Light Quotes - Page 18

I spent all nightweaving a poem for you to wear. You look so beautifulwhen you wear my light.

Kamand Kojouri

Be the light and source of inspiration that others see

Sunday Adelaja

God’s at work, lightening every load!

Israelmore Ayivor

Love is a light of liberty.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The flame of fire burns within.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I try to be a positive light in this cold dark world... if only with a few words from deep within my heart, I try

Nyki Mack

He who does not see the light in others does not see the light in himself.

Doreen DeVore

To be taught to read—what is the use of that, if you know not whether what you read is false or true? To be taught to write or to speak—but what is the use of speaking, if you have nothing to say? To be taught to think—nay, what is the use of being able to think, if you have nothing to think of? But to be taught to see is to gain word and thought at once, and both true.

John Ruskin

It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light. Some people without possessing genius have a remarkable power of stimulating it.

Arthur Conan Doyle

And so I tell you, restless one, that no matter what happens, when things get dark, look to the light and keep moving forward in faith.

Seth Adam Smith

Have faith in the light you carry.

Seth Adam Smith

Put down your stones. Why are you breaking the window when God has left the door wide open? If you are afraid, lover, follow me. I will guide the way.

Kamand Kojouri

Faith is a flaming light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

If you stand firm in the light, you can never be diminish by the doom of darkness.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Faith is the light of fire.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Let your faith be in the Lord Jesus and not in your strength, to fight against ungodliness and injustice in the society.

Sunday Adelaja

If you are faithful in little things, then you will be given a bigger commitment.

Sunday Adelaja

The blazing fire burns!

Lailah Gifty Akita

At the dawn of light, darkness disappears.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Depart from the deeds of darkness. Return to path of light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Faith has won it! Fear has lost it! When you get full of faith, the devil gets filled with fear! Keep your faith in light every day and you will keep the devil in fright always!

Israelmore Ayivor

[The] insistence on the absolutely indiscriminate nature of compassion within the Kingdom is the dominant perspective of almost all of Jesus' teaching.What is indiscriminate compassion? 'Take a look at a rose. Is is possible for the rose to say, "I'll offer my fragrance to good people and withhold it from bad people"? Or can you imagine a lamp that withholds its rays from a wicked person who seeks to walk in its light? It could do that only be ceasing to be a lamp. And observe how helplessly and indiscriminately a tree gives its shade to everyone, good and bad, young and old, high and low; to animals and humans and every living creature -- even to the one who seeks to cut it down. This is the first quality of compassion -- its indiscriminate character.' (Anthony DeMello, The Way to Love)...What makes the Kingdom come is heartfelt compassion: a way of tenderness that knows no frontiers, no labels, no compartmentalizing, and no sectarian divisions.

Brennan Manning

When you get to the end of all the light you know and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing that one of two things shall happen: either you will be given something solid to stand on, or you will be taught how to fly.

Edward Teller

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

Aberjhani

A tree forms itself in answerto its place and the light.Explain it how you will, the onlything explainable will beyour explanation.” Sabbaths 1999 IV

Wendell Berry

Shadow is ever besieged, for that is its nature. Whilst darkness devours, and light steals. And so one sees shadow ever retreat to hidden places, only to return in the wake of the war between dark and light.

Steven Erikson

On the beach, at dawn:Four small stones clearlyHugging each other.How many kinds of loveMight there be in the world,And how many formations might they makeAnd who am I everTo imagine I could knowSuch a marvelous business?When the sun brokeIt poured willingly its lightOver the stonesThat did not move, not at all,Just as, to its always generous term,It shed its light on me,My own body that loves, Equally, to hug another body.

Mary Oliver

we must bringour own lightto thedarkness.

Charles Bukowski

From love's plectrum arisesthe song of the string of lifeLove is the light of lifelove is the fire of life

Muhammad Iqbal

That is what you meant to me: a light that shone through the darkness.” (Your smile, p. 56)

Chimnese Davids

The exceeding brightness of this early sunMakes me conceive how dark I have become.

Wallace Stevens

i want to be in love with youthe same wayi am in love with the moonwith the lightshiningout of its soul.

Sanober Khan

LightLightThe visible reminder of Invisible Light.

T.S Eliot

HEARTWORKEach day is born with a sunriseand ends in a sunset, the same way weopen our eyes to see the light, and close them to hear the dark.You have no control overhow your story begins or ends.But by now, you should know thatall things have an ending.Every spark returns to darkness.Every sound returns to silence.And every flower returns to sleepwith the earth.The journey of the sunand moon is predictable.But yours, is your ultimateART.

Suzy Kassem

Green was the silence, wet was the light,the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

Pablo Neruda

PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.

Emily Dickinson

Like the morning sun, you appeared in my cloudy sky and filled my world with light, love, beauty, and joy.

Debasish Mridha

i feel everything.i do not know how to un-feeland to not feelis to stop the sun.

Ava

i took it off.i did not want to carry it with me anymore.

Ava

He who sacrifices his respect for love basically burns his body to obtain the light.

Amit Kalantri

Forgiveness is brave, sets us free from darkness, and allows light to shine the sweet fragrance of life into our souls

Paul Bradley Smith

O' melancholy,hectic chill for human soul,herewith dismal presence,any spirit does descent.

Nithin Purple

Positive change happens when darkness is exposed to light

Paul Bradley Smith

At some point your candle will go out, so make use of the light.

Shaun Hick

You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled by the lessor light of the moon. During this time I restore my temple, and later awake to greet the awesome radiance of the sun-star.

