Mary Stewart Quotes

When death comes, it's just like winter. We don't say, "There ought not to be winter." That the winter season, when the leaves fall and the snow comes, is some kind of defeat, something which we should hold out against. No. Winter is part of the natural course of events. No winter, no summer. No cold, no heat.

Turn to the light. Don't fear the shadow it creates.

Even a happy life cannot be without a measure of darkness, and the word happy would lose its meaning if it were not balanced by sadness. It is far better take things as they come along with patience and equanimity.

Imperfection and perfection go so hand in hand, and our dark and our light are so intertwined, that by trying to push the darkness or the so-called negative aspects of our life to the side... we are preventing ourselves from the fullness of life.

We come from a dark abyss, we end in a dark abyss, and we call the luminous interval life.

If there's another world, he lives in bliss; if there is none, he made the best of this.

The world is in balance . To light a candle is to cast a shadow.

The world, with all its beauty and adventure, its richness and variety, is darkened by cruelty. Death, if it ends the loveliness, the adventure, ends also that. Death balances the picture.

Light and shadow are opposite sides of the same coin. We can illuminate our paths or darken our way. It is a matter of choice.

An increase in light gives an increase in darkness.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

Eros is very close to death. And both things, in a way, balance each other.

The art of life is to know how to enjoy a little and to endure very much.

Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed, but I don't know how.

You can't have a light without a dark to stick it in.

From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.

I can see a great beauty in acknowledging the fact that the world is dark.

For if there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.

Shadow owes its birth to light.

Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright.

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.

To be in touch with death, and the darker side of life, makes the lighter side more enjoyable.

One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.

In tragedy and despair, when an endless night seems to have fallen, hope can be found in the realization taht the companion of night is not another night, that the companion of night is day, that darkness always gives way to light, and that death rules only half of creation, life the other half.

And thou hast stolen a jewel, Death! Shall light thy dark up like a Star. A Beacon kindling from afar Our light of love and fainting faith.