As the sun kissed the dune tops, illuminating the atmosphere with a golden light, as golden as the memories about to be… — Mwanyengwa Ndapewoshali Shapwanale Copy Share Image
The highest octave kundalini is the golden light which occurs in the supraconscious; it is the supraconscious. It's what they call Sat… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“She whips the hose back and forth, laughing as he chases it, the fleeting, uncatchable colors, shimmering splinters of the golden light.… — Rick Yancey The 5th Wave Copy Share Image
“In a serener Bright, In a more golden light I see Each little doubt and fear, Each little discord here Removed.” — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Picture that the waves of golden light have now become a solid river of golden light that is constantly passing through you.… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“She draws back, yet refuses to lose skin contact. Golden light flickers across his face. He is the night, the stars. His… — Laura Kreitzer Copy Share Image
Then Circled by the golden light of God's Presence and His promise, Paul and Sierra walked side by side along the trail… — Robin Jones Gunn Copy Share Image
“He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes. "She's happy, Andie,"… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
I grew up in St. Louis in a tiny house full of large music - Mahalia Jackson and Marian Anderson singing majestically… — Naomi Shihab Nye Copy Share Image
The golden light of metaphor, which is the intelligence of poetry, was implicit in alchemical study. To change, magically, one substance into… — Patricia Hampl Copy Share Image
In 'A Room With a View' there's a lovely scene with Julian Sands and Helena Bonham-Carter in a wheat field. It was… — James Ivory Copy Share Image
“It was a still afternoon - the golden light was lingering languidly among the upper boughs, only glancing down here and there… — George Eliot Copy Share Image
And still the brain continues to yearn, continues to burn, foolishly, with desire. My old man's brain is mocked by a body… — Meg Rosoff Copy Share Image
“Because no matter how far you may travel, you are what you are, and even when you are flying at thrilling new… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
As hard as I have tried to remember the exact moment when I fell in love with God, I cannot do it.… — Barbara Brown Taylor Copy Share Image
“So the days slipped away, as each morning dawned bright and fair, and each evening followed cool and clear. But autumn was… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“At last they came to an eminence from which they saw the valley of the Rhine spread out before them under the… — W. Somerset Maugham Copy Share Image
“It was the clouds I saw first. Enormous clouds drifting in the cobalt sky, soft and magnanimous, still tinged by the rose… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
“After that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this: A… — Robin Sloane Copy Share Image
“Annabeth,” he said hesitantly, “in New Rome, demigods can live their whole lives in peace.” Her expression turned guarded. “Reyna explained it… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
“The city reveals itself as a set of cells, a hundred thousand windows, some darkened and some flooded with green or white… — Olivia Laing Copy Share Image
“To wonder sadly, did I say? No: a new influence began to act upon my life, and sadness, for a certain space,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Overhead, a fluff of a cloud was framed with pure golden light from the sun that was hidden from her view. Awed… — Delia Parr Copy Share Image
“Imagine you are a member of a tour visiting Greece. The group goes to the Parthenon. It is a bore. Few people… — Walker Percy Copy Share Image
“Underhill had to fight with himself to remain in place. But something was already changing inside him. Something that had become familiar… — Simon Avery Copy Share Image
“the headline death and disaster atop the latest dispatch from Homestead. “Capital and labor have met once more on a bloody field,”… — James McGrath Morris Copy Share Image
“Our mandala is indeed an 'eye,' the structure of which symbolizes the centre of order in the unconscious. The eye is a… — C.G. Jung Copy Share Image
“Rose Tyler: The time war ends. Emperor Dalek: I will not die! I cannot diieee! [we see Rose's eyes light up, and… — Russell T Davies Copy Share Image
“Lances, leaning like drunken soldiers standing guard, lined the perimeter of the property, feathers fluttering, their slender shafts black lines in the… — Catherine Anderson Copy Share Image
“The mornings came hard, and our caddie master, Dick Millweed, had a temper that could make a hangover seem like a seismic… — John Dunn Copy Share Image
The first fresh hour of every morning should be dedicated to the Lord, whose mercy gladdens it with golden light. — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
In meditation, when your mind becomes perfectly still and calm, you will experience the golden light of eternity. — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
“And suddenly a shaft of blinding silver-white light three feet long sprang from the broken hilt of Fidelacchius and shone in the… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
“beyond it the sun was poised directly between two sawtoothed peaks, casting golden light across the rock faces and the sugared snow… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
For a few minutes, center yourself by concentrating on your breath: This connects you to your essence. Keep exhaling negativity, inhaling calm.… — Nate Copy Share Image
“He watched the sun rise beyond the grape arbor. In the thin golden light the young leaves and tendrils of the Scuppernong… — Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Copy Share Image
“And when he ran the blades over her she felt light as a feather, floating happily into that place where pain and… — Astrid Knowles Copy Share Image
“When Crystal May woke up the next morning, she felt like she'd died and gone to heaven. She rolled over on her… — Carol Storm Copy Share Image
“If she were Catholic, she could kneel, kneel and bow her head inside a church with brilliant stained-glass windows and streaks of… — Elizabeth Strout Copy Share Image