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Connect to the source of light and you will shine bright.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Even in our darkest days, our light will always lead the way.

Karen A. Baquiran

Shine brightly thy inner light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

… remembered summer light, and the luminous inverted ghost of a boy with a parrot on his shoulder.

We live in ignorance in the darkness. But the light of the truth set us free.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The stars give light to night sky.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The sun is the sacred morning light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The people living darkness has seen a bright light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

See your light.

We find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.

Jun'ichirō Tanizaki

It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.

Eleanor Roosevelt

If I could store lightnings in jars, I'd sell them to sick fireflies to light their way. Only they have nothing to pay for it with but life.

The ones who love your dark are the only light you'll ever need.

Chaos and ancient Night, I come no spy,With purpose to explore or to disturbThe secrets of your realm, but by constraint Wand'Ring this darksome desert, as my wayLies through your spacious empire up to light,Alone, and without guide, half lost, I seekWhat readiest path leads where your gloomy bounds Confine with Heav'n; or if som other place From your Dominion won, th' Ethereal King Possesses lately, thither to arriveI travel this profound, direct my course; Directed no mean recompence it brings To your behoof, if I that Region lost, All usurpation then expelled, reduce To her original darkness and your sway (Which is my present journey) and once moreErect the Standard there of ancient Night; Yours be th' advantage all, mine the revenge.970-987

If you walk with the light of the world, you will have the light of life.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Don’t confuse the darkness that’s leaving with the light that’s coming in.

You May Now Leave The FAYZ.

Anyone who fights the light belongs to no other place than the abode of darkness

Osho Samuel Adetunji

Sometimes you have to take a shot in the dark to discover the light.

Vulnerability lets in light.

Light your fire.

The word of God is a light that penetrates the human spirit.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Word of God is the light for sacred path.

Lailah Gifty Akita

We ought to walk in the bright light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Arise and shine thy light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Where there are two on point of independently distinguished purposes, you will find one infinite journey whose path is blazed with the guiding light of wisdom.

Light is light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Enlightenment is light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The most important vision one can be enlightened with is a glimpse of our own true, inherent divinity, an inkling of our eternal potential, our marvelous capabilities, our unbreakable strength, our enduring choice, and our infinite, divine, worth. To feel a permeating sense of the awe-inspiring inexplicable, indescribable Love and its Light burning ever bright and warm, like an eternal Ember at our deepest core, is a life-enhancing, defining and as positively, mind- altering and fulfilling of an experience as there ever was. It is nothing less than a miracle, a glorious paradigm shift...and that’s just the beginning.

Wherever you are, wherever you go, be sure to spread the light.

A day’s brightness is determined by the light in our hearts.

I look up to the light of the Lord to show me the way.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The greater the grace, the greater the light

Lailah Gifty Akita

What liberates us is the light and love.

Lailah Gifty Akita

After many years the woman died, of natural causes. And a few years after that, the ogre died. Eventually, his mistresses died, down on the ground, in the people village, over decades. The war men and women died. The human girl who had escaped her early death died, across the land, over by the ocean, in her shack of blue bowls and rocking chairs. The witch, who had originally made the cake and made up up the spell and given it as a gift to her beloved ogre friend, died. The cake went on and on. Time passed...And the cake, always wanting to please, the cake who had found a way to survive its endlessness by recreating its role over and over again, tried to figure out, in its cake way, what this light-dappled object might want to eat. So it became darkness, a cake of darkness. It did not have to be human food. It did not have to be digestible through a familiar tract. It lay there on the dirt, waiting, a simmering cake of darkness. Through time, and wind, and earthquakes, and chance. At last the cloak fell out of the tree and blew across the land and happened upon the cake where it ate its darkness and extinguished its own dappled light. The cloak disappeared into night and was not seen again, as it was only a piece of coat shaped darkness now and could not be spotted so easily, had there been any eyes left to see it. It floated and joined with nowhere. Darkness was overtaking everything, anyway, pouring over the land and sky. The cake itself, still in the shape of darkness, sat on the hillside. 'What's left?' said the cake. It thought in blocks of feeling. It felt the thick darkness all around it. 'What is left to eat me, to take me in?'Darkness did not want to eat more darkness, not especially. Darkness did not care for carrot cake, or apple pie. Darkness did not seem interested in a water cake or a cake of money. Only when the cake filled with light did it come over. The darkness circling around the light, devouring the light. But the cake kept refilling, as we know. This is the spell of the cake. And the darkness eating light, and again, light, and again, light, lifted.

