I had this guy’s file pulled this morning, along with the rest of your neighbors. His name is Desperado.” Pause. A few seconds passed. He was waiting for my reaction. “Did you say Desperado?” I couldn’t stop the snort of laughter that bubbled to the surface. “Yeah,” the Director confirmed. “He changed his name when he turned eighteen. It was Melvin.” I was still laughing. “’Cause Desperado is so much better than Melvin. ↗

— Laura Kreitzer

#fantasy #fiction #humor #joseph-carter #keepers