I spy the eyes before me to be those of the celestial warrior the legends of men call Michael.
Jon SteeleMots clés angels
But to dream you first must know the sleep of men. You do not smell of sleep, you do not smell of dreams. You smell of an eternity born of unremembered beginning.
Jon SteeleMots clés angels
If the angels were capable of envy, they would envy us for two things: one is the receiving of Holy Communion, and the other is suffering.
Maria Faustyna KowalskaMots clés suffering angels holy-communion
Fairy tales are not real. However, myths are the historical notes of those who were much wiser than ourselves. We therefore have no right to judge legends; lest we dare challenge demigods and angels.
C. JoyBell C.Mots clés truth fairy-tales angels myths legends demigods
So spake the Seraph Abdiel faithful found,
Among the faithless, faithful only hee;
Among innumerable false, unmov'd,
Unshak'n, unseduc'd, unterrifi'd
His Loyaltie he kept, his Love, his Zeale;
Nor number, nor example with him wrought
To swerve from truth, or change his constant mind
Though single. From amidst them forth he passd,
Long way through hostile scorn, which he susteind
Superior, nor of violence fear'd aught;
And with retorted scorn his back he turn'd
On those proud Towrs to swift destruction doom'd.
Mots clés love angels loyalty faithfulness faithlessness
I am not surprised of your goodbye, breaking heart and leaving behind; maybe these are what angels do for fun.
M.F. MoonzajerMots clés angels goodbye surprised breaking-heart leaving-behind
Good parents use the mistakes they did in the past when they were young to advice the children God gave to them to prevent them from repeating those mistakes again. However, bad parents always want to be seen as right and appear "angelic and saintly" as if they never had horrible youth days.
Israelmore AyivorMots clés honesty advice past parents integrity children god youth mistakes angels teaching mother parenting food-for-thought lessons saint angel father young training clean dirty behaviour be-honest repeat behavior parent mothers-day prevent prevention good-mother horrible good-life advise past-life angelic my-mother israelmore-ayivor fathers-day my-father advising good-father good-parents advicing bad-character bad-life bad-parents good-charcter happy-fathers-day happy-mothers-day horrible-life prevention-is-better-than-cure repeat-mistakes saintly salf-righteous teach-your-children tel-the-truth train-up-a-child unspotted youth-days
Lochedus couldn't help feeling a little proud of himself, though he knew pride to be a slippery slope. He felt he was holding his own in the verbal sparring match with Beladona - not an easy thing to do.
Lisa C. TempleMots clés angels demons fallen-angels
Why may you not kiss me?” she had demanded. “Am I a corpse?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you find me less attractive now that weather and wind have scoured the bloom from my cheeks?”
“Skaytha, it’s nothing like that. If anything you are more beautiful now than when we lived on Skyrl. Often enough I have no breath when I look at you. You rob me of any other thoughts.”
“So you’re afraid my kisses will take what little brain you have left?”
“I’m afraid the angels will do something I don’t want them to do if I fly in the face of their commands, commands I can only assume are divine as well as angelic.”
“Did you ever think to ask them the reasons behind their demands?”
“When it is an angel I just want to get out of the conversation alive or at least without being struck dumb. So I don’t prolong the chat.”
“You might have wanted my kisses more than that. If you had any romance in you you’d have told them you were ready to fight ten legions of angels for my love.”
Hawk had reached out to hold her. “If I’d told them that they might have taken me up on it. Angels are not just useful for gallant flourishes the moment you declare your intention to battle all comers for the woman you love. Angels burn like fire and blaze like a hundred suns – they strike fear in my heart.”
She had pulled away from his embrace and jumped to her feet. “Oh, no, you don’t. If I’m not good enough to kiss I’m not good enough to take in your arms either. It’s angels or me. Make up your mind whom you fear more. Or love more.”
“I don’t love the angels.”
“Clearly you don’t love me either.”
They had been in a tipi. She’d gone to the opening, lifted the flap, bent, and stalked away, passing by warriors of the tribe with her head as high as a goddess and her back as straight as the shaft of the spear. The chief had poked his head in.
“All is well, Hawk?’ he had asked.
Hawk had learned their tongue.
“It couldn’t be better,” Hawk had responded. “Only being slain in battle would be greater than this.”
The chief had thought this over and laughed. "That would bring you great honor."
"I am in short supply of honor right now and such short supply never pleases a woman like her. Better to die at the end of a spear and have it for a few moments and win her back."
The chief had nodded. "Sound wisdom. Would you like to join a raiding party against our enemy tonight?"
"I couldn't be happier."
(from The Name of the Hawk, Book 2)
Mots clés beauty romance kiss angels honor
Look, Jordan, you’re not alone any more. It’s my job to protect you while I’m here and I can’t do that if you keep pushing me away.”
“That’s the problem, Michael,” I shot back. “You have more responsibilities to your boss than you do to me. You taught me how to defend myself, how to heal myself, and that should be good enough. You can’t keep babysitting one little human when you have an entire cosmos to worry about.”
He faced me again, those green eyes boring into mine as if he could see straight through me. “Are you saying you want me to leave?”
My chest tightened. I hadn’t expected him to say that. I bit my bottom lip, glancing away. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?”
“Since when have I ever known what the hell I mean?”
He touched my right cheek, making me face him. “You do when it counts.”
Staring up at him, shirtless, vulnerable, and wounded, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He had a knack for picking my walls apart brick by brick. It bothered me.
He took a step closer, casting a shadow over me.
“Stop,” I mumbled, fixing my eyes on the floor. He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, sliding his warm hand to lift my chin so I’d have to look at him.
“Stop what?” he murmured.
“Looking at me.”
“Why?”
“That’s how Terrell used to look at me before we kissed.”
His lips parted to say something but I pushed past him, gathering up my duster from where it lay on the bed next to the dress.
“Get dressed. We have more ghosts to help.
Mots clés love angels argument ghosts demons jordan-amador michael-o-brien the-black-parade
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