Light Of My Life Quotes

For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and, if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over.

To keep me from sin and straying from Him, God has used devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus in the Blessed Sacrament. My life vows destined to be spent in the light irradiating from the tabernacle, and it is to the Heart of Jesus that I dare go for the solution of all my problems

God, I pray Thee, light these idle sticks of my life and may I burn for Thee.

Consume my life, my God, for it is Thine. I seek not a long life, but a full one, like you, Lord Jesus.

There comes a point in your life when you need to stop reading other people's book and write your own.

I feel my belief in sacrifice and struggle getting stronger.

I despise the kind of existence that clings to the miserly trifles of comfort and self-interest. I think that a man should not live beyond the age when he begins to deteriorate, when the flame that lighted the brightest moment of his life has weakened.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins.

My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

All that is gold does not glitter.

Some days I wish I could go back in life. Not to change anything, but to feel a few things twice.

I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, - light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.

For the first time in my life I saw the horizon as a curved line.

It was accentuated by a thin seam of dark blue light-our atmosphere. Obviously this was not the ocean of air I had been told it was so many times in my life. I was terrified by its fragile appearance.

One has just to be oneself. That's my basic message. The moment you accept yourself as you are, all burdens, all mountainous burdens, simply disappear. Then life is a sheer joy, a festival of lights.

Never be a prisoner of your past. It was just a lesson, not a life sentence.

I've reduced a lot of the stress in my life.

I've gotten rid of a lot of things. The light was turned on and a lot of the cockroaches started spinning. I swept them out the door. And sometimes you just have to throw things out because they carry a certain energy.

Within my own life, I read all the beloved novels by lamps of vegetable oil;

I saw the Standard Oil invading my own village, I saw gas lamps in the Chinese shops in Shanghai; and I saw their elimination by electric lights.

Gray hairs seem to my fancy like the soft light of the moon, silvering over the evening of life.

Sometimes the smallest step in the right direction ends up being the biggest step of your life. Tip top if you must, but take the step.

Wendy? Darling? Light, of my life. I'm not gonna hurt ya. I'm just going to bash your brains in.

The real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.

For three things I thank God every day of my life: thanks that he has vouchsafed me knowledge of his works; deep thanks that he has set in my darkness the lamp of faith; deep, deepest thanks that I have another life to look forward to--a life joyous with light and flowers and heavenly song.

The secret to living well and longer is: eat half, walk double, laugh triple and love without measure.

When the time comes, the journey toward the brilliant white light that marks the barrier between this world and the next will not hold as much fear as it once would have. For in my study of death, I have found the celebration of life.

I am a fragment of a mirror whose whole design and shape I do not know.

Nevertheless, with what I have - I can reflect light into the dark places of this world - into the black places in the hearts of men - and change somethings in some people. Perhaps others may see and do likewise. This is what I am about. This is the meaning of my life.

Time is short. Eternity is long. It is only reasonable that this short life be lived in the light of eternity.

Getting knocked down in life is a given. Getting up and moving forward is a choice.

One thing is certain, and I have always known it - the joys of my life have nothing to do with age. They do not change. Flowers, the morning and evening light, music, poetry, silence, the goldfinches darting about

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments.

Don't wait for everything to be perfect before you decide to enjoy your life.

My talent lies in the expression of my life and creative power through light, colour and form. As a painter I can convey the essence of life.

I used to think there would be a blinding flash of light someday, and then I would be wise and calm and would know how to cope with everything and my kids would rise up and call me blessed. Now I see that whatever I'm like, I'm pretty well stuck with it for life. Hell of a revelation that turned out to be.

We had no desire to live in Istanbul, nor in Paris or New York.

Let them have their discos and dollars, their skycrapers and supersonics transports. Let them have their radios and their color TV, hey, we have ours, don't we? But we have something they don't have. Heart. We have heart. Look, look how the light of life seeps into my very heart

Don't compare your life to others. There's no comparison between the sun and the moon. They shine when it's their time.

Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

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.

Life is like a piano, the white keys represent happiness and the black shows sadness, but as you go through life's journey, remember that the black keys also makes music.

Your life is something opaque, not transparent, as long as you look at it in an ordinary human way. But if you hold it up against the light of God's goodness, it shines and turns transparent, radiant and bright. And then you ask yourself in amazement: Is this really my own life I see before me?

The Bible says, "Take heed, lest you fall," but this has really been the story of my life. I've traveled into other realms in order to be a light and be a missionary. Some of them were very dangerous, and I don't look at this as any different.

Movement, change, light, growth, and decay are the life-blood of nature, the energies that I try to tap through my work.

Today I will go out with the flow of life and trust the process. I will not stress over things I can't control.

It was definitely some tough moments throughout my life, but I kind of stayed focused and came through the other end of the tunnel.

The older books were quite light-hearted.

But I think most of my novels do end on a deep note of pessimism. Shadows seem to be closing in. The final conclusion isn't that life is wonderful and everything is bright and cheery and in the garden.

Illusion - or rather appearance, semblance - is the theme of my life (could be theme of speech welcoming freshmen to the Academy). All that is, seems, and is visible to us because we perceive it by the reflected light of semblance. Nothing else is visible.

I want to write because I have the urge to excel in one medium of translation and expression of life. I can't be satisfied with the colossal job of merely living. Oh, no, I must order life in sonnets and sestinas and provide a verbal reflector for my 60-watt lighted head.

My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors.

Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be.