Meister Eckhart Quotes

Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?

Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.

Whatever that be which thinks, understands, wills, and acts, it is something celestial and divine.

The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

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

Your God is altogether too human.

I'm an angel in an earth suit.

What can be nobler than the idea it gives us of the Supreme Being?

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.

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.

Some devil with a pitchfork keep talkin' like he know me. I stood before an angel as he told me bout the glory.

There are angels near you to guide you and protect you, if you would but invoke them. It is not later than we think, it is a bigger world than we think.

Spirit itself is not human; it may spring up in any life... it may exist in all animals, and who know in how many undreamt-of beings, or in the midst of what worlds?

I have repeatedly said that in my opinion the idea of a personal God is a childlike one.

For truly we are all angels temporarily hiding as humans.

I am the angel of Reality, Seen for a moment standing in the door.

One of my problems is to find the Ego, which has only one form and is immortal - to find it in animals and men, in the heaven and in the hell which together form the world in which we live.

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

Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore.

Everybody has an angel hiding inside. When you die, your angel comes out. You can die, but not your angel. Your angel never dies.

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.

If you have a clear idea of a soul, you will have a clear idea of a form; for it is of the same genus, though a different species.

The Archangel." I murmured. looking back over my shoulder at the ride, which had started its next ascent. "It means high-ranking angel." There was a definite smugness to his voice. "The higher up, the harder the fall.

The best thing you can give is God consciousness. Manifest your own divinity first. The truth is there. It's right within us all. Understand what you are.