The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life: your memories, your… — Meister Eckhart Copy Share Image
It was like when we were little kids and we played games on the ivy-covered hillside in the backyard. We were warriors… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing. — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
Somehow I am necessary for His purposes, as necessary in my place as an Archangel in his. — John Henry Newman Copy Share Image
He'd been an angel once. He hadn't meant to Fall. He'd just hung around with the wrong people. — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
There's a saying that we use in golf: "I'd rather be lucky than good." Of course, to be lucky and good is… — Clint Eastwood Copy Share Image
So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That, when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lacky her, Driving… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Is man a savage at heart, skinned o'er with fragile Manners? Or is savagery but a faint taint in the natural man's… — John Barth Copy Share Image
Women are not angels. They are as foolish as men in many ways; but they have had to devote themselves to life… — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
Faith from, its essential nature implies the fallen state of man, while it recognizes the principles of the covenant of grace. It… — Gardiner Spring Copy Share Image
The reality is it's still in our hands. We have to play four real good games against the Angels. If we take… — Ken Macha Copy Share Image
When one has tasted watermelons, one knows what angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it… — Mark Twain Copy Share Image
It is an exquisite and beautiful thing in our nature, that, when the heart is touched and softened by some tranquil happiness… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I believe that dance is the oldest, noblest and most cogent of the arts. I believe that dance is the most perfect… — Ted Shawn Copy Share Image
When you are before the altar where Christ reposes, you ought no longer to think that you are amongst men; but believe… — Saint John Chrysostom Copy Share Image
So, I'm going to go over on Angel. Joss is just going to find a way to keep me bleaching my hair,… — James Marsters Copy Share Image
Taxi September along Jessore Road Oxcart skeletons drag charcoal load past watery fields thru rain flood ruts Dung cakes on treetrunks, plastic-roof… — Allen Ginsberg Copy Share Image
You're mine, Angel, and don't you forget it. Your fights are my fights. What if something bad had happened today? It was… — Becca Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender? — Patti Smith Copy Share Image
