Dim Your Shine Quotes

‎Do not allow people to dim your shine because they are blinded. Tell them to put on some sunglasses, cuz we were born this way bitch!

If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.

You're love is nothing I can't fight. Can't sleep with a man who dims my shine.

He who stands on tiptoe doesn't stand firm. He who rushes ahead doesn't go far. He who tries to shine dims his own light. He who defines himself can't know who he really is. He who has power over others can't empower himself. He who clings to his work will create nothing that endures. If you want to accord with the Tao, just do your job, then let go.

Children are supposed to be free spirits and dream chasers, thinking of limitless opportunities. They are supposed to be filled with light that shines with happiness and joy that shouldn’t be dimmed or filled with darkness and fear.

Never let anyone dim your shine.

You are a light. You are the light. Never let anyone—any person or any force—dampen, dim or diminish your light. Study the path of others to make your way easier and more abundant. Lean toward the whispers of your own heart, discover the universal truth, and follow its dictates. […] Release the need to hate, to harbor division, and the enticement of revenge. Release all bitterness. Hold only love, only peace in your heart, knowing that the battle of good to overcome evil is already won. Choose confrontation wisely, but when it is your time don't be afraid to stand up, speak up, and speak out against injustice. And if you follow your truth down the road to peace and the affirmation of love, if you shine like a beacon for all to see, then the poetry of all the great dreamers and philosophers is yours to manifest in a nation, a world community, and a Beloved Community that is finally at peace with itself.

What are the dead, anyway, but waves and energy? Light shining from a dead star? That, by the way, is a phrase of Julian's. I remember it from a lecture of his on the Iliad, when Patroklos appears to Achilles in a dream. There is a very moving passage where Achilles overjoyed at the sight of the apparition – tries to throw his arms around the ghost of his old friend, and it vanishes. The dead appear to us in dreams, said Julian, because that's the only way they can make us see them; what we see is only a projection, beamed from a great distance, light shining at us from a dead star… Which reminds me, by the way, of a dream I had a couple of weeks ago. I found myself in a strange deserted city – an old city, like London – underpopulated by war or disease. It was night; the streets were dark, bombed-out, abandoned. For a long time, I wandered aimlessly – past ruined parks, blasted statuary, vacant lots overgrown with weeds and collapsed apartment houses with rusted girders poking out of their sides like ribs. But here and there, interspersed among the desolate shells of the heavy old public buildings, I began to see new buildings, too, which were connected by futuristic walkways lit from beneath. Long, cool perspectives of modern architecture, rising phosphorescent and eerie from the rubble. I went inside one of these new buildings. It was like a laboratory, maybe, or a museum. My footsteps echoed on the tile floors.There was a cluster of men, all smoking pipes, gathered around an exhibit in a glass case that gleamed in the dim light and lit their faces ghoulishly from below. I drew nearer. In the case was a machine revolving slowly on a turntable, a machine with metal parts that slid in and out and collapsed in upon themselves to form new images. An Inca temple… click click click… the Pyramids… the Parthenon. History passing beneath my very eyes, changing every moment. 'I thought I'd find you here,' said a voice at my elbow. It was Henry. His gaze was steady and impassive in the dim light. Above his ear, beneath the wire stem of his spectacles, I could just make out the powder burn and the dark hole in his right temple. I was glad to see him, though not exactly surprised. 'You know,' I said to him, 'everybody is saying that you're dead.' He stared down at the machine. The Colosseum… click click click… the Pantheon. 'I'm not dead,' he said. 'I'm only having a bit of trouble with my passport.' 'What?' He cleared his throat. 'My movements are restricted,' he said. 'I no longer have the ability to travel as freely as I would like.' Hagia Sophia. St. Mark's, in Venice. 'What is this place?' I asked him. 'That information is classified, I'm afraid.' 1 looked around curiously. It seemed that I was the only visitor. 'Is it open to the public?' I said. 'Not generally, no.' I looked at him. There was so much I wanted to ask him, so much I wanted to say; but somehow I knew there wasn't time and even if there was, that it was all, somehow, beside the point. 'Are you happy here?' I said at last. He considered this for a moment. 'Not particularly,' he said. 'But you're not very happy where you are, either.' St. Basil's, in Moscow. Chartres. Salisbury and Amiens. He glanced at his watch. 'I hope you'll excuse me,' he said, 'but I'm late for an appointment.' He turned from me and walked away. I watched his back receding down the long, gleaming hall.

Self-esteem is the switch in the circuit of your life that dims or brightness of your future. Bring it low and you don't shine your light; raise it up and you brighten the corner where you are.

Elbeth and Angus embraced and stepped back to exchange the rings. As the two lovers grasped each other’s right hands the rings shone with white intensity, dimmed and then reappeared on each of their left hands. Between their right hands a silver quaich appeared with the Cameron motto shining brightly: Aonaibh Ri Chéile – let us unite – and united they were. But then, as the couple lifted the ancient wedding cup to their lips, Munro once again heard Ala Moire’s voice from beyond the grave, and this time it carried a warning. “To your right Alastair, evil stalks here in the shadows!” Robert Reid – White Light Red Fire

When you're a light instead of a dim switch, your brightness radiates in every direction.

Look, I get it. I’m a white, heterosexual man. It’s really easy for me to say, ‘Oh, wow, wasn’t the nineteenth century terrific?’ But try this. Imagine the scene: It’s pouring rain against a thick window. Outside, on Baker Street, the light from the gas lamps is so weak that it barely reaches the pavement. A fog swirls in the air, and the gas gives it a pale yellow glow. Mystery brews in every darkened corner, in every darkened room. And a man steps out into that dim, foggy world, and he can tell you the story of your life by the cut of your shirtsleeves. He can shine a light into the dimness, with only his intellect and his tobacco smoke to help him. Now. Tell me that’s not awfully romantic?

