#light

Grace is love that seeks you out even if you have nothing to give in return. Grace is being loved when you are or feel unlovable. Grace has the power to turn despair into hope. Grace listens, lifts up, cures, transforms, and heals. ↗

— Lindsey A. Holcomb

#love

We remember though all the firelit glow Of a great hearth's gleam and glare, And we looked for a space at each happy face And the love that was written there. ↗

— Caris Brooke

#firelight #fireplace #happiness #love #poetry

Love is the light by which all are brought forward out of darkness. ↗

— LeeAnn Taylor

#earth #fear #heaven #hope #humanity

When you live in love and light, you will not go unseen; ignite the world with every flame of your being. ↗

— Alexandra Elle

#love #world #love

What the Didache doesn’t say is that the community should shun or excommunicate those who commit the forbidden sins. In fact, “correct some, pray for others, and some you should love more than your own life” makes plain that the worst sinners should be showered with the most love. ↗

— Tony Jones

#love

Teach me how to fly, my beautiful butterfly. ↗

— Jay Bell

#beauty

The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell. For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed, and appear infinite, and holy whereas it now appears finite & corrupt. ↗

— William Blake

#heresy #life

There were a billion lights out there on the horizon and I knew that all of them put together weren't enough to light the darkness in the hearts of some men. ↗

— Michael Connelly

#evil #hearts #lights #psychology #psychopaths

Life's end... isn't it beautiful? It's almost tragic. When life ends, it gives off a final lingering aroma. Light is but a farewell gift from the darkness to those on their way to die. ↗

— The Joy

#life #light #beauty

I review my three boyfriends, the three men I slept with in my twenties, searching for a common thread. Nothing. No consistent features, coloring, stature, personality. But one theme does emerge: they all picked me. And then dumped me. I played the passive role. Waiting for Hunter and then settling for Joey. Waiting to feel more for Nate. Then waiting to feel less. Waiting for Alec to go away and leave me in peace. And now Dex. My number four. And I am still waiting. For all of this to blow over. For his September wedding. For someone who gives me that tingly feeling as I watch him sleeping in... ↗

— Emily Giffin

#men