Quotes About Light

Only in the early morning light of day, and of life, can we see the world without its shadows. Truth requires new beginnings.

Morning is when the wick is lit. A flame ignited, the day delighted with heat and light, we start the fight for something more than before.

Every single day on earth, as it's been for millions of years, the sun slowly rises in the east, night gives way to dawn, dawn gives way to morning, the sun bursts above the horizon a little bit at a time and then all of a sudden in full bloom. The sky becomes lighter and clearer, the earth becomes radiated with light, and another day has begun.

Reach out for the light, yes, but love your shadows too.

You might be a redneck if your dogs name is Miller Light

In Bottletown, even our tears flicker like jewels.

Please, comrade! I just want to chop him up for the stew!' 'And that's another thing! I'm tired of stew! I want to put him in a crust and bake a light fluffy quiche!' 'QUICHE?! What kind of food is THAT for a monster to eat?!

Sometimes, too, other people gave you their light, and could seem to flicker, to be hardly visible at all, if no one took care of them. Because they'd given you too much and had nothing left for themselves.

And God said, Let there be light. God said that, Saul, and He has come from so far away, and His home is gone, but His purpose remains. Would you deny Him His new kingdom?

A lighthouse was a fixed beacon for a fixed purpose; a person was a moving one. But people still emanated light in their way, still shown across the miles as a warning, an invitation, or even just a static signal. People opened up so they became a brightness, or they went dark. They turned their light inward sometimes, so you couldn't see it, because they had no other choice.

But you're curious, too," she said. "Why do you say that?" "You guard the light. And light sees everything.

As I adjusted to the light, the Crawler kept changing at a lightning pace, as if to mock my ability to comprehend it. It was a figure within a series of refracted panes of glass. It was a series of layers in the shape of an archway. It was a great sluglike monster ringed by satellites of even odder creatures. It was a glistening star.

How can you tell if a streak of light across the sky is sincere?

Bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from the outside.

Even in darkness it is possible to create light and encourage compassion. That it is possible to feel free inside a prison. That even in exile, friendship exists and can become an anchor. That one instant before dying, man is still immortal.

The night lifted, leaving behind it a grayish light the color of stagnant water. Soon there was only a tattered fragment of darkness, hanging in mid-air, the other side of the window. Fear caught my throat. The tattered fragment of darkness had a face. The face was my own.

I speak from experience that even in darkness, it is possible to create light and encourage compassion. There it is: I still believe in man in spite of man.

Selling the Lite of Heaven by Suzanne Strempek Shea

Let not him who accepts light in an instant despise him who gropes months in shadows.

Whatever dark tunnel we may be called upon to travel through, God has been there.

You yourself will be given light in exchange for pouring yourself out for the hungry; you yourself will get guidance, the satisfaction of your longings, and strength, when you pour yourself out, when you make the satisfaction of somebody else's desire your own concern;

In simplicity is such guiding truth. I turn again to the spirituals. "This little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine" could also be an epigraph to this book, if it were not understood as being simply a merry exhortation. It was, after all, best known as an anthem during the mighty struggles of the civil rights movement. That beautifully repeated let it shine, let it shine, let it shine performs the will to live in the context of mighty, life-and-death struggle.

Light tomorrow with today.

And in my head, a person who was out walking and walking in the dark comes to a little house with a light on. Waits at the door for a moment, and then goes in. Finds such a welcome that she stays.