It's amazing how the greater you become in your spirituality, faith and walk in your purpose, the more others display their "lesser" selves. They try so hard to dim your shine, but ultimately burn themselves out.

Never let someone dim your light, simply because it's shining in their eyes

Brighten your picture! Refuse to be blurred; agree to be bright!

if you only shine lights on your flaws, all your perfects will dim

Feeling guilt dims our light. Instead of dimming our light to make others feel more comfortable, we could just continue to shine and foster the rise of the vibrations of those around us. Being Happy and Feeling Good does not mean you have no compassion for the misery of those around you. It simply means you won’t dim your light to make them feel comfortable – instead, you’re going to help light the way. At first, your light may be a bit too bright for others and it may hurt their eyes, yet it’s far better to shine rather than to hide your light. When you hide your light for too long, it extinguishes and you slip right back into darkness…unable to find your way until someone ‘shiny’ comes along to light your way and help you to find the light you still possess within, your Soul’s Magnificence.

It said, If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.

Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly. From the zenith to the horizon the still-dim Milky Way stretched its double strand. Night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth. The white towers and golden domes of the church gleamed in the sapphire sky. The luxuriant autumn flowers in the flowerbeds near the house had fallen asleep until morning. The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens, the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars... Alyosha stood gazing and suddenly, as if he had been cut down, threw himself to the earth. He did not know why he was embracing it, he did not try to understand why he longed so irresistibly to kiss it, to kiss all of it, but he was kissing it, weeping, sobbing, and watering it with his tears, and he vowed ecstatically to love it, to love it unto ages of ages. "Water the earth with the tears of your joy, and love those tears...," rang in his soul. What was he weeping for? Oh, in his rapture he wept even for the stars that shone on him from the abyss, and "he was not ashamed of this ecstasy." It was as if threads from all those innumerable worlds of God all came together in his soul, and it was trembling all over, "touching other worlds." He wanted to forgive everyone and for everything, and to ask forgiveness, oh, not for himself! but for all and for everything, "as others are asking for me," rang again in his soul. But with each moment he felt clearly and almost tangibly something as firm and immovable as this heavenly vault descend into his soul. Some sort of idea, as it were, was coming to reign in his mind-now for the whole of his life and unto ages of ages. He fell to the earth a weak youth and rose up a fighter, steadfast for the rest of his life, and he knew it and felt it suddenly, in that very moment of his ecstasy. Never, never in all his life would Alyosha forget that moment. "Someone visited my soul in that hour," he would say afterwards, with firm belief in his words...

You're like a gem shining ever brightly in an ever dimming world.

They do everything to dim your light, and then they ask you why you’re not shining.

Don’t dim the light in you. Make your corner bright. Fight a good fight with all your might. Wake up and dare to win; never fear because of what others might say. You’ll overcome!

But there’s still more I can do, other ways for me to grow and — as I keep relearning — it’s okay to own a desire for more. In fact, it’s how we honor those who have paved the way for our place at the table. “You don’t want modesty,” Maya Angelou once said, “you want humility. Humility comes from inside out. It says someone was here before me and I’m here because I’ve been paid for. I have something to do and I will do that because I’m paying for someone else who has yet to come.” When we dim our light we don’t do anyone a favor. It’s a disservice because when you’re in the presence of someone who knows his or her worth, like the extraordinary Maya did, you want to shine brighter. Self-honoring energy is contagious.

For those who have been affected physically, emotionally, and financially by this terrible pandemic, I pray that your spirit stays strong enough, so you may continue to see a dim light peaking through the darkness that will soon shine brightly again.

He who stands on tiptoe doesn’t stand firm. He who rushes ahead doesn’t go far. He who tries to shine dims his own light. He who defines himself can’t know who he really is. He who has power over others can’t empower himself. He who clings to his work will create nothing that endures. If you want to accord with the Tao, just do your job, then let go.

Let the light shine bright, dim it not to suit the prisoners! Does the sun come with a dimmer, because its radiance dimwits cannot bear!

Using your fire to ignite someone else's, Will not dim your light... It will illuminate the room & you will shine, T O G E T H E R.

I crack open my cookie and slip the fortune out of it. "If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.

it. “If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.

Don't let someone dim your light because it's shining in their eyes.

Never dim your shine for someone who thinks they’re going to be burned by your greatness.

Many people are afraid to shine, avoiding ruffling feathers or having someone feel inadequate. Imagine you are in a pitch black room with those around you. When you dim your light, neither you nor they can see. When you shine brightly, you all can see. So shine brightly for all to see!

Imagine that you are standing on a theatre stage. If the house lights are on, you’ll probably be able to see all the way to the back of the hall. But if you’re under a bright spotlight, you won’t be able to make out even the front row. That’s exactly how it is with our lives. It’s because we cast a dim light on our entire lives that we are able to see the past and the future. Or, at least we imagine we can. But if one is shining a bright spotlight on here and now, one cannot see the past or the future anymore.

