Rufus Wainwright Quotes

Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.

I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her.

In the present world, this technological, psychotic, politicised, nonsensical world, you have to believe that the good guys are going to win! That evil will be banished somehow!

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

Wherever my story takes me, however dark and difficult the theme, there is always some hope and redemption, not because readers like happy endings, but because I am an optimist at heart. I know the sun will rise in the morning, that there is a light at the end of every tunnel.

For what human ill does not dawn seem to be an alleviation?

Evil can and is overcome every minute of every day.

Only trust in God can transform doubts into certainty, evil into good, night into radiant dawn.

The bright incarnate spirit of the Morn.

Because love was a light that wouldn't allow darkness to reign in his soul.

Beauty shall rise with the dawn from the east.

Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure.

In the huge mass of evil as it rolls and swells, there is ever some good working toward deliverance and triumph.

Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light.

Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me.

Evil often triumphs, but never conquers.

Behind the veil of each night, there is a smilling dawn.

If light can come out of darkness, then alone can love emerge from hatred.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

Give me love Give me love Give me peace on earth Give me light Give me life Keep me free from birth Give me hope Help me cope, with this heavy load Trying to, touch and reach you with, heart and soul

-a whole world can lie before someone, if love is there when one wakes.