Shine Baby Shine Quotes & Sayings
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Someone was shaking her to wake up. Charlotte swatted at the hand in the hope the owner would leave her alone.
"Come on, baby, rise and shine. Time to get ready."
She moaned and turned away, grunting for whoever it was to leave her alone.
"I need to sleep," she called.
"Shall I strip naked and join you in bed?"
Charlotte jerked upright. Micah stood with his hands by his side and an arrogant smile on his face. "Is the invitation still open?"
"It was never open," she replied. — Sam Crescent

Don't be anyone's firefly in a jar! A lot of people are attracted to the light. Some are also intimidated by it. They selfishly try to keep it for themselves. Sometimes it happens so fast, you don't even realize you're being captured. There is magic within you that will suffocate in a jar. If you wake up one morning and realize there's a lid above you, do whatever it takes to free yourself. Life is much better beyond the jar. The world needs your light! Shine, Baby, shine! — Sheri Fink

My money's riding on this dark horse, baby My heart is sayin' it's the lucky one And its true color's gonna shine through someday If we let this Let this dark horse run — Amanda Marshall

I don't want you to ever be touched by the gray areas I'm immersed in, baby. I want you clean. I want you to shine, just like you always do. — Maya Banks

Be careful of your Golden Glitter
It may shine upon your Baby Sitter — Frank Julius

Your life was bad; I see it in your eyes. When you grin, your face is empty, and I have no doubt when you smile, your eyes won't shine like they should. One day though, baby, I will make them shine. — Bella Jewel

LONDON. TRINITY TERM one week old. Implacable June weather. Fiona Maye, a High Court judge, at home on Sunday evening, supine on a chaise longue, staring past her stockinged feet toward the end of the room, toward a partial view of recessed bookshelves by the fireplace and, to one side, by a tall window, a tiny Renoir lithograph of a bather, bought by her thirty years ago for fifty pounds. Probably a fake. Below it, centered on a round walnut table, a blue vase. No memory of how she came by it. Nor when she last put flowers in it. The fireplace not lit in a year. Blackened raindrops falling irregularly into the grate with a ticking sound against balled-up yellowing newsprint. A Bokhara rug spread on wide polished floorboards. Looming at the edge of vision, a baby grand piano bearing silver-framed family photos on its deep black shine. On the floor by the chaise longue, within her reach, the draft of a judgment. — Ian McEwan

Now the snow's coming down, and im watching it fall. Watching the people around, baby please come home. Pretty lights on a tree, and im watching you shine. You should be here with me! Baby please come home — Josh Ramsay Of Marianas Trench

Lady Luck shines on all, but rather than having your umbrella overhead, you've got to have your face to the sky. When it comes down to it, it's all you, baby. There's no other way around it. — Darren Hardy

My litter sister looks up at me.
Mom was right. Her eyes are the same as they've always been. Brown eyes fringed with long lashes and steeped with the memory of sweetness and light, laughter and joy - trapped in this mangled corpse-like face.
"It's all right, baby girl," I whisper into her hair as I hug her. "I'm here. I came for you."
Her face crumples and her eyes shine. "You came for me."
I stroke her hair. It's as silky as ever. — Susan Ee

Shine, baby, shine, be graceful child of mine. Be like the firefly who glows no matter how the darkness grows. Shine, baby, shine — Maryann Cusimano Love

It's all right, baby girl," I whisper into her hair as I hug her. "I'm here. I came for you." Her face crumples and her eyes shine. "You came for me. — Susan Ee

Haiku Christmas Story
New light in the sky
announces a sacred birth.
Shine brightly young star.
Hallelujah song
carries on a gentle wind,
heralding a king.
Shepherds lift their heads,
not to gaze at a new light
but to hear angels.
"Unto you is born
in the city of David
a Savior for all."
Born on straw at night
under low stable rafters,
Baby Jesus cried.
Sheep and goats and cows
gather 'round a manger bed
to awe at a babe.
Wise men come to see
a child of greater wisdom
and honor divine.
Rare and precious gifts,
gold and myrrh and frankincense,
to offer a king.
Mary and Joseph
huddle snugly together.
They cradle God's son.
On this wise He came,
the Son of God to the earth.
A humble wonder. — Richelle E. Goodrich

My pacifism came after I joined the army and was shipped over to Korea. There was a little one-room orphanage there called Song-do. There were 180 babies in there, and they were GI babies. The U.S. government would not acknowledge this, and the Korean government had nothing to do with them. They were living on a 100-pound bag of rice a month. Some of those kids, when they were old enough, would go out and shine shoes. They would show up at the gate of our compound to shine shoes, and you'd swear they were looking for their fathers. — Utah Phillips

Most human lives were and are too short. Most people have lived out their days hungry and barefoot, on the run from this war and that famine, a plague here and a flood there. But people have to sing anyway. Even a baby that hasn't been fed in days will stop crying and look around when they hear someone singing in joy. You sing and it's like giving a thirsty person water. It's a kindness. It makes you shine. — Joe Hill

You were born to shine like the stars above! So shine baby shine — Timothy Pina

Tar-heart baby, let me be, let me shine bright, stop making fun of me. Stop bringing up my past un-funs. — Coco J. Ginger

Baby Boomers are now living longer and want to stay vibrant and gorgeous for as long as possible. I've identified a need for women to learn the basics of a healthy, holistic, daily regimen, which will bring a healthy glow to their skin. It's all about allowing our true self to shine, both literally through our skin and metaphorically through our soul. — Sophie Heyman Uliano