O' What may man within him hide, though angel on the outward side!
All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.
I've read everything Thomas Wolfe ever wrote; my brother and I memorized whole chapters of 'You Can't Go Home Again' and 'Look Homeward, Angel.'
I have more respect for a man who lets me know where he stands, even if he's wrong, than the one who comes up like an angel and is nothing but a devil.
In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.
Anyone who seeks to destroy the passions instead of controlling them is trying to play the angel.
No, I never saw an angel, but it is irrelevant whether I saw one or not. I feel their presence around me.
We cannot pass our guardian angel's bounds, resigned or sullen, he will hear our sighs.
A man does not have to be an angel in order to be saint.
A woman never forgets her sex. She would rather talk with a man than an angel, any day.
Our brains are seventy-year clocks. The Angel of Life winds them up once for all, then closes the case, and gives the key into the hand of the Angel of the Resurrection.
Philosophy will clip an angel's wings.
My mother told me one day I walked in to her and said, 'Mom, I'm not going to be sick anymore,' and she said 'Why?' and I said 'Because an angel told me so.' Now, I don't remember saying it; that's just what she told me.
When I was a child I thought I saw an angel. It had wings and kinda looked like my sister. I opened the door so some light could come into the room, and it sort of faded away. My mother said it was probably my Guardian Angel.
Evolution was far more thrilling to me than the biblical account. Who would not rather be a rising ape than a falling angel? To my juvenile eyes, Darwin was proved true every day. It doesn't take much to make us flip back into monkeys again.
I think that someone is watching out for me, God, my guardian angel, I'm not sure who that is, but they really work hard.
When a child can be brought to tears, and not from fear of punishment, but from repentance he needs no chastisement. When the tears begin to flow from the grief of their conduct you can be sure there is an angel nestling in their heart.
'Empire of Self' is a loving portrait of a very difficult man. Jay Parini, himself a gifted novelist, poet and biographer, has gone very deep into the 'black energy' of Gore Vidal's relentless narcissism and megalomania. Parini envisions an epic battle between Vidal's angelic and demonic sides, yet there's very little of the angel in Vidal.
When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.
Artistic temperament sometimes seems a battleground, a dark angel of destruction and a bright angel of creativity wrestling.