Quotes About Light

You have embodied on Earth at this time to heal by awakening consciously to the memory of yourself as soul. Your healing comes and is completed when you see the light of your soul and know that light to be who you truly are.

Besides, I've been feeling a little blue — just a pale, elusive azure. It isn't serious enough for anything darker.

Moonlight and the murmur of pines blended together so that one could hardly tell which was light and which was sound.

Away down at the far end of the lake they got every night a glimpse of a big, continental train rushing through a clearing. Valancy liked to watch its lighted windows flash by and wonder who was on it and what hopes and fears it carried.

Thank God, I can keep the shadows of my life out of my work. I would not wish to darken any other life - I want instead to be a messenger of optimism and sunshine.

the dark is your friend, isn't it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy . . . and it glowers in at you resentfully.

As they dashed into the kitchen the light seemed to vanish, as if blown out by some mighty breath; the awful cloud rolled over the sun and a darkness as of late twilight fell across the world.

No... it's lovely here when the dark is your friend, isn't it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy... and it glowers in at you resentfully.

I'm so glad my window looks east into the sunrising,' said Anne, going over to Diana. 'It's so splendid to see the morning coming up over those long hills and glowing through those sharp fir tops. It's new every morning, and I feel as if I washed my very soul in that bath of earliest sunshine.

light, the sweetness of sleepy robins whistling among the twilit maples, and the dance of a gusty group of daffodils blowing against the

I reckon when the darkness is close to us it is a friend. But when we sorter push it away from us—divorce ourselves from it, so to speak, with lantern light—it becomes an enemy.

It's lovely when the dark is your friend, isn't it? When you turn on the light, it makes the dark your enemy... and it glowers in at you resentfully.

I like to fancy souls as being made out of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers… and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea… and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

Gün ?????n?n alt?nda parlayan muhteÅŸem beyazl?k, geçmiÅŸin tüm hatalar?n? ve utançlar?n? örten bir iyilik örtüsü gibi görünüyordu. Anne ÅŸark? söyleyerek giyindi: Her sabah yeni bir baÅŸlang?çt?r, Her sabah dünya yeniden canlan?r.

when the darkness is close to us it is a friend. But when we sorter push it away from us—divorce ourselves from it, so to speak, with lantern light—it becomes an enemy.

More of a moonbeam than a sunbeam

un sourire ou un mot gentil, cette personne le recevait comme un rayon de soleil et, ne serait-ce qu'un instant, voyait sa vie illuminée d'espoir, de bonheur et d'optimisme.

Eric turned abruptly away to hide his emption and on his face was a light as of one who sees a great glory widening and deepening down the vista of his future.

GüneÅŸin ÅŸu tepelerin ard?ndan doÄŸuÅŸunu ve köknarlar?n sivri uçlar? aras?ndan parlay???n? izlemek muhteÅŸem bir ÅŸey. Her gün sanki yenileniyormuÅŸ ve ruhum güneÅŸin bu ilk ???klar?yla y?kan?yormuÅŸ gibi hissediyorum.

One moonbeam from the forehead to the crown

I wonder what a soul Ã¢â'¬Â¦ a person's soul Ã¢â'¬Â¦ would look like, said Priscilla dreamily. Like that, I should think, answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.

Cathedrals became houses of light, not of God, monuments to man's architectural inspiration, where humanity worshiped its own ingenuity and not God's presence.

When Diana put her mind to something, nothing was allowed to stand in her way. As she said, "Because I've been given the gift to shine a light into the dark corners of the world, and get the media to follow me there, I have to use it," and use it she did—to draw attention to a problem and in a very practical way to apply her incredible healing gifts to the victims. —Simone Simmons

They got out and ran toward half of a bridge. Below the bridge's twisted end was fire. Fire crawled away from the greater blaze, stopped, convulsed, then fell still. The car burned, casting its bonfire light on the canyon and the stream at its bottom.