T.F. Hodge

No matter how dim the light filtering through the trees is, you can still try your best to grasp it. -Kaien Cross

Matsuri Hino

The best way to be appreciative for your life is to live it; don't die for any other reason but love. Dreams are what guide us, art is what defines us, math is makes it all possible, and love is what lights our way.

Mike Norton

One night he sits up. In cots around him are a few dozen sick or wounded. A warm September wind pours across the countryside and sets the walls of the tent rippling.Werner’s head swivels lightly on his neck. The wind is strong and gusting stronger, and the corners of the tent strain against their guy ropes, and where the flaps at the two ends come up, he can see trees buck and sway. Everything rustles. Werner zips his old notebook and the little house into his duffel and the man beside him murmurs questions to himself and the rest of the ruined company sleeps. Even Werner’s thirst has faded. He feels only the raw, impassive surge of the moonlight as it strikes the tent above him and scatters. Out there, through the open flaps of the tent, clouds hurtle above treetops. Toward Germany, toward home.Silver and blue, blue and silver.Sheets of paper tumble down the rows of cots, and in Werner’s chest comes a quickening. He sees Frau Elena kneel beside the coal stove and bank up the fire. Children in their beds. Baby Jutta sleeps in her cradle. His father lights a lamp, steps into an elevator, and disappears.The voice of Volkheimer: What you could be.Werner’s body seems to have gone weightless under his blanket, and beyond the flapping tent doors, the trees dance and the clouds keep up their huge billowing march, and he swings first one leg and then the other off the edge of the bed.“Ernst,” says the man beside him. “Ernst.” But there is no Ernst; the men in the cots do not reply; the American soldier at the door of the tent sleeps. Werner walks past him into the grass.The wind moves through his undershirt. He is a kite, a balloon.Once, he and Jutta built a little sailboat from scraps of wood and carried it to the river. Jutta painted the vessel in ecstatic purples and greens, and she set it on the water with great formality. But the boat sagged as soon as the current got hold of it. It floated downstream, out of reach, and the flat black water swallowed it. Jutta blinked at Werner with wet eyes, pulling at the battered loops of yarn in her sweater.“It’s all right,” he told her. “Things hardly ever work on the first try. We’ll make another, a better one.”Did they? He hopes they did. He seems to remember a little boat—a more seaworthy one—gliding down a river. It sailed around a bend and left them behind. Didn’t it?The moonlight shines and billows; the broken clouds scud above the trees. Leaves fly everywhere. But the moonlight stays unmoved by the wind, passing through clouds, through air, in what seems to Werner like impossibly slow, imperturbable rays. They hang across the buckling grass.Why doesn’t the wind move the light?Across the field, an American watches a boy leave the sick tent and move against the background of the trees. He sits up. He raises his hand.“Stop,” he calls.“Halt,” he calls.But Werner has crossed the edge of the field, where he steps on a trigger land mine set there by his own army three months before, and disappears in a fountain of earth.

Anthony Doerr

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper,Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Sylvia Plath

I see black light (his last words)

Victor Hugo

An eye for an eye my friend.

Tsugumi Ohba

If there be light, then there is darkness; if cold, heat; if height, depth; if solid, fluid; if hard, soft; if rough, smooth; if calm, tempest; if prosperity, adversity; if life, death.

Pythagoras

When he shall die,Take him and cut him out in little stars,And he will make the face of heaven so fineThat all the world will be in love with nightAnd pay no worship to the garish sun.

William Shakespeare

Darkness should never be an excuse to quit, for with God, darkness is the exact stuff that light was built for.

Craig D. Lounsbrough

Let it shine, the light in you. Oh, and that's delighting me! Various colors shining through. Elated, it fills my soul with ecstasy.

Ana Claudia Antunes

O, weary angels, don’t look at me with those eyes.If that is your state then what of our cries?What can I tell you of goodness that you don’t already know?What can I tell you of faith,of hope and lovethat you yourselves bestow?O, angels, don’t pluck another feather,this isn’t the sky, it’s just the weather.Please, angels, try.We are one all together.Look up and listen, I’ll say it once and then put down my pen:We are sorry for our ignoranceand even though we are worldly,it might happen again.We are sorry for your wearinessand even though you aren’t worldly,we are no more than human.

Kamand Kojouri

When hope turns dark, I will bring the sun to light it, I shall guide, protect thee, For I am the human spirit.Poem: God’s Dream, in ‘Chameleon Lights

Ayushman Jamwal

I don’t know why everyoneis still trying to find out whether heaven and hell exist.Why do we need more evidence?They exist here on this very Earth.Heaven is standing atop Mount Qasiounoverlooking the Damascene sightswith the wind carrying Qabbani’sdulcet words all around you.And hell is only four hours away in Aleppo where children’s cries drown out the explosions of mortar bombsuntil they lose their voice,their families, and their limbs.Yes, hell certainly does existright now, at this moment,as I pen this poem. And all we’re doingto extinguish this hellfireis sighing, shrugging, liking, and sharing.Tell me: what exactly does that makeus? Are we any better than the gatekeepers of hell?

Kamand Kojouri

Successes are those highlights of life we look back on with a smile. But it's the day to day grind of getting them that defines the laugh lines etched until the end of time. Enjoy each moment along the way

Aaron Lauritsen

There's more to a person than flesh. Judge others by the sum of their soul and you'll see that beauty is a force of light that radiates from the inside out.

Aaron Lauritsen

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