Quotes About Light

Our secrets are our greatest possessions. We store them like pocket treasures, reassured by their weight, their heft, and the knowledge that though they may be smoothed by time, they bear the same stories, the same unrelenting hold, the timeless chiaroscuro they were born in. I had no knowledge of how they might alter with exposure to light.

In her room at the prow of the houseWhere light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,My daughter is writing a story.

But up in his room by artificial lightMy father paints the summer.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over lakes whose ice is thin And still allows some stirring down within.

Everyone has light around them, except for you. You have shadows.

You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other.

Why not see which is brighter: your aura or the sun?

Moroi shied from the sunlight but as I watched Sydney, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.

I took a deep breath and said: "I fell in love with a vampire." And like that, I was blinded by light.

You might be surrounded by clouds, but you'll be like sunshine to me.

My god, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them? When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those... They're beautiful. You're beautiful.

A loud booming noise interrupted us, and we saw a flash of light off to my right. People near the other garages screamed. "There, you see?" asked Abe, quite pleased with himself. "A new gate. Perfect timing.

I left the clinic in a daze that had nothing to do with my head injury. Clear up in a week or so? How could Dr. Olendzki speak so lightly about this? I was going to look like a mutant for Christmas and most of the ski trip. I had a black eye. A freaking black eye. And my mother had given it to me.

A flame in the dark

I clung to that spark of hope, nurturing it into a small flame that chased some of the shadows in my heart away.

See? There it is again. My flame in the dark.

Fiery and sweet, all at the same time. A flame in the dark, lighting my way.

We chase away the shadows around each other.

Moroi shied from sunlight, but as I watched the way it illuminated her, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.

The color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing...like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful." -Bloodlines

Love is a flame in the dark. A breath of warmth on a winter's night. A star that guides you home.

Then… it was like… I don't even know how to describe it. Color and light and music and life and joy and love… so many wonderful things, all the lovely things that make up the world and make it worth living.

I kept wanting to sit and rest, to curl up in a ball and think of nothing else. No, no, no. The light. I had to go toward the light. That almost made me laugh out loud. It was funny, really. Like I was someone having a near-death experience. Then I did laugh. This whole night had been full of near-death experiences.