In this busy modernized age, it's easy to be blind to the light all around us. You see, there truly are real angels living amongst us that look just like you and I. If you pay attention, you can spot one because they're quite easy to find. They're the souls with the eternally deep eyes that always act like something is broken inside, but fail to realize it's just their wings.
If the world hates you then you cannot make them like you but you can love yourself, even more. Tell yourself that you are amazing and deserve to be truly loved by someone who is an angel on this earth.
'When the Creator places in your life an angel, that guides you through and on your path, giving you knowledge and understanding. Life is about inspiring to be a better being, and all you can be. That's what makes this journey shine its rainbow colours and touch other souls with a dab of paint.'
(Reaching others, Spiritual Connections, Colours of our Soul.)
We, who have already borne on the road to Paradise the lives of the best among us, want a difficult, erect, implacable Paradise; a Paradise where one can never rest and which has, beside the threshold of the gates, angels with swords.
(J.A. (José Antonio) Primo de Rivera (1903-1936), Spanish Falangist politician. Quoted in Stanley Payne, Falange, ch. 7 (1962).)
Misfortune is never mournful to the soul that accepts it; for such do always see that every cloud is an angel's face. Every man deems that he has precisely the trials and temptations which are the hardest of all others for him to bear; but they are so, simply because they are the very ones he most needs.
(Lydia M. Child (1802-1880), U.S. abolitionist, writer, editor. Letter, April 27, 1843. Letters from New York, vol. 1, letter 39 (1843).)
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decypher even fragments of their meaning.
(Lydia M. Child (1802-1880), U.S. abolitionist, writer, editor. letter, Sept. 1, 1842. Letters from New York, vol. 1, letter 26 (1843).)