#angels

Reflection is a good thing. It allows us to look back in time so we can connect the dots between specific memories to reveal the purpose and meaning behind synchronistic events. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#connect-dots #inspiration #inspirational-quotes #life-purpose #memories

Golden Rule Living is the great simplifier. It places us in another soul’s shoes, taking what can appear to be a com- plex decision that involves another and streamlining it to a one-step process of deciding, “If I wouldn’t like this done to me, then I shall not do it to another. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#earth #god #golden-rule #heaven #honor

Deception can only live in the darkness and shadows. There is no place for it to hide once it is illuminated. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#deception #heart #illuminated #inspiration #inspirational-quotes

Growth is achieved when truth is revealed. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#growth #inspiration #inspirational-quotes #joy #life-purpose

Conscious humility is the decision to live from our hearts. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#conscious-humility #honor #humble #inspiration #inspirational-quotes

I slide my arm from under the sleeper's head and it is numb, full of swarming pins, on the tip of each, waiting to be counted, the fallen angels sit. ↗

— Wislawa Szymborska

#arm #counted #each #fallen #full

Truth demands progress and change, and is always for the benefit of all souls—even if you must travel through a difficult learning process or make a shift as a result of facing the truth. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#change #god #golden-rule #honor #inspiration

The nurses were all angels in my eyes. ↗

— Randy Castillo

#eyes #nurses #were

With its leaves so rich and heavy with elation and its crimson face made brighter with visions of divinity the shadow of a certain rose looks just like an angel eating light. ↗

— Aberjhani

#beauty #beauty-in-nature #divinity #elation #faces

I would not have a god come in To shield me suddenly from sin, And set my house of life to rights; Nor angels with bright burning wings Ordering my earthly thoughts and things; Rather my own frail guttering lights Wind blown and nearly beaten out; Rather the terror of the nights And long, sick groping after doubt; Rather be lost than let my soul Slip vaguely from my own control -- Of my own spirit let me be In sole though feeble mastery. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#mastery #soul #life