The guardian angels of life sometimes fly so high as to be beyond our sight, but they are always looking down upon us.
Angels, in the early morning, may be seen the dews among, Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying: Do the buds to them belong?
I believe in angels, the kind that heaven sends. I'm surrounded by angels, but I call them my best friends.
Make yourself familiar with the angels and behold them frequently in spirit; for without being seen, they are present with you.
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
Angels are like diamonds. They can’t be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.
May the Angels in their beauty bless you. May they turn toward you streams of blessings.
Friends are angels that lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly.