People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in.
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Light is the first of painters. There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Doubt is the disease of this inquisitive, restless age. It is the price we pay for our advanced intelligence and civilization-the him night of our resplendent day. But as the most beautiful light is born of darkness, so the faith that springs from conflict is often the strongest and best.
Beautiful light is born of darkness, so the faith that springs from conflict is often the strongest and the best.
Beautiful light is born of a contrast to darkness.
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.
I always wanted to get married with just candles! I think candlelight is the most beautiful light there is and there's something very spiritual about it.
It is absolutely necessary, both for our advancement and the salvation of others, to follow always and in all things the beautiful light of faith
For almost 40 years, he was the brightest star in the comedy galaxy... Their beautiful light will continue to shine on us forever. And the glow will be so bright, it'll warm your heart, it'll make your eyes glisten, and it'll make you think to yourselves: Robin Williams, what a concept.
My chin is weak. I find it hard to make decisions. For years I had been caught between the two stools of security on the land and rich-scented life on the exotic islands of literature. I wasn't really a writer. I had seen a strange beautiful light on the hills and that was all.
The origin of love is the beautiful light of the soul.
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