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Angel Of Death Quotes

The wickedness of the world was a part of creation, I knew this, and the Angel of Death had been created on that day when life first appeared, yet i was embittered, I wept for what i had lost and what the world had lost and would yet lose again. Alice Hoffman
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! George Byron
Frank Herbert quote: "Paradise on mi right, Hell on my left and the Angel of Death..."
Paradise on mi right, Hell on my left and the Angel of Death behind. Frank Herbert
Peter S. Beagle quote: "How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped..."
How's the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings? Peter S. Beagle
When we play "Angel of Death", it's actually a 2 and half minutes sing 'til our party starts. That song is pretty much been played traditionally in the end. Kerry King
Jim Morrison quote: "Death Makes Angels of us all."
Death Makes Angels of us all. Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison quote: "Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had..."
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders round as ravens claws. Jim Morrison
Jim Morrison quote: "Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had..."
Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws. Jim Morrison
From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell? Edvard Munch
Do you know how pale & wanton thrillfulcomes death on a strange hourunannounced, unplanned forlike a scaring over-friendly guest you'vebrought to bed. Death makes angels of us all& gives us wingswhere we had shoulderssmooth as raven'sclaws Jim Morrison
And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach and which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels to move on, with a phantom dogging its own heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all the Angels dove off and flew into infinity. Jack Kerouac
Knowing he had done wrong, prepared to make amends, settle his business. Determined to return to Brokeland, open the doors wide to the angel of retail death, and run the place into the ground all by himself, if that was what it took-but to fail calmly, to fail with style, to fail above all with that true dignity, unknown to his wife or his partner, which lay in never tripping out, never showing offense or hurt to those who had offended or hurt you. Michael Chabon
Death is not the worst thing. It is His gift to us, and end to want and pain. On the day that we are born the Many-Faced God sends each of us a dark angel to walk through life beside us. When our sins and our sufferings grow to great to be borne, the angel takes us. George R. R. Martin
At the round earth's imagined corners blow. Your trumpets, angels, and arise, arise. From death, you numberless infinities. Of souls, and to your scattered bodies go ; All whom the flood did, and fire shall o'erthrow, All whom war, dea[r]th, age, agues, tyrannies, Despair, law, chance hath slain, and you, whose eyes. Shall behold God, and never taste death's woe. But let them sleep, Lord, and me mourn a space ; For, if above all these my sins abound,'Tis late to ask abundance of Thy grace,... John Donne
Harvey wasn't interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were made of wood and of plastic; some of straw and cloth and papier-mch. Some were as bright as parrots, others as pale as parchment. Some were so grotesque he was certain they'd been carved by crazy people; others so perfect they looked like the death masks of angels. There were masks of clowns and foxes, masks like skulls decorated with real teeth, and one with... Clive Barker

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