Quotes About Light

Humans are born into the light Shining good, shining bright Only evil thrives at night Let us banish them from our sight.

The world was full of life and light, and I practically floated on air when I walked inside.

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

A pesar del frío, brillaba el sol, y sus rayos alumbraron de fondo su cabello. El podría haber sido un ángel, pensé. • capítulo 13

Los problemas crecen en la oscuridad y se agrandan, pero cuando son expuestos a la luz de la verdad, se minimizan. Solo, estás tan enfermo como tus secretos. Así que quítate la máscara, deja de disimular que eres perfecto y camina hacia la liberación.

If, at the end of the Atlantic, Columbus had found only an absence of water, this English tourist would have been there to capture that void with a wide-angle lens. Here, the wind blows from nowhere to nowhere across a plain transformed by salt into a vision of light. Sometimes a word is found so right it trembles at the slightest explanation. You start out with one thing, end up with another, and nothing's like it used to be, not even the future.

my candle burns at both ends it will not last the night but arh my friends and oh my foes it gives a lovely light

So shines a good deed in a weary world.

There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing. . . .

It was no good. The moonbeam was like a silver blade slicing through the room on to her face. The

There's no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There's no knowing where they're rowing, Or which way the river's flowing! Not a speck of light is showing, So the danger must be growing, For the rowers keep on rowing, And they're certainly not showing Any signs that they are slowing. . . .

The mountain was dark blue and all around it the sky was gushing and glistening with light.

You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs.

It's all—let's use a very specific word here—miraculous. You, me, love, quarks, sex, chocolate, the speed of light—it's all miraculous, and it always has been.

It is as if the smallest amount of light is infinitely more powerful than massive amounts of dark.

It is far more helpful to ask why the light isn't as bright as it could be.

The Sun, each second, transforms four million tons of itself into light, giving itself over to become energy that we, with every meal, partake of. For four million years, humans have been feasting on the Sun's energy stored in the form of wheat or reindeer. Brian Swimme

Lord, make me an instrument of your peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love. Where there is injury, pardon. Where there is doubt, faith. Where there is despair, hope. Where there is darkness, light. Where there is sadness, joy. Bridget

Ben, why should anybody want that much power? Why does a moth fly toward light?

Much of a man's mute yearning for a woman is his need for her light to show him - as well as her - his true nature and godhood. Every woman holds this terrible-wonderful power in her hands.

The ego and the shadow come from the same source and exactly balance each other. To make light is to make shadow; one cannot exist without the other.

It is not that the light element alone does the healing; the place where light and dark begin to touch is where miracles arise. This middle place is a mandorla.

Contribute less to the general darkness of the world and do not add to the collective shadow that fuels war and strife.

One knows that a god is in the temple when, after contemplating the coherence of the structure, one is seized, violently, by the power and beauty of it, as by a light or flame or an effulgence. This illumination is a discharge of compressed energy and information.