Angel Wings Quotes

I started thinking about my relationship with my students; I'm this guy who comes in from book - and movie - land and descends on angel wings into their classroom.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

When God's children pass under the shadow of the cross of Calvary, they know that through that shadow lies their passage to the great white throne. For them Gethsemane is as paradise. God fills it with sacred presences; its solemn silence is broken by the music of tender promises, its awful darkness softened and brightened by the sunlight of Heavenly faces and the music of angel wings.

Death is terrible, tho' borne on angels' wings!

God gave the Angels wings and humans chocolate. Mrs. Miracle

When one that holds communion with the skies Has fill'd his urn where these pure waters rise, And once more mingles with us meaner things, 'Tis e'en as if an angel shook his wings.

I am a believer in angels, though not the picture-book kind with wings and harps. Such angelic accoutrements seem as nonsensical to me as devils sporting horns and carrying pitchforks. To me, angel wings are merely symbolic of their role as divine messengers.

A pillow for thee will I bring,Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

A baby is an angel whose wings decrease as his legs increase.

You don't automatically sprout angel wings when you get to the other side - you grow them here.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.

The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie, For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary.

I wanted to get an angel wings tatooed on my back, as a guardian thing.

I'm no angel, but I've spread my wings a bit.

The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings.

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

Every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings.

Imagination transforms one substance into another. It changes what is into what might be, what was into what might have been. Straw becomes gold, gold straw, and neither is more real nor, I submit, more precious than the other. Pebbles turn into luminous pearls and pearls into little gray rocks, both solid and beautiful, both essential. Human beings take shape from clay, angels' wings are spun out of water, fire gives rise to the long tongues of demons, love emerges out of thin air, and the basic elements reconstitute themselves again and again.

My God! I thank Thee for the bath of sleep, That wraps in balm my weary heart and brain, And drowns within its waters still and deep My sorrow and my pain. I thank Thee for my dreams, which loose the bond That binds my spirit to its daily load, And give it angel wings, to fly beyond Its slumber-bound abode.

I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother.