In the arms of the angel, fly away from here.
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?
Angels descending, bring from above, echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter.
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.
Every blade of grass has its Angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'
Angels are all around us, all the time, in the very air we breathe.
Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.
Angels are like diamonds. They can’t be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.
Angels are the guardians of hope and wonder, the keepers of magic and dreams.
The wings of angels are often found on the backs of the least likely people.
Angels can fly because they take themselves lightly.
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.
Angels are never too distant to hear you.
Angels have no philosophy but love.