Quotes About Illumination

I think for everybody reading can be a solace, illumination, education.

Education brightens a darkened world.

Enlightenment is light.

One shining quality lends a lustre to another, or hides some glaring defect.

Consider first, that great or bright infers not excellence.

The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.

Well, you know... experience is a muffled lantern that throws light only on the bearer...it's incommunicable.

The world was simply and sheerly divided into 'the aware', those who had the experience of being vessels of the divine, and a great mass of 'the unaware', 'the unmusical', 'the unattuned.

May faith be the torch which illuminates, animates, and sustains you.

The light of faith makes us see what we believe.

Doubt everything. Find your own light.

...know you not that you are my sun by day, and my star by night? By my faith! I was in deepest darkness till you appeared and illuminated all.

True faith is not a leap into the dark; it's a leap into the light

We do not understand and then obey: that is instruction. We obey by faith, and then we understand: that is illumination.

It is at night that faith in light is admirable.

The Holy Ghost has called me by the gospel and illuminated me with his gifts and sanctified and preserved me in the true faith.

I have lost my faith, but I gained the truth! It is not important at all to lose your candle as long as you find a torch!

True knowledge illuminates and liberates while ignorance veils your wisdom and holds you in bondage.

Life is the light that is everywhere. You need to grab its focus.

Scoprii che Achille non era sempre così serio come sembrava. La sua compostezza imperturbabile nascondeva un altro volto, divertente e sfaccettato come una gemma che catturava luce.

Il ressemblait à un orage d'été, dont la foudre illumine le ciel pâle. En sa présence, tout le reste s'estompait.

When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

She then leans over and thrusts the edge of the letter into the sconce burning on the wall of the stairwell. For a second or two, it seems the flame cannot believe its luck, refusing to consume the page. Then it comes to its senses, asserting its grasp, turning the edges of the paper black, shrivelling and devouring them.

The past is a dark house, and we have only torches with dying batteries. It's probably best not to spend too much time in there in case the rotten floor gives way beneath our feet.