Maharishi Mahesh Yogi Quotes

Despite what people might think, I'm not interested in being dark all the time. I'm actually searching for some kind of light, and I'm always very happy when I can achieve that.

Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.

We are not here to curse the darkness, but to light the candle that can guide us thru that darkness to a safe and sane future.

At last there is light at the end of the tunnel.

There is no ill which may not be dissipated, like the dark, if you let in a stronger light upon it.

Let us not curse the darkness. Let us kindle little lights.

I just don't see the light. Where is the light? What am I in this for?

In a dark time, the eye begins to see.

When the past no longer illuminates the future, the spirit walks in darkness.

I believe in the sun. In the tangle of human failures of fear, greed and forgetfulness, the sun gives me clarity.

It is always darkest just before the day dawneth.

A single sunbeam is enough to drive away many shadows.

When you're writing about difficult things and darker issues, it's nice to offer some sort of light at the end of the tunnel. Some sense of hope. Sometimes, the best way to do that is by offering it in the music, so that you can dance your way out of the darkness.

I like to write about the moment of light in the hour of darkness.

I'm drawn to the dark but not the nihilistic aspects, the relentless parts, of darkness.

When the light comes into a room, we do not have to say, "Now what are we going to do about the darkness?" It's gone!

There is light somewhere.

The sun shineth upon the dunghill, and is not corrupted.

It is better to light a candle than curse the darkness.

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being.

If you start in the pit of despair with these profane, awful things, even a glimmer of hope or awareness is going to occur that's much brighter coming from this dark, awful beginning.

My sun sets to rise again.

And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.

No man knows till he has suffered from the night how sweet and dear to his heart and eye the morning can be.

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