Quotes About Luminosity

The grey sky had changed a little in character now. It was dimly interspersed with twinkling points of pale luminosity. Most of these points were so blurred and indistinct that it would have been hard to catch them again at a second glance in the same position in the vast ether. They were like nothing on earth; and to nothing on earth could they be compared. They were the stars, not of the night but of the twilight.

I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darknness.

Design is defined by light and shade, and appropriate lighting is enormously important.

Lighting is key for me for every project.

No one can look bad when you've been lit for six hours.

The Sun is white (with a hint of turquoise), not yellow.

Transcurrieron las horas. A la luz de la luna, apenas podía distinguir el semblante perfecto de Aquiles al otro lado de la habitación. Tenía los labios entreabiertos y un brazo puesto con descuido encima de la cabeza. Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.

Dormido bajo aquella luminosidad tan tenue parecía diferente: hermoso pero frío. Me descubrí deseando que despertara para de ese modo poder contemplar cómo revivía.

Voici la crèche éternelle Dans la nuit répand une lueur nouvelle Qu'aucune nuit ne la détruise Mais brille d'une foi continuelle…

I felt that I was not penetrating to the full depth of my impression, that something more lay behind that mobility, that luminosity, something which they seemed at once to contain and to conceal.

And yet one did not find in the speech of Bergotte a certain luminosity which in his books, as in those of some other writers, often modified in the written phrase the appearance of its words. This was doubtless because that light issues from so profound a depth that its rays do not penetrate to our spoken words in the hours in which, thrown open to others by the act of conversation, we are to a certain extent closed against ourselves.

It captured the light and refined it and gave it back in silver incandescence

Perhaps we shall lose them, perhaps they will be obliterated, if we return to nothing in the dust. But so long as we are alive, we can no more bring ourselves to a state in which we shall not have known them than we can with regard to any material object, than we can, for example, doubt the luminosity of a lamp that has just been lighted, in view of the changed aspect of everything in the room, from which has vanished even the memory of the darkness.

Be the sun among the stars. Let the world feel your light.

The perceptions of middle age have their own luminosity.

Every man and woman is a star.

Light was everything. Sunshine, windows with the blinds open. Pages with short chapters and lots of white space and Short. Paragraphs. Light was everything.

Light was everything.

His love shone as impartial as the sun.

It was a light which gave solidity to everything and drew colour out from the heart of objects.

I believe that there is luminosity hiding in the shadow of the mundane. And things that hover at the periphery of our vision. If that's magic, then I believe in it.

While weak hope leaves us at the mercy of our moods and events, 'brightness of hope' produces illuminated individuals. Their luminosity is seen, and things are also seen by it!

And I am in love with light. Lock me in the sunshine.

Every single star has its separate light to shine.