His knowledge was not far behind The knight's, but of another kind, And he another way came by't ; Some call it Gifts, and some New Light. A lib'ral art, that costs no pains Of study, industry, or brains.
But Ron was staring at Hermione as though suddenly seeing her in a whole new light. “Hermione, Neville’s right — you a girl. . . .” “Oh well spotted,” she said acidly.
When he is cheerful--when the sun shines into his mind--then I venture to peep in, just as far as the light reaches, but no further. It is holy ground where the shadow falls!
The opinion of the public is sacred. The director is a cook who merely offers different dishes to them and has no right to insist they react in a particular way. A film is just a projection of light, completed only when it crosses the gaze of the aud...
Goodness will always win over evil, no matter how much the evil attempts to break you. More than that, you are never truly in darkness. Sometimes, all you need to do is turn on the light.
Ben Says: Keep shinning your light throughout the world's darkness...bright enough for all of humanity to see! Timothy Pina~Bullying Ben
God sees me through all my darkness...so why wouldn't I honor him by shining my light to help all in need!
A brick could be used to build a color theory that red objects encapsulate rage. Don’t believe me? Think of all the red objects that inspire hate: stop lights, Nazi swastikas, and tomato juice.
If saving lives is against your religion...You need to find a new religion. Compassion is the light of humanity.
Blessings to all who diligently work to help those in despair. Constantly shining light into our darken world!
For magic to exist, it must be shared. Always remember to pass along your kindness to others... A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle.
It was some time since I had gone to sleep in the same room with a girl. Of course, the room was large and reasonably well-lighted, and the girl had other things than me on her mind.
We are merely ghost flowers under the shade of the moon Many shades of secret sorrows blanket our eyes We spend our lives and our souls Searching- Longing- Waiting- For a little light to shine and heal our broken halo’s
I don't know what we're doing here – you and me … I don't know what we are or what we can be, but this doesn't have to be about that. This can just be about … a chance. Taking a chance.
First, you must light a middling fire under the cauldron.” “What’s a middling fire?” “Medium.” I searched the pot. “Where’s the ignition switch?” Bridget leaned in and whispered, “You use magic to start the fire.
And into the close and mirrored catacombs of sleep We'll fall, and there in the faded light discover the bones, The dust, the bitter remains of someone who might have been Had we not taken his pla...
In the morning when I wake up, my first thoughts are on God. I am always thankful for safe sleep and the grace to wake up to see the light of a new day.
The widower reviewed his past in a sunless light which was intensified by the greyness of the November twilight, whilst the bells subtly impregnated the surrounding atmosphere with the melody of sounds that faded like the ashes of dead years.
Looking from the window at the fantastic light and colour of my glittering fairy-world of fact that holds no tenderness, no quietude, I long suddenly for peace, for understanding.
It is like operating a new washing machine or videodisc player, all lights and buttons. You have to know how to operate it before you can understand the instruction booklet (it was written by someone who already knew).
Beauty doesn't die with the beholder; it moves on. Hiding in the shadows, afraid of the light, she flees to find another host, possessing the body like a demon in need of exorcising.
