My broken brilliance will shine a light in the darkness.
Nobody on this earth is perfect. Everybody has their flaws; everybody has their dark secrets and vices.
You've got to be one that, wherever you are, like a flower, you've got to blossom where you're planted. You cannot eliminate darkness. You cannot banish it by cursing darkness. The only way to get rid of darkness is light and to be the light yourself.
Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.
There's too much darkness in the world. Everywhere you turn, someone is tryin' to tear someone down in some way; everywhere you go, there's a feeling of inadequacy, or a feeling that you're not good enough. I want to bring a certain light to the world.
I'm so fast that last night I turned off the light switch in my hotel room and was in bed before the room was dark.
All the powers in the universe are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark.
I sometimes have a tendency to walk on the dark side.
I have my own demons and dark moods. It's weird.
If no pain, then no love. If no darkness, no light. If no risk, then no reward. It's all or nothing. In this damn world, it's all or nothing.
A mirror reflects what you see, and a black mirror shows the dark side of it.
Great and glorious God, and Thou Lord Jesus, I pray you shed abroad your light in the darkness of my mind. Be found of me, Lord, so that in all things I may act only in accordance with Thy holy will.
A good many things go around in the dark besides Santa Claus.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.
Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.
Life isn't fair, so you have to play the best game you can with the cards you're dealt.
Let us not curse the darkness. Let us kindle little lights.
In my own worst seasons I've come back from the colorless world of despair by forcing myself to look hard, for a long time, at a single glorious thing: a flame of red geranium outside my bedroom window. And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress. And another: the perfect outline of a full, dark sphere behind the crescent moon. Until I learned to be in love with my life again. Like a stroke victim retraining new parts of the brain to grasp lost skills, I have taught myself joy, over and over again(15).
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