Becca Fitzpatrick Quotes

The angel came, the angel saw, the angel fell.

An angel is a spiritual creature created by God without a body, for the service of Christendom and of the church.

In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

The seraph looked up, and pain sliced through my head as our eyes met, almost blinding me. "I honor you. You can do something I cannot," it said softly. "For all I am and all I have been, you are human. You are loved for your inventiveness, both good and bad. I can kill, but you can create. You can even create...an end," it said wistfully. "That's something I will never be able to do. Accept this. Create.

Are you an angel that approaching you should be so terrifying?

An angel of God never has wings.

An angel is a spiritual creature created by God without a body for the service of Christendom and the church.

Have you ever seen a witness? That's what she called herself. Not a ghost, those don't exist, and not an angel, those do, but a witness." "No." "Ever heard the term?" "Outside of a legal trial, no.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

The higher up, the harder the fall.

° “Not a ghost, but an angel.

That's all an angel is....an idea of God.

I have never seen an angel. Show me an angel, and I'll paint one.

Pride ruined the angels.

Why, who cries out on pride that can therein tax any private party? Doth it not flow as hugely as the sea till the weary very means do ebb?

An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away.

There's a reason they say,"Pride goeth before a fall.

How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes, Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by all passers-by none warns it away, none cries, 'Let no more riches enter!'.

We should take heed of pride; it is a sin that turned angels into devils.

Arrogance frowns; pride smiles.

An angel stood and met my gaze, Through the low doorway of my tent; The tent is struck, the vision stays; I only know she came and went.