So doth the greater glory dim the less: A substitute shines brightly as a king Unto the king be by, and then his state Empties itself, as doth an inland brook Into the main of waters. Music! hark! NERISSA It is your music, madam, of the house. PORTIA Nothing is good, I see, without respect: Methinks it sounds much sweeter than by day. NERISSA Silence bestows that virtue on it, madam. PORTIA The crow doth sing as sweetly as the lark, When neither is attended, and I think The nightingale, if she should sing by day, When every goose is cackling, would be thought No better a musician than the wren. How many things by season season'd are To their right praise and true perfection! Peace, ho! the moon sleeps with Endymion And would not be awaked. - Acte V, Scene 1

Don’t pack out ______________ To some people, you make life bright When you decide to dim your light Their lives will be full of darkness Do shine your light in kindness To some people, you bring out a joy With their emotions, never ever toy With your smiles, grease them with oil And make them glad when their lives boil To other people, you are the warmth That kills coldness and brings strength Don’t do it; don’t pack out Else, they will have blackout You’re on earth to do two things here Wake up and do them now; this year First, dare to grow and become better Second, help others to also become greater Never in any of the four seasons Should you neglect your gifts for any reasons The world needs you to make it a better place Don’t pack out; run your race

Dear Young Black Males, Don’t be afraid to shine! Dimming your light just to appeal to others is an insult to self. Be who YOU are. If you’re smart, don’t play dumb just to fit in. If you have a special talent, don’t be afraid to show it off. If you’re considered a nerd, OWN it! Intelligence is what many people wish they had. Stand tall with your head held high. Self-confidence is an attractive quality to have. People may talk about you, tease you, or even try to discourage you, but don’t you EVER quit or doubt yourself. Be brave! Be authentic! Be comfortable in your own skin! Your life has purpose and YOU matter.

Your soul rages. You cannot control your spirits within your body, so you need this to force others to your will." The king stepped boldly toward Meklos, holding the dragonstaff in front of him, the Eye shining even in the dim light of the temple chamber. "You need this---this crutch to compel the great spirits, and they rebel against you, Meklos! They are fighting you and calling the gods' displeasure against you. Your life is diminished by the length of this rod!

The longer I travel and the more people I meet, the more apparent it becomes that certain people will come and go in your life in order to fill a need. Not as a messiah, not as a savior, but as a light that shines to illuminate the path you are on, to show you what needs to be seen at that point in time. It is entirely up to you to open your eyes and allow yourself to see it. Some will be dim, others will shine bright. A select few will burn like the sun and make you feel a gravity so great that you have no choice but to change the course you are on. You don’t get to pick and choose who it might be and you don’t get to decide how much impact they will have. All you can do is open yourself up to the possibility when it comes, give what you can while it’s there, and be grateful when it leaves. Because life is too short to not burn like the sun. Anything else is a death sentence.

Never allow the dark shadows of your past to dim the light you were destined to shine.

Just like the stars above, your light still shines, no matter how dim it may be.

Do not dim your light for others comfortability. They will just have to adjust their eyes.

If you only shine light on your flaws. All your perfects will dim

Stand mighty against all storms and pain. They are nothing but a dim lit pathway to your shining heroic destiny.

if you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim

There’s magic in people who aren’t afraid to be a little weird, sometimes messy, but always real. They choose to shine their light instead of dimming it to fit in. These are the rare souls who bring sunshine with them wherever they go, and who can trip over their own feet and call it a dance. They’ve realized that a secret to living a life of joy is to embrace being a hot mess of happiness instead of trying to be perfect.

Some are drawn to the light of your strength but can't handle the darkness of your weaknesses. If they run when the light gets dim, don't chase them. They have no understanding of how dark is necessary for light to shine its brightest.

Just like the Little Unicorn, you can create magic when you believe in yourself and cherish your friends. Your sparkle is always within you and shines brightest when you spread love, joy, and kindness. Never let anything dim your sparkle.

Just because someone is intimidated by your light, doesn’t mean you shine less bright or dim it! In fact, it means you should shine even brighter; especially in an increasingly dark world. There are those who need that light & goodness. You’ll never know whose life you’ll touch!

You are the sun. You are powerful beyond measure. You are life-giving. You nurture those around you. You bring warmth and love to the world. You lift everyone’s mood. You are pure energy. You radiate and shine. But then the clouds come. And they feel more powerful than you. They dim your spirit and hold you back. They cause you to question your authentic self. They bring you into darkness. And make the ground feel heavier. The weight is sometimes too much to bear. But you are the sun. You are life-giving. And you are forever. And when you harness that power, the clouds have nothing to say and away they float to bring their struggle to another star. They are temporary and you are forever. You are the sun.

I WILL RESTORE YOU TO HEALTH AND HEAL your wounds. I am with you, within you, all around you—continually at work in your life. When your awareness of Me grows dim, My Presence continues to shine brightly upon you. This Light has immense healing Power. So dare to ask great things of Me, remembering who I am. I am able to do exceedingly abundantly above all you ask or think. Pondering My limitless ability to help you will strengthen your faith and encourage you to pray boldly.

Majnun had said to his Layla. Light the dimness with your glow once the full moon dips and shine in the sun’s stead whilst lazy dawn tarries Your radiance outdoes the brightest sun there be: it can never thieve your smile, steal your pearly mouth The resplendent night, your countenance! tho’ the full moon rise a moon bereft of your breast, of this graceful throat I see Whence would the morning sun ever find a ready kohl-stick to etch for its pale face these languid eyes of yours? What starry siren can mime coy Layla when her form spirals away or her eyes, the winsome startled pools of the sands’ wild mare?

In the second story, which reminds me to look inward for solutions to what may be troubling me, the ninth-century sage Rabia was looking for a lost key under a streetlight. Her neighbors turned out to help, but without success. Finally, they asked where she might have dropped the key, so that they could better focus their search. “Actually,” said Rabia, “I lost it in my house.” Bemused, they asked her why she didn’t look for it there. “Because,” she said, “there’s no light in my house, but out here the light is bright!” The neighbors laughed, and Rabia seized the moment to make her point. “Friends,” she said, “you are intelligent people and that is why you laugh. But tell me: When you lose your joy or peace of mind because of some disappointment or hardship, did you lose it out there [gesturing around her] or in here [gesturing to her heart]?” We tend to lay blame on our external circumstances and seek superficial solutions, but the truth is that we lost our peace and joy inside ourselves. We avoid looking inside us, where the light is dim. When we make it a lifelong practice to shine the light of compassionate awareness on ourself, our shadow gently begins to diminish, and we come closer to discovering our radiant, divine Self.

In your light we see light. —Psalm 36:9 (NIV) ELENA ZELAYETA, BLIND CHEF Without warning at age thirty-six, Elena Zelayeta, pregnant with her second child, totally lost her sight. She had been the chef at a popular restaurant she and her husband owned. A sixty-seven-year-old widow now, she continued to prepare her famous Mexican dishes, marketing them with the help of her two sons, the younger of whom she’d never seen. Typical of San Francisco, it was raining when I arrived at her home. The door was opened by a very short, very broad woman with a smile like the sun. Well under five feet tall, “and wide as I am high,” she said, she led me on a fast-paced tour of the sizable house, ending in the kitchen, where pots bubbled and a frying pan sizzled. Was it possible that this woman who moved so swiftly and surely, who was now so unhesitatingly dishing up the meal she’d prepared for the two of us, really blind? She must see, dimly at least, the outlines of things. At the door to the dining room, Elena paused, half a dozen dishes balanced on her arms. “Is the light on?” she asked. No, she confirmed, not the faintest glimmer of light had she seen in thirty years. But she smiled as she said it. “I hear the rain,” she went on as she expertly carved the herb-crusted chicken, “and I’m sure it’s a gray day for the sighted. But for us blind folk, when we walk with God, the sun is always shining.” Let me walk in Your light, Lord, whatever the weather of the world. —Elizabeth Sherrill Digging Deeper: Ps 97:11; 1 Jn 1:5

But at nights we are stars. You are a star and I'm on the roof, you are a star and I'm eyes, you are a star and I'm lungs, lungs breathing in your air, the air that gets lighter upon spotting the sparkle, the air that gets lighter upon seeing you shine, the air that I write about every night, the one that sets my soul on fire and leaves it freezing cold. I could be a moon, well I could as well be The Sun if I wanted to, but I'd rather be here, I'd rather stay humane, it gives me a chance to feel your air wrapping its arms around me, I'd rather stay human because my eyes can only love dimmed lights, they can only stay underneath your lights, I'd rather save my own light for nights when this city is burning up and you have no choice but to stay invisible, I'd rather save enough light to find you then even when no one else can.

Elizabeth’s breakfast had cured Ian’s hunger, in fact, the idea of ever eating again made his stomach churn as he started for the barn to check on Mayhem’s injury. He was partway there when he saw her off to the left, sitting on the hillside amid the bluebells, her arms wrapped around her knees, her forehead resting atop them. Even with her hair shining like newly minted gold in the sun, she looked like a picture of heartbreaking dejection. He started to turn away and leave her to moody privacy; then, with a sigh of irritation, he changed his mind and started down the hill toward her. A few yards away he realized her shoulders were shaking with sobs, and he frowned in surprise. Obviously there was no point in pretending the meal had been good, so he injected a note of amusement into his voice and said, “I applaud your ingenuity-shooting me yesterday would have been too quick.” Elizabeth started violently at the sound of his voice. Snapping her head up, she stared off to the left, keeping her tear-streaked face averted from him. “Did you want something?” “Dessert?” Ian suggested wryly, leaning slightly forward, trying to see her face. He thought he saw a morose smile touch her lips, and he added, “I thought we could whip up a batch of cream and put it on the biscuit. Afterward we can take whatever is left, mix it with the leftover eggs, and use it to patch the roof.” A teary chuckle escaped her, and she drew a shaky breath but still refused to look at him as she said, “I’m surprised you’re being so pleasant about it.” “There’s no sense crying over burnt bacon.” “I wasn’t crying over that,” she said, feeling sheepish and bewildered. A snowy handkerchief appeared before her face, and Elizabeth accepted it, dabbing at her wet cheeks. “Then why were you crying?” She gazed straight ahead, her eyes focused on the surrounding hills splashed with bluebells and hawthorn, the handkerchief clenched in her hand. “I was crying for my own ineptitude, and for my inability to control my life,” she admitted. The word “ineptitude” startled Ian, and it occurred to him that for the shallow little flirt he supposed her to be she had an exceptionally fine vocabulary. She glanced up at him then, and Ian found himself gazing into a pair of green eyes the amazing color of wet leaves. With tears still sparkling on her long russet lashes, her long hair tied back in a girlish bow, her full breasts thrusting against the bodice of her gown, she was a picture of alluring innocence and intoxicating sensuality. Ian jerked his gaze from her breasts and said abruptly, “I’m going to cut some wood so we’ll have it for a fire tonight. Afterward I’m going to do some fishing for our supper. I trust you’ll find a way to amuse yourself in the meantime.” Startled by his sudden brusqueness, Elizabeth nodded and stood up, dimly aware that he did not offer his hand to assist her.

Real soul work knows there is no such thing as the other. The other is a myth, and a fabrication of an imperfect mind. A true being of light, fully possessed of itself and cognizant of its presence, sees only fellow beings of the one light whose individual brightness is sometimes dimming. To this end, your greatest mission in human form is to help others shine brightly as the angels they have forgotten they are. When you live like this, perceived darkness is but a fading shadow on the bright pane of existence, and only light goes on forever.

