An epigram often flashes light into regions where reason shines but dimly.
I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them.
Cute is when your personality shines through your looks.
In the gap between thoughts nonconceptual wisdom shines continuously.
That wit is truly amiable, which gladdens and enlivens every thing, which shines with a lustre gentle, but not faint, and powerful, but not glaring.
The sun still shines.
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth is the smile that shines through tears.
The soul of man, left to its own natural level, is a potentially lucid crystal left in darkness. It is perfect in its own nature, but it lacks something that it can only receive from outside and above itself. But when the light shines in it, it becomes in a manner transformed into light and seems to lose its nature in the splendor of a higher nature, the nature of the light that is in it.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Truth shines the brighter, clad in verse.
Gold hath no lustre of its own. It shines by temperate use alone.
There is no light greater than truth and it shines at the heart of all creation.
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
The sun will shine on those who stand before it shines on those who kneel under them.
Many a crown shines spotless now that yet was deeply sullied in the winning.
The sun shines. Readers read.
Charity, like the sun, brightens every object on which it shines.
the one for whom the sun shines. . -Ramses II
The burden God places on each of us is to become who we are meant to be. We are most fully ourselves when Christ most fully lives in us and through us. The mother shines brightest with her child in her arms, the father when he forgives his wandering son, and the artist when he or she is drawing attention to grace, by showing the pinprick of light overcoming the darkness in the painting, or the story, or the song. The world knows darkness. Christ came into the world to show us light. I have seen it, have been blinded by it, invaded by it. I will tell its story.
My beauty simply shines forth like the sun!