Richelle Mead Quotes

See? There it is again. My flame in the dark.

You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.

You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

The flame of the diya, or lamp, reminds us that light will ultimately triumph over darkness.

When it was dark, you always carried the sun in your hand for me.

The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by. The saint is the man who walks through the dark paths of the world, himself a light.

Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.

When the darkness comes, keep an eye on the light - whatever that is for you - no matter how far away it seems.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.

The hero is one who kindles a great light in the world, who sets up blazing torches in the dark streets of life for men to see by.

Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose.

I say to everybody, love is what wakes you up in the morning, love is what makes you walk, and love is what makes you hope.

I can't let darkness be what guides my decisions. I can't let that be what guides how I treat people. I can't let that be what drives my art, either.

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.

You are the light of the world. Shine, and darkness will disappear.

I like to write about things that are dark or twisted. Where the poetry seems to be is when you start in the dark and reach for the light - that's what makes it not depressing to me.

Add energy, inspire hope, and blow the coals into a useful flame.

Silence is like a flame, you see?

Love will fan the flame, and that flame will warm the heart that's waiting.

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark.

Light is to darkness what love is to fear; in the presence of one the other disappears.

Remember that in a hall of perfect darkness, totally dark, if you light one small candle, its light will be seen from afar; its precious light will be seen by everyone.

Let thy light shine, then, in dark places.

You couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate at least something. Indeed, perhaps you couldn’t truly love anything if you didn’t hate almost everything.

If the house of the world is dark, Love will find a way to create windows.