Charles Kingsley Quotes

Millions of angels are at God's command.

Even the good angels, I think, would inspire in humans some sort of fear.

I feel safe in white because deep down inside, I'm an angel.

I had the privilege of playing an angel on 'Touched by an Angel' for many years - almost two decades, and we would deliver a message on the show. The message was that God loves them, and before filming every scene, we would come together and pray.

You can't have eyes on the wall, or the angels won't come in. That's what we believe.

I ... believe that angels, or something like them, sometimes live among us, hidden within our fellow human beings.

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

I have seen a thousand times that Angels are human form, or men, for I have conversed with them as man to man, sometimes with one alone, sometimes with many in company.

There's a quality we could call vertical attention, which is an attention upward toward ancestors, spiritual states, angels, gods.

To the innocent there are neither cherubim nor angels.

Angels are wonderful and exciting, and they have the appeal of beings who will take care of us and manifest God's personal concern.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

When I was little, I went to a Catholic school and was required to go to church every morning and with my parents on Sundays, so I spent a lot of time sitting on a wooden pew. Angels are sort of a relief. If you're looking around, the other imagery is so dark and heavy. Looking at the beautifully rendered pictures of angels was more uplifting.

There must be always remaining in every life, some place for the singing of angels, some place for that which in itself is breathless and beautiful.

If angels stoop from visions of more than earthly beauty to spells of less than earthly worth, they are but fallen angels, mingling divine utterances with the babblings of madness, and the madness is not the divineness.

Angels are men of a superior kind; Angels are men in lighter habit clad.

I don't think there are actually any theologians practicing angelology or studying angels anymore, but it's definitely in a lot of religious literature. It's still out there, and people are still interested. Even in the more secular way, books about angels are everywhere.

Dear, harmless age! the short, swift span Where weeping Virtue parts with man; Where love without lust dwells, and bends What way we please without self-ends. An age of mysteries! which he Must live that would God's face see Which angels guard, and with it play, Angels! which foul men drive away.

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.

Angels speak. They appear and reappear. They feel with apt sense of emotion. While Angels may become visible by choice, our eyes are not conducted to see them ordinarily any more than we can see the dimensions of a nuclear field, the structure of atoms, or the electricity that flows through copper wiring.

Angels are visible to those who accept the light and break the pact made with darkness.

I have never seen either angels or goddesses, so I am not interested in painting them.

I have known many gods. He who denies them is blind as he who trusts them too deeply.

In the Heaven's above, the angels, whispering to one another, can find, among their burning terms of love, none so devotional as that of 'Mother.