angels

A Quote by Prophet Muhammad on angels

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When you visit an invalid tell him to make a supplication for you, for his supplication is like of the angels.

Muhammad (570 - 632)

Source: Sayings of Muhammad. by Prof. Ghazi Ahmad

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A Quote by Prophet Muhammad on angels, deed, good, and people

When he dies, people will say, "What property has he left behind him?" But the angels will ask, "What good deeds has he sent before him?"

Muhammad (570 - 632)

Source: Koran

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A Quote by Prophet Muhammad on angels, god, mercy, peace, and people

People will not sit remembering God without the angels surrounding them, mercy covering them, peace descending on them.

Muhammad (570 - 632)

Source: Sayings of Muhammad. by Prof. Ghazi Ahmad

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A Quote by Miguel de Unamuno on angels and devil

The devil is an angel too.

Miguel de Unamuno

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A Quote by Michelangelo Buonarroti on angels

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I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475 - 1564)

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A Quote by Mark Twain on angels

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When one has tasted watermelon he knows what the angels eat.

Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)

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A Quote by Mark Twain on angels, earth, god, grace, repentance, and world

The true Southern watermelon is a boon apart, and not to be mentioned with commoner things. It is chief of this world's luxuries, king by the grace of God over all the fruits of the earth. When one has tasted it, he knows what the angels eat. It was not a Southern watermelon that Eve took; we know it because she repented.

Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)

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A Quote by Mark Twain on angels and babies

A baby is an angel whose wings decrease as his legs increase.

Mark Twain (1835 - 1910)

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A Quote by Mae West on angels, babies, beginning, kiss, and love

Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .

Mae West (1892 - 1980)

Source: I'm No Angel, 1933.

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A Quote by Lyman Littlefield on adversity, affection, angels, blush, brides, charm, circumstances, crime, earth, evolution, existence, fatherhood, fortune, grace, health, heart, justice, kindness, life, mortality, motherhood, science, seasons, time, trus

The proudest monarch that ever wore a crown, or the most illustrious commander whose fortune it has been to subjugate empires, are melted into contrition when she who nursed the incipient fires of his mortal existence is passing from earth to be hidden from his gaze through the appointed seasons of revolving time. Even the obdurate and depraved turn to her with reverence, and though crime may have placed his feet upon the scaffold where his offense is to be expiated, yet even there the obdurate heart melts into contrition as regretful recollections crowd his bosom that his life had not been molded by the plastic hand of a mother's watchfulness and the words of gentle admonition that fell from her lips. We reverence father for his protection and justice, for sheltering abodes that have secured us from the pelting storms, for his continued kindness as we grow from infancy to manhood, for his wise counsels and expenditure of means, perhaps to polish and refine us with educational science, but through all these bestowments the mother's vigilance has been co-equal, and through all she has ministered as the guardian angel of our existence. Her gentle hand is remembered in every circumstance and condition that has intervened. In health she has spoken kindly congratulations and in sickness has patiently watched through the midnight vigils to bathe the burning brow and still the raging pulse with grateful emollients. She moves in a sphere where unselfish affection holds dominion and wins its votaries by the charms of gentleness and grace, which draw upon the most enduring sensibilities evolved in the bosom of mortals. The adoration that may be revealed in the responsive blushes that glow upon a maiden's cheek, may be more impulsive and brilliant, but cannot be more lasting or conducive to the perpetuity of more substantial benefits. The holy flame of a mother's devotion will burn on undiminished in its brightness, while that of the trusted bride and bridegroom may wane and be extinguished upon the bleak shores swept by the unwelcome winds of adversity.

Lyman Littlefield

Source: Lyman Littlefield Reminiscences (1888), p.135 - p.136

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