Quotes about Light
By having a change wrought in thee. 'But ye are washed, but ye are sanctified.' I Cor 6: 2: Whence we are changed, a tenebris ad lucem [from darkness to light], so changed, as if another soul did live in the same body. By this change we are interested in the unchangeable
— Thomas Watson
This light does that which no other light can. It makes a man perceive himself to be blind.
— Thomas Watson
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
— Og Mandino
Let your heart be the light that guides your day and the experience that guides your night. see any bad situation as an experience, and you'll find it very easy to overcome any obstacle.
— Og Mandino
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet i will endure the darkness for it shows me the stars
— Og Mandino
When you make loving others the story of your life, there's never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we've loved others and whether they've loved us.
— Oprah Winfrey
When you make loving others the story of your life, there's never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another.
— Oprah Winfrey
You have to find what sparks a light in you so that you, in your own way, can illuminate the world.
— Oprah Winfrey
He walked out on the beach to the edge of the light and stood with his clenched fists on top of his skull and fell to his knees sobbing in rage.
— Cormac McCarthy
In the grueling light that passed for day...
— Cormac McCarthy
The nights now only slightly less black. By day the banished sun circles the earth like a grieving mother with a lamp.
— Cormac McCarthy
When he rose and turned to go back the tarp was lit from within where the boy had wakened. Sited there in the darkness the frail blue shape of it looked like the pitch of some last venture at the edge of the world. Something all but unaccountable. And so it was.
— Cormac McCarthy