Quotes About Light

IN THE BEGINNING, after he labored over the heavens and the earth, the light and the dark, the land and sea and all living things that dwell therein, after he created man and woman and before he rested, I believe God gave us one final gift. Lest we forget the divine source of all that beauty, he gave us stories.

When darkness comes over your soul, it doesn't come in light shades; it descends with all the black of a moonless night.

The beauty isn't in the jewel itself, but in the way the light shines through it.

You are the light. The darkness will always try to snuff you out.

I've always thought of her in the way I think of a precious gem: The beauty isn't in the jewel itself, but in the way the light shines through it.

In this moment, here and now, we celebrate the spirit of what is good in each of us and in those friends who stood with us in the dark and chased away death's shadow." He lifted his eyes to the night sky. "We give thanks to the Creator and we pray that in the battle between love and fear, which is always raging in the human heart, love will triumph.

faith, to embrace hope, and to bear your love before you like a burning candle, for I promise that it will light your way. "And whether you believe in miracles or not, I can guarantee that you will experience one. It may not be the miracle you've prayed for. God probably won't undo what's been done. The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day. "Jesus

When darkness comes over your soul, it doesn't come in light shades; it descends with all the black of a moonless night.

Only God is perfect, Odie. To the rest of us, he gave all kinds of wrinkles and cracks." She lifted her hair from her cheek, showing me the long scar there. "If we were perfect, the light he shines on us would just bounce right off. But the wrinkles, they catch the light. And the cracks, that's how the light gets inside us. When I pray, Odie, I never pray for perfection. I pray for forgiveness, because it's the one prayer I know will always be answered.

faith, to embrace hope, and to bear your love before you like a burning candle, for I promise that it will light your way.

When darkness comes over your soul, it doesn't come in light shades; it descends with all the black of a moonless night. In the faces of the women around that cook fire, what I saw was the vacant look of abandonment, and I knew it was all my fault.

There is something about a fire on a dark night, a fire shared with others, that pulls the gloom right out of you. We sat around the cheery little blaze with the branches popping as they burned with the flames dancing, and although we hadn't eaten that day, I could feel our spirits rise along with the smoke that drifted toward the stars.

In your dark night, I urge you to hold to your faith, to embrace hope, and to bear your love before you like a burning candle, for I promise that it will light your way.

If we were perfect, the light he shines on us would just bounce right off. But the wrinkles, they catch the light. And the cracks, that's how the light gets inside us.

Long after dark, the moon rose, full. All the stars around it vanished as if the moon were a bucket that had scooped them up, filling itself to overflowing with their silver light.

You speak the truth, but the Light will preserve us. It always had, and it always will.

We do not all have to enter the darkness to fight against it." "Sometimes, defeating evil means getting your hands dirty." "And sometimes, getting your hands dirty turns you to evil." Ishanah's smile seemed mocking. "In order to work with the Light, you must be pure of heart." "And you think I am not?" Maiev's anger simmered in her voice. "I think you do what you believe is right.

brother? It is still light out. It is not yet reading time.' Tyrion looked guiltily at the copy of Maderion's Tales of the Caledorian Epoch that lay on the chipped table beside the bed. He walked over to the windows. The drapes were fusty and smelled of mould. Cold air whistled in through gaps in the shutters, despite the torn shreds of sacking he had stuffed into the gaps. There was no place in the old

In a summer season when soft was the sun.

arm, two long candlesticks, one

light of day smashed into the shack's interior. The magazine writer raised a hand to shield her eyes even as she reached for her handbag. When the door slammed shut and the glare died, it took her a long moment to link the man standing before her with the handsome outlaw she had been expecting.

This Truth, therefore, that the Kingdom of God is within us, that its light is solely the Lamb of God, its Spirit solely the Spirit of God, stands upon a Rock, against which all Attempts are in vain.

You have seen, that the Properties of Nature are, and can be, nothing else in their own Life, but a restless Hunger, Disquiet, and blind Strife for they know not what, till the Property of Light and Love has got Possession of them.

Wonder not therefore, Academicus, that all the Work of our Salvation and Regeneration is, by the Scripture, wholly confined to the Operation of the Light and Spirit of God, living and working in us.