Halldór Laxness (1902–1998) Icelandic author
Ólafur
Heimsljós (World Light) (1940), Book Three: The House of the Poet
“When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a dove; but we know their presence by the love they create in our hearts.”
Source: Poems by Mary Baker Eddy
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