Sister, why do you think the stars in the sky don’t fall down?” Ye examined Feng. The kerosene lamp was a wonderful artist and created a classical painting with dignified colors and bright strokes: Feng had her coat draped over her shoulders, exposing her red belly-band, and a strong, graceful arm. The glow from the kerosene lamp painted her figure with vivid, warm colors, while the rest of the room dissolved into a gentle darkness. Close attention revealed a dim red glow, which didn’t come from the kerosene lamp, but the heating charcoal on the ground. The cold air outside sculpted beautiful ice patterns on the windowpanes with the room’s warm, humid air. “You’re afraid of the stars falling down?” Ye asked softly. Feng laughed and shook her head. “What’s there to be afraid of? They’re so tiny.” Ye did not give her the answer of an astrophysicist. She only said, “They’re very, very far away. They can’t fall.” Feng was satisfied with this answer, and went back to her needlework. But Ye could no longer be at peace. She put down her book and lay down on the warm surface of the kang, closing her eyes. In her imagination, the rest of the universe around their tiny cottage disappeared, just the way the kerosene lamp hid most of the room in darkness. Then she substituted the universe in Feng’s heart for the real one. The night sky was a black dome that was just large enough to cover the entirety of the world. The surface of the dome was inlaid with countless stars shining with a crystalline silver light, none of which was bigger than the mirror on the old wooden table next to the bed. The world was flat and extended very far in each direction, but ultimately there was an edge where it met the sky. The flat surface was covered with mountain ranges like the Greater Khingan Mountains, and with forests dotted with tiny villages, just like Qijiatun.… This toy-box-like universe comforted Ye, and gradually it shifted from her imagination into her dreams. In this tiny mountain hamlet deep in the Greater Khingan Mountains, something finally thawed in Ye Wenjie’s heart. In the frozen tundra of her soul, a tiny, clear lake of meltwater appeared.

If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.” I think about it for a moment. About how fitting that fortune is for my life. I’ve spent way too much time putting all of my focus on my infertility. So much so, my husband and all the other things that are perfect in my life were being forced to take a backseat.

If yo only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim

If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.

THE FIELDS TO CARL AUGUST KLEIN Salient curve of the silver sky Arches the endless expanse of your somnolent fields. Can you unriddle the fate which their furrows conceal, All that we two for years passed by? Under the willows dripping with new Catkins, the children are listening entranced to the sound Of a flute, buoyant and careless they caper and bound Into a dusk of vermilion and blue. Shining baubles weary the crone, and her gaze Turns to the gentler resplendence of Thuja trees, Only the care she bestows upon graves gives her ease, Dimly she croons of a region of rays. And those who slipped from the snares of delight, But who, like us, on terrestrial wishes are fed — Brooding friend, do you seek them in symbols and dread Our adventure into night?

If you only shine light on all your flaws, all your perfects will dim.

I crack open my cookie and slip the fortune out of it. 'If you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.' (page 9)

Never dim your shine for someone who thinks they’re going to be burned by your greatness. The right person for you will put on sunglasses and bask in your glow.

If you only shine light on your flaws all your perfects will dim.

THE EYE OF THE STORM Fear not that the whirlwind will carry you hence, Nor wait for its onslaught in breathless suspense, Nor shrink from the blight of the terrible hail, But pass through the edge to the heart of the tale, For there is a shelter, sunlighted and warm, And Faith sees her God through the eye of the storm. The passionate tempest with rush and wild roar And threatenings of evil may beat on the shore, The waves may be mountains, the fields battle plains, And the earth be immersed in a deluge of rains, Yet, the soul, stayed on God, may sing bravely its psalm, For the heart of the storm is the center of calm. Let hope be not quenched in the blackness of night, Though the cyclone awhile may have blotted the light, For behind the great darkness the stars ever shine, And the light of God’s heavens, His love will make thine, Let no gloom dim your eyes, but uplift them on high To the face of your God and the blue of His sky. The storm is your shelter from danger and sin, And God Himself takes you for safety within; The tempest with Him passes into deep calm, And the roar of the winds is the sound of a psalm. Be glad and serene when the tempest clouds form; God smiles on His child in the eye of the storm.

Keep shining bright, even when others try to dim your light. Their negativity is just a reflection of their own insecurities.

Never sacrifice the best parts of yourself for someone who can only see flaws. Why dim your light for someone who can't handle your shine? You don’t need anyone’s validation to shine. So, pick up your pieces, embrace your beauty, flaws, and all, and walk away. Trust me, you will be flourishing in your own brilliance, unapologetically you, and love every moment of it. Never dim your sparkle, darling, for someone who can't handle your shine. You shine brighter than a diamond!

Don’t you dare stop growing. Don’t you dare stop glowing. Keep being that dazzling beam of light you are. Shine bright, thrive on, and let your brilliance light up the world around you. Your journey is just warming up, and the best is yet to come. Stay radiant, stay unstoppable, and never let anyone or anything dim your sparkle. So go on, glow-getter, keep sparkling, and keep shining—because the world needs your light!

