Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.
When the angels praise God in Heaven I am sure they play Bach. However, en famille they play Mozart, and then God the Lord is especially delighted to listen to them.
The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us, and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
I believe that angels never leave the people they love and that in difficult moments they are always near us to guide us.
Angels are the people who have left us on earth, but who we always keep in our hearts.
I also live for you who are not here anymore, for you that if you were here you'd give a smile, for you who left an emptiness in those who love you, for you that lost life, for you who have everything to become an angel.
Dead tears fall down my face, pouring the land of sad fate... where is now buried my smile, with you that by now live up there into the more blue sky... Angels unattainable.
Damned angels are missing traveller... inside a time without affinity!
Damned angels are those who spend life through the hell... to join paradise.
. Great might was given to him by Ilùvatar, and he was coeval with Manwë. In the powers and knowledge of all the other Valar he had part, but he turned them to evil purposes, and squandered his strength in violence and tyranny. For he coveted Arda and all that was in it, desiring the kingship of Manwë and dominion over the realms of his peers. From splendour he fell through arrogance to contempt for all things save himself, a spirit wasteful and pitiless. Understanding he turned to subtlety in perverting to his own will all that he would use, until he became a liar without shame. [...] But he was not alone. For of the Maiar many were drawn to his splendour in the days of his greatness, and remained in that allegiance down into his darkness; and others he corrupted afterwards to his service with lies and treacherous gifts.