Quotes About Light

Run toward the darkness, sweet peas, and shine.

That place of true healing is a fierce place. It's a giant place. It's a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it.

The place of true healing is a fierce place. It's a giant place. It's a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light. And you have to work really, really, really hard to get there, but you can do it. You're a woman who can travel that far.

she said things I already knew but needed to hear again. How in darkness, we are waiting. How it is in the times that we must search hardest for the light that we are most profoundly transformed.

Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers

He had not put the light over the garage door on, or the porch light on, or any outside light. They would be visible from the road. He had the crazy idea that light would draw attention to him, could somehow be a magnet for someone (who? the cops? the ASPCA? St. Francis of Assisi?) to discover what he'd done. That was the last thing he needed now.

DEDICATION "To The Creator, who gives us the Light by which we more clearly see the Darkness…

There are two ways of spreading light to be candle,or the mirror that reflects it.

You only need the light when it is burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow.   How

You only need the light when it is burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow.

E quando amanhece, não é o dia que nasce no horizonte, é a noite que se recolhe no fundo do vale

You are my sonshine.

Springtime is the bringer of light...

I'll tell you how the Sun rose – A Ribbon at a time....

Morning breaks the mystery of night with her delicately blazing pastel light.

Night embraces the quiet dark sky Until it sparks alive with morning light

Dawn spreads her wispy pink angel wings over the morning.

Night-time moon — glowing, muted, soft distant light to soothe our harshly lit days

...there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night...

Light of the moon Moves west, flowers' shadows Creep eastward.

With all your science can you tell how it is, and whence it is, that light comes into the soul?

If something is written in the stars, can't it also be inscribed in the fiery light of our souls?

Soul shadows you everywhere.

Even on cloudy days the sun waits to break through.