Before them stood Lessa Craier. “Mother,” said Inara, her breath catching in her throat. Behind her, rather worse for wear, was another dead woman: Kissen. “Ina?” the godkiller said, her voice hoarse and breaking. She looked terrible. Worse than Inara felt. But Lessa Craier looked wonderful: her blade out and bloody, poised. Her mother’s long hair was slicked in a perfect braid, her tabard edged in Craier green and silver, embroidered with birds and leaves, and her leather chest plate was the same one she had kept in her armoury in their manor. Their burned manor. It took hearing Kissen call Ina’s name for Lessa’s mouth to tighten in recognition. No wonder: Inara must look very different to the soft little girl who had never left her home. Her mother’s colours fractured out into white, pure panic, then shifted into a fountain of golden foam, love or relief, before disappearing once more. Pulled back inside her frame. Hidden. Kissen moved. Inara didn’t have time to think before the veiga charged past Lessa and pulled Inara away from the fire and into her arms, far from Arren’s blade. “Kissen,” Inara said tentatively. She was real. She was completely real. No dream could smell so bad. Inara grabbed her back, holding in for safety, for terror and grief. “You’re…you’re alive.” She held her, tightly, as tight as she could hold a thing, and Kissen held her back as if she could use her body to shield her from the world. Lessa didn’t come to her, Lessa didn’t move. “And kicking,” Kissen said. “Barely. I’m so sorry, I tried…I tried to come back to you.” “Kissen!” Joy was on Elo’s face and in his colours, shining the mellow hues of fresh-baked bread with the reds of Kissen’s hair. “Quiet,” said Arren, holding him tighter, but even the knife to his throat couldn’t dim Elo’s utter relief. “Elogast,” said Kissen, her voice gruff with emotion, her eyes going from the knife, to Arren, and back to Elo, calculating. She covered it with a joke: “Looks like you’re in trouble again.” Elo huffed out a breath of a laugh. “I should have known…” he said, his voice cracking with exhaustion and wonder. He grinned. “I should have known you were too stubborn to die.

Don’t you dare stop growing. Don’t you dare stop glowing. Keep being that dazzling beam of light you are. Shine bright, thrive on, and let your brilliance light up the world around you. Your journey is just warming up, and the best is yet to come. Stay radiant, stay unstoppable, and never let anyone or anything dim your sparkle. So go on, glow-getter, keep sparkling and keep shining—because the world needs your light!

Before then stood Lessa Craier. “Mother,” said Inara, her breath catching in her throat. Behind her, rather worse for wear, was another dead woman: Kissen. “Ina?” the godkiller said, her voice hoarse and breaking. She looked terrible. Worse than Inara felt. But Lessa Craier looked wonderful: her blade out and bloody, poised. Her mother’s long hair was slicked in a perfect braid, her tabard edged in Craier green and silver, embroidered with birds and leaves, and her leather chest plate was the same one she had kept in her armoury in their manor. Their burned manor. It took hearing Kissen call Ina’s name for Lessa’s mouth to tighten in recognition. No wonder: Inara must look very different to the soft little girl who had never left her home. Her mother’s colours fractured out into white, pure panic, then shifted into a fountain of golden foam, love or relief, before disappearing once more. Pulled back inside her frame. Hidden. Kissen moved. Inara didn’t have time to think before the veins charged past Lessa and pulled Inara away from the fire and into her arms, far from Arren’s blade. “Kissen,” Inara said tentatively. She was real. She was completely real. No dream could smell so bad. Inara grabbed her back, holding in for safety, for terror and grief. “You’re…you’re alive.” She held her, tightly, as tight as she could hold a thing, and Kissen held her back as if she could use her body to shield her from the world. Lessa didn’t come to her, Lessa didn’t move. “And kicking,” Kissen said. “Barely. I’m so sorry, I tried…I tried to come back to you.” “Kissen!” Joy was on Elo’s face and in his colours, shining the mellow hues of fresh-baked bread with the reds of Kissen’s hair. “Quiet,” said Arren, holding him tighter, but even the knife to his throat couldn’t dim Elo’s utter relief. “Elogast,” said Kissen, her voice gruff with emotion, her eyes going from the knife, to Arren, and back to Elo, calculating. She covered it with a joke: “Looks like you’re in trouble again.” Elo huffed out a breath of a laugh. “I should have known…” he said, his voice cracking with exhaustion and wonder. He grinned. “I should have known you were too stubborn to die.

Stay seated,” Bennett says, his voice danger in auditory form. “This doesn’t involve you. Only this man since he foolishly touched what doesn’t belong to him.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Grady shouts. Bennett jerks his chin in my direction. His eyes are bright in the dim lighting, the fierce emotions within shining like diamonds. “She’s mine.

Never dim your light to accommodate ill-tempered people. Most often, the best solution to their disposition is the consistency of your shining light. People may not like people, but they love the consistency and predictability of them.

Is it the stars, the many shining beacons guiding your way? Reaching out to you in your darkest time, showing you no matter how dim the light glows it still remains, it's many sources calling you, helping you through the harrowing lonely night... Or maybe it is the immense void of darkness itself, that pours freely from your mind that you see first. Overwhelming, maybe. Or rather, does it bring comfort, condolence, soothing you from within. Giving you somewhere to escape from it all. Is it the cold light of day whose ability to reveal all blemishes of a past you wish to forget the real demon you seek to avoid? The glaring truths you wish to avert your minds gaze from. Is it the darkness then that gives you solace and a safe resting place to prepare you once more before you step forth into that cruel light. The light which blinds and burns, That from which you cannot escape forever. What soothes you core, the dappling effect, protecting against the light allowing you dark comfort, or the light shining through the veil, igniting your warmth within. There is no shame in the darkness. Life is balance. The light from the sun is not a constant in our world any more than the shadows are. Shadows and light. One cannot exist without the other, and only with both can we live. We aren't all dwellers of complete darkness nor can those who thrive in the spot light exist in it's relentless fire without needing some time to abscond. None then are solely darkness, nor solely light, only shades on a scale, upon which we must find our own unique place and be accepting of others as they find theirs.

