A Quote by Richelle Mead

I clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away. — © Richelle Mead
I clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.
From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.
No matter how dark the night, somehow the sun rises once again and all shadows are chased away.
You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.
Love is who you are. Your true self is pure love, infinite awareness, and unbounded joy...As you realize this, you will feel a small light in your heart. At first it will be the size of a spark, then a candle flame, then a raging bonfire.
At some points, hope was the only thing I had. When I began my journey toward walking again, I clung to hope like a life raft.
A spark can become a flame, a flame a fire.
A boy comes to me with a spark of interest. I feed the spark and it becomes a flame. I feed the flame and it becomes a fire. I feed the fire and it becomes a roaring blaze.
A man is born into this world with only a tiny spark of goodness in him. The spark is God, it is the soul; the rest is ugliness and evil, a shell. The spark must be guarded like a treasure, it must be nurtured, it must be fanned into flame. It must learn to seek out other sparks, it must dominate the shell. Anything can be a shell, Reuven. Anything. Indifference, laziness, brutality, and genius. Yes, even a great mind can be a shell and choke the spark.
Words of encouragement fan the spark of genius into the flame of achievement. Legend tells us that Lincoln's dying mother called her small son to her bedside and whispered, 'Be somebody, Abe'.
It was strange how the heart clung to hope even when there was no reasonable basis for it, Morgan found. And how life went on.
Drama school was a lifeline for me, it saved me. I found it very nurturing - I just clung on.
We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.
A Christian will part with anything rather than his hope; he knows that hope will keep the heart both from aching and breaking, from fainting and sinking; he knows that hope is a beam of God, a spark of glory, and that nothing shall extinguish it till the soul be filled with glory.
The best Christmas gift of all is the presence of a happy family all wrapped up with one another. Jesus is the reason for the season! From a little spark may burst a mighty flame. The only blind person at Christmastime is he who has not Christmas in his heart.
Darkness is not chased away with sticks, not even cannons. One simply lights a small candle and the darkness flees before it.
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