Quotes About Radiance

The burning flame is spirit of light.

Defy me not for gleam can only shine in my existence" said Darkness.

The light within my spirit is a sacred lamp.

Do not hide your light, let it shine.

He onward came; far off his coming shone.

Dark with excessive bright.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

Beauty is the illumination of your soul.

Contemplation places us in a purity and radiance which is far above our understanding.

Through darkness diamonds spread their richest light.

So powerful is the light of unity that it can illuminate the whole earth.

A good smile is the sunshine of wisdom.

If light is the first love of life, is not love a light to the heart?

Truly great people emit a light that warms the hearts of those around them.

Journey into Power is about excavating the amazing, radiant self already inside you. Within you is a power that is already perfect, and the true essence of seeking on this journey is accepting .

Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire throne.

Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.

I watched her departure, as one watches a sunset. She went like a radiance through the dark wood, which was henceforth bright to me, from simply knowing that such a creature was in it.

It was now dark enough for me to see that every flower was shining with a light of its own.

Light unshared is darkness. To be light indeed, it must shine out. It is of the very essence of light, that it is for others.

There are times, and those times many, when the cares of this world-with no right to any part in our thought, seeing that they are either unreasonable or God imperfect- so blind the eyes of the soul to the radiance of the eternally true, that they see it only as if it ought to be true, not as if it must be true; as if it it might be true in the region of thought, but could not be true in the region of fact.

In this place, he knew instinctively, the lights would never be turned out. It was the place with no darkness.

The thousand dresses, laid out so reverently that afternoon, flecks of dust brushed off carefully in doorways, hems gathered up for the carriage trip: where are they now? Is a single one museum-displayed? Are some few yet saved in attics? Most are dust. As are the women who wore them so proudly in that transient moment of radiance.

It seemed to him that Serena brought light into a sunless room, and it never occurred to him that anyone could find it too strong.