Our Angels Are Different/Quotes
In the plastic arts these symbols [depictions of angels] have steadily degenerated. Fra Angelico’s angels carry in their face and gesture the peace and authority of heaven. Later come the chubby infantile nudes of Raphael; finally the soft, slim, girlish and consolatory angels of nineteenth-century art, shapes so feminine that they avoid being voluptuous only by their total insipidity—the frigid houris of a tea-table paradise. They are a pernicious symbol. In Scripture the visitation of an angel is always alarming; it has to begin by saying “Fear not.” The Victorian angel looks as if it were going to say “There, there.” |
We are natural laws, Matthew. We were once waves and quanta. We danced, not on the heads of pins, but in the orbits of electrons.
—Gaviel, Demon: The Fallen
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Our numbers are not unlimited: six of my brothers fell in the field this week.
—Castiel, Supernatural
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Dean: Who are you? |
Angels can fly because they can take themselves lightly.
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Metatron: Oh, get over yourself, will you? I couldn't rape you if I wanted to. Angels are ill-equipped. (lowers his pants, revealing he has no genitalia) See? I'm as anatomically impaired as a Ken doll. You bottom-feeders and your arrogance; you think everybody's just trying to get in your knickers.
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I'm an angel. I kill firstborns while their mamas watch. I turn cities into salt. I even, when I feel like it, rip the souls from little girls, and from now till kingdom come, the only thing you can count on in your existence is never understanding why.
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Andy: April, you're like an angel with no wings. |