Quotes About Light

caracterul d? form? unei vieÈ›i indiferent de obscuritatea vieÈ›ii respective È™i de cât de rar se reflect? lumina stelelor asupra ei. VocaÈ›ia devine chemare la via??, nu conflict cu ea. Chemarea la onestitate mai curând decât la succes, la iubire È™i relaÈ›ie, la munc? È™i lupt? de dragul vieÈ›ii.

Occasionally throughout the ages, the clouds of history show a rift and through it the sun of human betterment shines out for a few deceptive moments over a limited area.

Joy it is in everything and anything we might experience; God has placed it all around us... My point is that you do not need me or anyone else around to bring this new kind of light in your life. It is simply waiting out there for you to grasp it, and all you have to do is reach for it. The only person you are fighting is yourself and your stubbornness to engage in new circumstances.

We have one life. We have one chance; to be a positive strength, to feed humanity the light of being humane.

In the darkest moments of someone's life. Be light one of the lights, that light of all lights.

It is how you shine in the darkness during other people's misery that is remembered more than anything

A little kindness from a stranger goes a long way." "You may be the light at the end of someone's tunnel.

Though the sun may not shine on me today, as long as I keep up the fight, there's always tomorrow and another chance to find my light.

It is the controller of Nature alone that can bring light out of darkness, and order out of confusion. Who is he that causeth the mole, from his secret path of darkness, to throw up the gem, the gold, and the precious ore? The same that from the mouths of babes and sucklings can extract the perfection of praise, and who can make the most abject of his creatures instrumental in bringing the most hidden truths to light.

this tungsten spark we call our soul

All things are inconstant except the faith in the soul, which changes all things and fills their inconstancy with light.

Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.

Woodshadows floated silently by through the morning peace from the stairhead seaward where he gazed. Inshore and farther out the mirror of water whitened, spurned by lightshod hurrying feet. White breast of the dim sea. The twining stresses, two by two. A hand plucking the harpstrings, merging their twining chords. Wavewhite wedded words shimmering on the dim tide.

A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light, flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than the other.

The dull light fell more faintly upon the page whereon another equation began to unfold itself slowly and to spread abroad its widening tail. It was his own soul going forth to experience, unfolding itself sin by sin, spreading abroad the balefire o fits burning stars and folding back upon itself, fading slowly, quenching its own lights and fires. they were quenched; and the cold darkness filled chaos.

A light wind passed his brow, fanning softly his fair uncombed hair and stirring silver points of anxiety in his eyes.

He heard the sob passing loudly down his father's throat and opened his eyes with a nervous impulse. The sunlight breaking suddenly on his sight turned the sky and clouds into a fantastic world of sombre masses with lakelike spaces of dark rosy light. His

He heard the sob passing loudly down his father's throat and opened his eyes with a nervous impulse. The sunlight breaking suddenly on his sight turned the sky and clouds into a fantastic world of sombre masses with lakelike spaces of dark rosy light.

I bar the candles,.... I bar the magic-lantern business.

Luz dorada sobr el mar, sobre arena, sobre cantizales. El sol está ahí, los gráciles árboles, las casas limón.

their tunics bloodbright in a lampglow, black sockets of caps on their blond cropped polls.

Forms passed this way and that through the dull light. And that was life.

the park's so dark by kindlelight. But look what you have in your handself!

Madem ki bu dünyan?n çocuklar? kendi kuÅŸaklar? içinde ?????n çocuklar?ndan daha ak?ll?d?r. Öyleyse adaletsizliÄŸi ve tamahkarl??? dost edinin ki öldüÄŸünüz zaman sizi ebedi mekanlar?na kabul etsinler.