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Quotes about Light

Sometimes we need the darkness to reveal our light.
— Richard Paul Evans
It is in the dark times that the light of friendship shines brightest.
— Richard Paul Evans
Measure not God's love and favour by your own feeling. The sun shines as clearly in the darkest day as it does in the brightest. The difference is not in the sun, but in some clouds which hinder the manifestation of the light thereof.
— Richard Sibbes
the more that sin is seen, the more it is hated, and therefore it is less. Dust particles are in a room before the sun shines, but they only appear then.
— Richard Sibbes
Here see the opposite disposition between the holy nature of Christ, and the impure nature of man. Man for a little smoke will quench the light; Christ ever we see cherisheth even the least beginnings. How bare he with the many imperfections of his poor disciples. If he did sharply check them, it was in love, and that they might shine the brighter. Can we have a better pattern to follow than this of him by whom we hope to be saved?
— Richard Sibbes
A little spiritual light is of strength enough to answer strong objections of flesh and blood, and to look through all earthly allurements and opposing hindrances, presenting them as far inferior to those heavenly objects it eyeth.
— Richard Sibbes
All light that is not spiritual, because it wanteth the strength of sanctifying grace, yieldeth to every little temptation, especially when it is fitted and suited to personal inclinations. This is the reason why Christians that have light little for quantity, but yet heavenly for quality, hold out, when men of larger apprehensions sink.
— Richard Sibbes
You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs.
— Rob Bell
It is as if the smallest amount of light is infinitely more powerful than massive amounts of dark.
— Rob Bell
It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it could be.
— Rob Bell
Part of a moon was falling down the west, Dragging the whole sky with it to the hills. Its light poured softly in her lap. She saw And spread her apron to it. She put out her hand Among the harp-like morning-glory strings, Taut with the dew from garden bed to eaves, As if she played unheard the tenderness That wrought on him beside her in the night.
— Robert Frost
I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light.
— Robert Frost