There is always an emergency light behind load-shedding...!!!

M.Rehan Behleem

To the short-sighted, through the fog, God must be a monster.

The journey to the light starts with a candle. Once it's lit, darkness has gone forever.

Do not waste your life hating. Let your life glow in love.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Fight the darkness. Fight for the light.

Embrace the darknessbut dare you stop seeking the light

The garden was full of sorrowSongbirds and unusual winds whistled a rhymeClouds caused to appear and cast down darknessFor this was the first day the sun didn't shine

John E. Wordslinger

Love is infinite flames of light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.

In the absence of light, you find the brightest parts of you.

...even if things were broken right now. Sometimes it was the cracks that let the light in.

If you follow the light of the world, you will never walk in darkness.

Lailah Gifty Akita

There is deep darkness before the dawn of light.

Lailah Gifty Akita

The light extinguishes all the flaming arrows of darkness.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Dark is just light turned inside out, thinks Maddy. Why be afraid of that?

Helen Humphreys

The light shines brighter on our path.

Lailah Gifty Akita

May the light shines on the people siting in darkness.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I cannot say enough of appreciation for your determination to live by the standards of the Church, to walk with the strength of virtue, to keep your minds above the slough of filth which seems to be moving like a flood across the world. Thank you for knowing there is a better way. Thank you for the will to say no. Thank you for the strength to deny temptation and look beyond and above to the shining light of your eternal potential.

Gordon B. Hinckley

The light within my spirit is a sacred lamp.

Lailah Gifty Akita

He was the last thread suspending me in the light. Without him, I can feel myself spiraling downward, falling to a place where I can no longer pull myself back up.

Marie Lu

God is closer than you think. In your heart, is his truth and light.

If I were a flower,humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind,the light of darkness I'd love to see

When he came down, he was slower, and clutching something his hand. He leapt down the last 5 feet or so and came over to me, uncurling his fingers. In his palm was something trembling and silky and the bright, delicious pale gold of apples; in the gloom of the jungle it looked like light itself. Uva nudged the thing with a finger and it turned over, and I could see it was a monkey of some sort, though no monkey I had ever seen before; it was only a few inches larger than one of the mice I had once been tasked with killing, and his face was a wrinkled black heart, its features pinched together but its eyes large and as blankly blue as a blind kitten's. It had tiny, perfectly formed hands, one of which was gripping its tail, which it had wrapped around itself and which was flamboyantly furred, its hair hanging like a fringe.

Hanya Yanagihara

Born in the East, and clothed in Oriental form and imagery, the Bible walks the ways of all the world with familiar feet, and enters land after land to find its own everywhere. It has learned to speak in hundreds of languages to the heart of man. It comes into the palace to tell the monarch that he is the servant of the Most High, and into the cottage to assure the peasant that he is the son of God. Children listen to its stories with wonder and delight, and wisemen ponder them as parables of life. It has a word of peace for the time of peril, the hour of darkness. Its oracles are repeated in the assembly of the people, and its counsels whispered in the ear of the lonely. The wise and the proud tremble at its warnings, but to the wounded and penitent it has a mother's voice. The wilderness and the solitary place have been made glad by it, and the fire on the hearth has lighted the reading of its well-worn pages. It has woven itself into our deepest affections, and colored our dearest dreams; so that love and friendship, sympathy and devotion, memory and hope, put on the beautiful garments of its treasured speech, breathing of frankincense and myrrh. Above the cradle and beside the grave its great words come to us uncalled. They fill our prayers with power larger than we know, and the beauty of them lingers in our ear long after the sermons which they have adorned have been forgotten. They return to us swiftly and quietly, like birds flying from far away. They surprise us with new meanings, like springs of water breaking forth from the mountain beside a long-forgotten path. They grow richer, as pearls do when they are worn near the heart. No man is poor or desolate who has this treasure for his own. When the landscape darkens and the trembling pilgrim comes to the valley named the shadow, he is not afraid to enter; he takes the rod and staff of Scripture in his hand; he says to friend and comrade, "Good-by, we shall meet again"; and comforted by that support, he goes toward the lonely pass as one who climbs through darkness into light.

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