He will give his angels charge of you

to guard you in all your ways.

On their hands they will bear you up,

lest you dash your foot against a stone.

Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.

Hark! the music of the angels

Floating onward still we hear;

Blessèd music, sweetest chorus

Ever sung to mortal ear.

There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil. The triumph of anything is a matter of organization. If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.

But angels come to lead frail minds to rest

In chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound.

You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within;

You stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.

When people think of angels, they think flowing robes and halos. But in the Bible, they also look like ordinary people. Why not today?

[Angels] aid us in our personal mission. We have to learn to listen, for if we block the angels out, they become only the fairy beings of dreams and pleasant stories.

The angels must often be astonished at us and think we are the strangest creatures that well can be, yet they love us, and therefore they take a great interest in that Gospel that promotes our highest good.

Good angels are fallible ... they sin every day and fall from Heaven like flies.

Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell.

Ye holy angels bright,

Who stand before God’s throne

And dwell in glorious light,

Praise ye the Lord each one.

Assist our song, or else the theme

Too high doth seem for mortal tongue.

Funny thing, every time an angel appeared to someone in the Bible, the first thing he'd say was, "Fear not." ... I guess they were pretty spectacular.

Angels have no gender. Their true form lies far beyond our current ability to fully understand, being somewhat akin to complex geometric patterns, incandescent like fire-works. But angels do take on forms that we can grasp. They do this for two reasons: so that we can perceive them on a level closer to our own; and to veil, or step down, the intensity of their vibrations so that we can endure them.

Angels have immense auras, extending in some cases, like a mountain Deva, for miles. The historical attribution of wings to angelics is probably the result of the subconscious minds of human seers "clothing" the auras of angels with a form that their conscious minds could comprehend.

Angels appear to transcend all cultures, races, and systems. They are a part of human history and civilization, sometimes at the forefront, other times in the shadows, but they are always there. They don't belong to any one particular religion, although many modern people try to associate them with Christianity, Judaism, and Islam. No one religion holds total responsibility for the belief in angels. In truth, these religions only support the existence of angels, they didn't create them.

The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall.

It is not because angels are holier than men or devils that makes them angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another, but from God only.

Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves

The feet of angels bright;

Unseen they pour blessing,

And joy without ceasing,

On each bud and blossom,

And each sleeping bosom.

When the Angels arrive, the devils leave.

Songs of praise the angels sang,

Heav’n with alleluias rang,

When creation was begun,

When God spoke and it was done.

A question arises regarding the angels who dwell with us, serve us and protect us, whether their joys are equal to those of the angels in heaven, or whether they are diminished by the fact that they protect and serve us. No, they are certainly not; for the work of the angels is the will of God, and the will of God is the work of the angels; their service to us does not hinder their joy nor their working. If God told an angel to go to a tree and pluck caterpillars off it, the angel would be quite ready to to so, and it would be his happiness, if it were the will of God.

Man is his own star, and the soul that can

Render an honest and a perfect man

Commands all light, all influence, all fate.

Nothing to him falls early, or too late.

Our acts our angels are, or good or ill,

Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.

Death makes angels of us all

& gives us wings

where we had shoulders

smooth as raven's

claws

In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;

All quit their spere, and rush into the skies!

Pride still is aiming at the blessed abodes,

Men would be Angels, Angels would be Gods.

They will come from the bright, sunny land,

Come on their pinions so fair;

Jesus will send them its glory to tell,

Angels will carry me there.

Lord, give Thine angels every day

Command to guard us on our way,

And bid them every evening keep

Their watch around us while we sleep.

So shall no wicked thing draw near

To do us harm or cause us fear;

And we shall dwell, when life is past,

With angels round Thy throne at last.

Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror

which we are barely able to endure and are awed

because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.

Each single angel is terrifying.

Ambition first sprung from your blest abodes;

The glorious fault of Angels and of Gods.

In the arms of an angel

Fly away from here

From this dark cold hotel room

And the endlessness that you fear

You are pulled from the wreckage

Of your silent reverie

You’re in the arms of the angel

May you find some comfort there.