When a thin stream of white light passes through a prism, the light is separated into the respective colours of the rainbow on the opposite side. The human body has the energetic structure of two white equilateral triangles; one upright and one inverted, on top of each other. These triangular prisms construct the shape of a Star Tetrahedron or a 3D Star of David. If you can visualize a stream of white light shining down into your energetic structures and separating the light into the seven colors of the rainbow, then you can now understand what gives us the respective colors of the seven Primary Chakras. The white light shining down upon us represents Unconditional Love and the colors of the rainbow represent all of our collective emotions, behaviours, wants, needs and spiritual abilities. Our filters are allowing certain colors to shine more predominantly while at the same time dimming others due to inactivity. Our filters are therefore limitations that are giving us an incomplete form of existence. Those who are considered Enlightened have learned to focus on the pure white light behind our energetic structures.

The husband whispers in th e ear of his wife, “I will never leave you, nor forsake you,” but he forgets the hour of death when he must go from all below. The mother, as she presses her child to her bosom, says, “I will never leave y ou, nor forsake you,” but she knows not how soon that little child may be an orphan to need another’s care. Friend says to friend, “I will ne ver leave you, nor forsake you,” forget- ting how changeable human friendships are, for many are the hearts that have been torn asunder by vows, honestly whis- pered at the time, which have been forgot ten through the lapse of years, or have been treacherously broken. “I will never leave you, nor forsake you,” is not a prom ise for mortal lips to utter! Transient beings like ourselves must not venture to say, “I will never do this or that,” for, alas, we know not what we may do, or may not do! Even though we think we shall never prove to be traitors, yet traitors we may prove to be. Or if not traitors, our power may fail so that we shall be una- ble to do what we have promis ed. But when Jehovah says, “I will never leave you, nor forsak e you,” it is a Divine Prom- ise and He who utters it, Divinely keeps it! ‘Tis a fit promise for God to speak an d ‘tis a fit promise for God’s servants to hear. You have lost many of those dear to you, but you have not lost your God! They have gone from you, one by one, “as star by star grows dim,” but His Light still shines on—and shall shine on forever!

Don’t pack out! To some people, you make life bright When you decide to dim your light Their lives will be full of darkness Do shine your light in kindness To some people, you bring out a joy With their emotions, never ever toy With your smiles, grease them with oil And make them glad when their lives boil To other people, you are the warmth That kills coldness and brings strength Don’t do it; don’t pack out Else, they will have blackout You’re on earth to do two things here Wake up and do them now; this year First, dare to grow and become better Second, help others to also become greater Never in any of the four seasons Should you neglect your gifts for any reasons The world needs you to make it a better place Don’t pack out; run your race.

How do we find out what’s in the book?” “You will know soon enough.” “How are the Kings of Yejedin still alive? How did they make it past the seals on the realms after the Gods War?” I could feel Liam’s frustration and hear it in his voice. Roccurrem spoke in riddles, and Liam was in no mood to be denied the answers he sought. “Your family is full of secrets, Samkiel. Secrets that far outstretch this world.” “What?” The swirling mass around it seemed to shine brighter before dimming. “You are the key that connects the ones seeking revenge. There must always be a Guardian. Unir perceived the end, knew the consequences, and took action. Realms were locked—and your death will open them all. It is foretold. Chaos will return, and chaos will reign. You have seen a fraction of it.” Liam went rigid, a shuddering breath escaping him. “Seen it? How has he seen it?” My eyes darted between them. “Are you talking about the nightmares?” “He sees as his father and his father before him did. Distorted as it may be, it still rings true. The realms will open again.” “But if they open, that means Liam will die.” “So it is written; so it shall be.

Those who are intimidated by your potential will always look for ways to dim your light and prevent you from pursuing your life's purpose. Do not let them discourage you from seeking the right path. You were born to shine bright.

Don't let the darkness of the world dim your light; shine brightly and inspire others.

Those who are intimidated by your potential will always look for ways to dim your light and prevent you from pursuing your life's purpose. Do not let them discourage you from seeking the right path. You were born to shine bright.

The darkness may be all around, but that does not mean you should dim your light. Shine bright even in the dark, just like the morning sun that ushers its bright light.

When I offered to help him with extra practice, he got all defensive. Small dick syndrome?” She shrugs. “I dunno. Sometimes I feel like some people can’t stand it when you shine brighter than them, and I’m not going to dim myself for anyone.” “You’re amazing, and honestly, you deserve to be worshipped. Any guy or girl who is lucky enough to snag you should respect that. I’m talking like fanning you with palm leaves, and hand feeding you grapes kinda deal.” “You’re right. I do deserve that. Maybe one of those things to carry me around too, or an elephant. Do you think I could get my own elephant to ride around on?” “Probably cruel to the elephant.” Her hand flies up to her mouth. “You’re right. I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. I guess I’ll have to settle for a Ferrari. Cherry red. Or one in every color to match my lipsticks.

Delhi’s scorching sun reminds us of the power of light. It actually nourishes life & illuminates the world. But did you know we each have an inner light, just as powerful? Sweetheart, this summer solstice, let’s reflect on that inner brilliance. We are all born with it, a spark waiting to be ignited. Sometimes, life dims that spark & sometimes it gets buried by self-doubts, confusions & uncertainties or negative influences. But the truth is, our light never truly goes out. It’s always there, waiting to be rediscovered. It’s awakened by self-love, by recognizing our unique beauty, magnificence & potential. Darling listen – also don’t be fooled by the dazzling lights of others. Their brilliance is there to inspire you, not to overshadow you. It’s the same light that burns within you, waiting to be ignited & shared with the world. Embrace your inner sun! Here’s how: Find your source of power: What makes you feel alive? Pursue it with passion. Ditch the negativity: Don’t let others dim your light. Focus on your own journey, your own choices. Focus on Your Inner Radiance: every choice, everything you say or do, the way you show up & present yourself defines you. So, move towards the light, choose positivity & let your inner brilliance illuminate the world. Shine brightly: Share your gifts, your beauty, your talents with the world.. Let today be that day. So, as you step into your day, remember the sun within. Let it illuminate your path & the paths of those around you. Blessings!

