“We look at death from the selfish side, like: "That guy died. Oh, it's so sad." Why is it sad? He's away from all of this bad stuff that's here on Earth. I mean, at the worst, he's just somewhere quiet, no nothing. At best, he's an angel... or he's a spirit somewhere. What is so bad about that?” LooksMeanEarthSpiritGuyStuffSidesWorstQuietAngelDiedSelfishThat GuySo SadBad Stuff Author:Tupac Shakur
“As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of life, and, though inwardly wincing, can calmly pursue his way to the restful grave, while his old, harsh voice is softly cadenced into sweetest melody, like the faint notes of an angel's whispered song. As patience deepens, charity and sympathy increase.” WayChristianSongGrowsVoiceSweetSorrowQuietAngelIncreaseNotesCharityGravesPursueMelodyHarshSweetestRestful Author:George Horace Lorimer
“Hanael, the Angel of December, will help us enjoy the balance of giving and receiving in many different ways: working and relaxing, giving our support to others and allowing ourselves to receive it in our own lives, having run with friends and having a quiet time alone to replenish our energy.” WayGivingDifferentHelpingRunningEnergyEnjoySupportBalanceQuietAngelDifferent WaysAllowingReceivingGuardianDecemberMe AloneGiving And ReceivingAlone TimeGuardian AngelQuiet Time Author:Margaret Neylon
“We studied our angels for a few moments more, looking at where we had lain side by side in that sweet, quiet moment. I wished what I’d said was true, that we had truly left our mark on the mountain. But I knew that after the next snowfall, our angels would disappear into the whiteness and be nothing more than a memory.” SaidMomentsNextLeftSidesMemoriesSweetQuietMountainAngelMarkDisappearWhitenessQuiet MomentsSnowfall Author:Richelle Mead
“What’s that poem again?” Will, who had been twirling his empty teacup around his fingers, stood up straight and declaimed: “Each spake words of high disdain, And insult to his heart’s best brother—” “Oh, by the Angel, Will, do be quiet,” said Charlotte, standing up. “I must go and write a letter to Aloysius Starkweather that drips remorse and pleading. I don’t need you distracting me.” And, gathering up her skirts, she hurried from the room. “No appreciation for the arts,” Will murmured, setting his teacup down.” NeedsWritingHeartArtSaidRoomsBrotherQuietAngelStandingEmptyLettersFingersAppreciationSettingSettingsInsultGatheringRemorseNeed YouSkirtsDisdainStood UpPleadingCharlotteDon't Need YouTwirlingI Don't Need YouNo Appreciation Book:The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess Source: The Infernal Devices: Clockwork Angel; Clockwork Prince; Clockwork Princess
“Teach them the quiet words of kindness, to live beyond themselves. Urge them toward excellence, drive them toward gentleness, pull them deep into yourself, pull them upward toward manhood, but softly like an angel arranging clouds. Let your spirit move through them softly.” MovingSpiritTeachKindnessQuietAngelExcellenceCloudsUrgesManhoodGentlenessArrangingWords Of Kindness Author:Pat Conroy