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“Where the bright seraphim in burning row
Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow.”
― John Milton, The Complete Poetry

“Seraphim, you understand? Not frilly angels with blousy pink wings and haloes like wedding rings. These ones had wheels full of eyes and voices like the noise of the deep.”
― Catherynne M. Valente

“Do the words 'human rights' even exist in this country anymore?”
― Mamoru Oshii, Seraphim: 266613336 Wings

“She looked up out of her voice and saw the angel.…and the entire message had no words. The entire message will be only the beat and direction of time. Yes is Now.

The angel who says, “It’s time.��

“Is it time?�� she asked. “Does it hurt?�� He will have the most beautiful face she has ever seen.

“Oh, babe.�� The angel starts to cry. “You can’t imagine,�� he said.”
― Denis Johnson, Angels

“None of us could have predicted this," Death said. "That the dragon, who was terminally possessive and loved the material treasures of the world beyond all else, would come to yearn eternally for what he could never truly hold onto: the soul of another. All things die, brother. Sooner or later, they all die.”
― Thea Harrison, The Adversary

“Лястовичката, която имаше гнездо в кафенето, трепна с крилете си току пред лицето му, влезе вътре, повъртя се, след туй пак тъй бързо се стрелна навън. Две-три врабчета подскачаха към Серафима и той се пазеше да не мръдне, за да могат да си вземат някоя трохичка.”
― Йордан Йовков, Ако можеха да говорят

“A rabble-rouser from the UN high commission for refugees . . . the former magi who resigned in protest against purification . . . plus a girl . . . and a dog.”
― Mamoru Oshii

“I will always want to touch you," he told her. "No matter how stinky or cranky you get. If you want, I'll roll in the mud with you."

"Now, there's true love." She snuggled against his chest.”
― Thea Harrison, The Adversary

“This fallen world is not going to provide you with the proof of God’s love. Only faith will. And to have faith, you have to become like a madman in the eyes of this world. Just keep in mind that the world itself is mad. And so, to be a madman, according to the judgement of a mad world, is, in fact, to be perfectly sane. So, if that’s what it takes, then be mad. Be mad and reject the demonic whispers of the Devil that tells you Christ does not love you. Reject the fallen logic of this world that tells you Christ does not love you. Reject the wisdom of your fallen mind, reject the emotions of your fallen heart. For both will tell you at various moments in your life that Christ does not love you. Learn not to listen to them. Learn to be blind to them. Learn to be dead to them. There is a very good reason why Christ says one can only open to real life when one has rejected and lost this fallen life.”
― Fr. Seraphim Aldea