The room was dim, the windows shuttered. Several candles illuminated Lord Golden standing with his back to me. He wore a sheet from his bed like a cape. He glanced at me over his shoulder and someone I had never met looked out of those golden eyes. When I was three steps into the room, he said quietly, “Stan there, please.” With one hand, he lifted his hair up and out of the way to bare the nape of his neck. The sheet fell away from his naked back, but his free hand continued to clutch it to his chest. I gasped and took an inadvertent step closer. He inched away but then stood his ground. In a small, shaken voice, he asked, “The Narcheska’s tattoos. Were they like this?” “May I come closer?” I managed to say. I didn’t really need to. If his tattoos were not identical to hers, then they were at the least extremely similar. He nodded jerkily, and I took another step into the room. He did not look at me but stared off into a dim corner. The room was not cold, but he was shivering. The exotic needling began at the nape of his neck and covered every part of his back before vanishing beneath the waistband of his leggings. The twining serpents and wingspread dragons sprawled in exquisite detail over his smooth back. The shining colors had a metallic gleam to them, as if gold and silver had been forced under his skin to illuminate them. Every claw and scale, every shining tooth and flashing eye, was perfect. “They are very alike,” I managed to say at last. “Save that yours lie flat to your skin. One of hers, the largest serpent, stood swollen from her back as if inflamed. And it seemed to cause her great pain.” He drew in a shuddering breath. His teeth were near to chattering as he observed bitterly, “Well. Just when I thought there was no way she could increase her cruelty, she finds one. That poor, poor child.” “Does yours hurt?” I asked cautiously. He shook his head, still without looking at me. Some of his hair fell free of his grasp to brush across his shoulders. “No. Not now. But the application of them was extremely painful. And of great duration. They held me very still, for hours at a time. They apologized and tried to comfort me as they did. That only made it worse, that people who otherwise treated me with love and regard could do that to me. They were meticulously careful to needle them in just as she instructed them. It is a horrible thing to do to a child. Hold him still and hurt him. Any child.

If you only shine a light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim

And when you feel the ache of unmet needs, may you turn inward with compassion, recognizing that you, too, are a vessel of great strength and resilience. There is a deep well within you, a source of light that can guide you through the darkest nights. Trust in this inner light, for it is your own, and it shines with a brilliance that no one else can dim.

I would never let that happen,” he declared, cupping my face with one of his hands. “Your light is too bright for me to watch it dim and not do everything in my power to see you shine again.

Don’t dim your light so that others can shine brighter.

God will cause you to shine bright, to a point where no one can dim your light.

What else did she tell you about—” Thom began, then cut off with a frown. “What ails you, Mat? You look about to sick up.” What ailed him was his memory, and not the other men’s memories for once. Those had been stuffed into him to fill holes in his own memories, which they did and more, or so it seemed. He certainly remembered many more days than he had lived. But whole stretches of his own life were lost to him, and others were like moth-riddled blankets or shadowy and dim. He had only spotty memories of fleeing Shadar Logoth, and very vague recollections of escaping on Domon’s rivership, but one thing seen on that voyage stood out. A tower shining like burnished steel. Sick up? His stomach wanted to empty itself. “I think I know where that tower is, Thom. Rather, Domon knows. But I can’t go with you. The Eelfinn will know I’m coming, maybe the Aelfinn, too. Burn me, they might already know about this letter, because I read it. They might know every word we’ve said. You can’t trust them. They’ll take advantage if they can, and if they know you’re coming, they’ll be planning to do just that. They’ll skin you and make harnesses for themselves from your hide.” His memories of them were all his own, but they were more than enough to support the judgment.

The Light of Truth There’s emptiness without truth dark clouds rising above showing a darker shade of gray taking parts of life you love. These uncomfortable thoughts rest heavy all the time sleep doesn’t come easy praying God will clear your mind. Internal love with the truth shines in a dim lit sky reaching for the light of truth that almost passed you by.

you only shine light on your flaws, all your perfects will dim.

Promise me that you won’t let either of them dim your shine. Because fuck, Alina,” he groaned, “you burn so fucking brightly.

Starting right now, resist muting your voice, dimming your shine, or retreating to roles you have outgrown.

Dear God, Let us not be fazed by the haters, liars and those who create division between our fellow man, and women. This is their spotlight; let it shine on them alone until the day it shines dim. May we reach out to the people we encounter with peace and kindness. Lord, we need clear minds, and let us follow those who walk with integrity. Lord, we’re not perfect, but bring out the very best in all of us, as we follow your path of understanding, and clarity. May we all carry pearls of wisdom in moments of doubt. In Jesus name. Amen.

I’m reminded of a dream that the aunt of a friend of mine had; the woman’s name is Cleo and she grew up in Kansas during the Great Depression. In the dream, she is lifted to Heaven when just a child. There, she is greeted by an angel who says, “Take my hand and I will show you to your new home.” The angel and Cleo stroll through Heaven’s shining streets, more radiant than anything the small and nervous girl had seen. However, instead of stopping before one of the lovely houses, they keep walking, then walking some more. The lights begin to dim, the houses are smaller now and the streets not so smooth. Finally, they arrive at a tiny hut near the edge of a dense forest with just enough light to see. Cleo asks, “Is this my new home?” The angel replies, “I’m afraid so; you were just barely good enough to get in.

God will make you shine bright, to a point where no one can dim your light.

Don't let someone dim your light simply because it's shining in their eyes.