Quotes About Radiance

Shine your light on love and truth and your soul will glow.

What could there be more purely bright in truth's day star?

Be awesome! Smile like a flower.

I drink cup of sunlight every morning to brighten myself.

Everything is infected with brightness, throbbing with it, and she prays for dark the way a wanderer lost in the desert prays for water. The world is every bit as barren of darkness as a desert is of water. There is no dark in the shuttered room, no dark behind her eyelids. There are only greater and lesser degrees of radiance. When she's crossed over to this realm of relentless brilliance, the voices start.

My skin is dark and glows. It almost seems blue, and it's supersoft.

When people are filled to the brim with love, they are their most beautiful.

Love is the light that can shine so bright.

Love is the white light of emotion.

Real love and Sun have something in common; they are so bright that they don't have shadows, they are free of darkness...

When we are in touch with God's joy and peace in us, then we become whole and holy persons. Like living torches we radiate the light and heat of God's compassionate love.

I didn't know love felt like this, like turning into brightness.

Their love was something which coloured the air between them like sunlight.

The emanation of what you are is love.

Conservatives like Palin and Reagan and others do seem to love the series, but so do people of all political stripes and backgrounds. I speak about the series' "radiant simplicity."

When we radiate the warmth of our love-energy, our compassion-energy on the planet, we shine the qualities of our Source!

Henry, for heaven's sake, can't you light some place?

auringon kilo pani silmät vipajamaan

I'm glad to be a planet orbiting in the light of your sun

Caught in the feathers, air gives birds their warmth and their flight; in hummingbirds, air even gives them their color. Their jewel-like radiance—emerald, ruby, amethyst—comes not from pigment, as in most birds' feathers, but from air.

Miracles occur, If you dare to call those spasmodic Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait's begun again, The long wait for the angel, For that rare, random descent.

The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

She's the sunflower of the Sunflower State.

Blameless as daylight I stood looking At