I’ve noticed in my life that the people who act as my angels are not some strange angelic creatures that seem almost untouchable, but are more real than that. They are people who have tasted sorrow, who have felt pain, and in a way, that makes them capable of being an angel. In their darkest moments they have become strong.
The Hippie, Snowflake Obsidian: Memoir of a Cutter
angel, sorrow, strength-through-adversity