Angel Of Death Quotes by Louis Farrakhan, Melissa de la Cruz, Mother Teresa, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Neil Gaiman, Allen West and many others.
I am a Warner from God to America and the nations of the Earth by God’s Permission. God is destroying America by degrees with The Forces of Nature, which you have no power against! … The Death Angel is in America as we speak – these natural disasters are going to increase.
This is not some silly game…This is life and death Angels and demons.
A beautiful death is for people who have lived like animals to die like angels.
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends! Hath he not always treasures, always friends, The good great man? Three treasures, love and light, And calm thoughts, regular as infants’ breath; And three firm friends, more sure than day and night, Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
I once read that you die because you see the Angel of Death, and you fall in love. And you fall in love so hard your soul is sucked out through your eyes, and that’s the moment of death. It’s a lovely, strange old Jewish legend.
The future does not belong to those who attack our Embassies and Consulates and kill our Ambassadors. The Angel of Death in the form of an American Bald Eagle will visit you and wreak havoc and destruction upon your existence.
With every cell of my being and with every fiber of my memory I oppose the death penalty in all forms. I do not believe any civilized society should be at the service of death. I don’t think it’s human to become an agent of the angel of death.
Make sure to send a lazy man the angel of death.
Reading is the way mankind delays the inevitable. Reading is the way we shake our fist at the sky. As long as we have these epic, improbable reading projects arrayed before us, we cannot breathe our last: Tell the Angel of Death to come back later; I haven’t quite finished Villette.
How’s the Angel of Death supposed to do his job with clipped wings?
Maybe this is why so many serial killers work in pairs. It’s nice not to feel alone in a world full of victims or enemies. It’s no wonder Waltraud Wagner, the Austrian Angel of Death, convinced her friends to kill with her. It just seems natural. You and me against the world.
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!
The angel of death has been abroad throughout the land; you may almost hear the beating of his wings.
Look at that ugly dead mask here and do not forget it. It is a chalk mask with dead dry poison behind it, like the death angel. It is what I was this fall, and what I never want to be again. The pouting disconsolate mouth, the flat, bored, numb, expressionless eyes: symptoms of the foul decay within.
There’s a tale in the Caballa that suggests that the Angel of Death is so beautiful that upon seeing it (or him, or her) you fall in love so hard, so fast, that your soul is pulled out through your eyes. I like that story.