Quotes About Light

A glow of solar corona showed over the edge of the shadow square.

The sun light up a drop of dew The drop of dew soon dries You are the light of my eyes, my eyes I'm brought to life by you ...

You must of course take care to light the matches one at a time. If a powerful emotion should ignite them all at once they would produce a splendor so dazzling that it would illuminate far beyond what we can normally see; and then a brilliant tunnel would appear before our eyes, revealing the path we forgot the moment we were born, and summoning us to regain the divine origin we had lost. The soul ever longs to return to the place from which it came, leaving the body lifeless. . . .

Cuando el fósforo que masticaba hacía contacto con la luminosa imagen que evocaba, el cerillo se encendía. Poco a poco su visión se fue aclarando hasta que ante sus ojos apareció nuevamente el túnel.

Porque solamente alguien que se vacía puede ser llenado de nuevo. En el vacío está la luz del entendimiento.

I wonder how much time had passed between the moment God said Let there be light and the appearance of light? Sometimes, the mere difference of a single second between one event and another can be enough to turn our lives around one hundred and eighty degrees.

If only I had some grease I could fix some kind of a light, Ma considered. We didn't lack for light when I was a girl before this newfangled kerosene was ever heard of. That's so, said Pa. These times are too progressive. Everything has changed too fast. Railroads and telegraph and kerosene and coal stoves--they're good things to have, but the trouble is, folks get to depend on 'em.

Where a light can't live, I know I can't.

The candle-light was dim, as though the darkness were trying to put it out.

When gloomy clouds across the sky Cast shadows o'er the land, Bright rays of hope illumine my path, For Jesus holds my hand.

the sun was already stretching golden fingers across the grass, the blades sparkled green, like a welcome mat sprinkled with diamonds.

Ronnie indossava calzoncini porpora e una T-shirt che diceva: AL DI FUORI DEL CANE, IL LIBRO è IL MIGLIOR AMICO DELL'UOMO. DENTRO IL CANE, è TROPPO BUIO PER LEGGERE.

We are not made up only of our light and happiness but also of darkness and sorrow. To deny the darkness of yourself is to deny half of who you are, and when you love, truly love, you need to love the whole person not just the part that smiles and waves, but the part that thinks murderous thoughts and knows that pain is both pleasure and temptation, but still thinks puppies are really cute.

we're all creatures of light and darkness. Embracing your darkness won't kill the light. Goodness is stronger than that.

there is beauty that hits the eye like a bolt of lightning, that burns and sears and blinds. It is more disaster than pleasure. But yours, yours is a beauty that lulls one into comfort, into not protecting one's eyes from the light, then one night you realise that the moon, too, has its beauty.

Remember, that the darkness is not bad, just different, and all that is good, or bad, is there in the light, or the dark, only our perception changes.

The desk lamp was the only light in the room. The vampire had requested the overheads be turned out. His name was Sabin, and he stood against the far wall, huddling in the dark. He was covered head to foot in a black, hooded cape. He looked like something out of an old Vincent Price movie. I'd never seen a real vampire dress like that. The

I'm in a pocket of glowing light, protected from complicated relationships and huge mistakes, past and future.

I lied quickly, remembering a Cosmo article I'd read that had exhorted me to "keep it light and airy and happy" when talking to a new guy because most "normal" guys didn't respond so well to hard-bitten cynicism.

This note about anatomy from me to you is for the remembering that after you speak after you shout your open mouth will breathe in the light for which you've hungered and your backbone will unfurl, until you can again dance to the beat of your steadfast heart.

The yellow sun rose, a giant balloon filled with prayers and hopes and promise.

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

Marsh looked at me sideways, causing a brief stir of familiarity. You liked the library? It was all I could do to keep her from bolting herself inside, Alistair told him. With mock indignation, I protested, I never even touched a book. I walked through and walked out. Her eyes were filled with an unnatural light, Alister confided in his cousin. I feared for my safety.

Around one-thirty it started raining lightly. Almost immediately the umbrella sellers turned up on the streetcorners. You'd have thought they had existed previously in spore form, springing miraculously to life when a drop of water touched them.