A Quote by Arthur Schopenhauer

For, as you know, religions are like glow-worms; they shine only when it is dark. — © Arthur Schopenhauer
For, as you know, religions are like glow-worms; they shine only when it is dark.
Glories, like glow-worms, afar off shine bright, But looked to near, have neither heat nor light.
The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.
We are all worms. However, I like to think I'm a glow worm
Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight of fancy, and yet when we bring them close to us, and hold them up to the light of reason, lose their beauty all at once, as glow worms which gleam with such a spiritual light in the shadows of evening, when brought in where the candles are lighted, are found to be only worms like so many others.
Look at the stars, how they shine and glow, some of the stars died a long time ago. Still they shine in the evening skies for you see, love like starlight never dies
I needed more stuff that glowed so when the lights went out, you could actually see me the whole time. So I slowly built it from there. I wanted everything to glow. I want my hair to glow, I want my nails to glow, I want my eyes to glow, I want my lips to glow, you know?
We are all worms. But I believe that I am a glow-worm.
Light, Life and Love are like three glow-worms at thy feet: the whole universe of stars, the dewdrops on the grass whereon thou walkest!
Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a conflagration in the midst of a dark night.
Glow-worms on the ground are moving, As if in the torch-dance circling.
For as nightingales do upon glow-worms feed, So poets live upon the living light.
What sex is, we don't know, but it must be some sort of fire. For it always communicates a sense of warmth, of glow. And when this glow becomes a pure shine, then we feel the sense of beauty. We all have the fire of sex slumbering or burning inside us. If we live to be ninety, it is still there. Or, if it dies, we become one of those ghastly living corpses which are unfortunately becoming more numerous in the world.
Religions are like fireflies. They require darkness in order to shine.
As I glow in this cold, dark night, I know I can't be a light unless I turn my face to You.
My bacteria glow in the dark - no human being doesn't like that.
It's a dark culture that we live in. But you were called to glow in the dark.
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