Quotes About Light

I just want it to be fun and light the way it always is with us. I want him to at leas still be my friend. Especially now that we're at the end.

and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair, remember it's only in the black of the night you see the stars.

The Manicheans believed the world was filled with imprisoned light, fragments of a God who destroyed himself because he no longer wished to exist. This light could be found trapped inside man and animals and plants, and the Manichean mission was to try to release it. Because of this, they abstained from sex, viewing babies as fresh prisons of entrapped light.

The most charismatic people—the poets, the mystics, the explorers—were that way because they had somehow managed to keep a bit of this light that was meant to have dimmed. But the shocking thing, the unbearable thing it seemed, was that the natural order was for this light to vanish. It hung on sometimes through the twenties, a glint here or there in the thirties, and then almost always the eyes went dark.

The Manicheans believed the world was filled with imprisoned light, fragments of a God who destroyed himself because he no longer wish to exist. This light could be found trapped inside a man and animals and plants, and the Manichean mission was to try to release it. Because of this, they abstained from sex, viewing babies as fresh prisons of entrapped light.

The space and light up there in Norfolk is wonderfully peaceful. I find myself doing funny things like gardening, and cooking, which I rarely do in London.

Fun fact: The planet Venus- aka, the 'morning star' when it appears before sunrise, outshining all the stars in the heavens-was once known as Luciferin. Funner fact: The chemical that makes fireflies' butts light up is called "luciferin

light was both a wave and a particle.

When a stargirl cries, she sheds not tears but light.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

La penumbra del cuarto, en su muda ausencia, envuelve el cuerpo del hombre sobre un rincón de la alfombra

El amanecer se acerca con toda su luz de oro, después de caminar varios minutos contra el viento seco

I let the fireflies lead the way, dancing just ahead of me, sparkling as I passed and then dimming to nothing.

In a long life, said many an old man, this is but one more thing. Yet there were others who were young and knew nothing about the helplessness of life's condition. Did they glow with light? They did, but of course, it could not be seen. And all the while, the grinding of bones like machinery, and the light step of tightrope walkers out beyond the windows.

I smell the wet black dirt and remember days in the garden, when it would have been possible to stand and run to my wife or stand and run to my son. But I did not do so. I concerned myself with parsley or yams or pulling weeds. I had so much and all at once. There is too much light in those thoughts. Light everywhere. It obliterates me. I recoil.

Dream is not a revelation. If a dream affords the dreamer some light on himself, it is not the person with closed eyes who makes the discovery but the person with open eyes lucid enough to fit thoughts together. Dream- a scintillating mirage surrounded by shadows- is essentially poetry.

As they traveled the sun and moon dipped in the sky and then rose again, moving around them in a stately dance. In the summer months, at the top of the world, neither sank below the horizon. The sky was both dark and light, the sun a tiny pale ball and the moon a long thin crescent, lying on its back like a bowl. Then, for a time, the sun was directly below the moon, looking insignificant and weak.

It's funny how it only takes one thing to ruin your essence. One thing to burn the light out of your soul and dim the spark of life within you.

Ligh doesn't shine in the light; it shines in the dark.

He's afraid, Graber said. Yes, naturally. But he's a good dog. And a man-eater. We're all that. Why? We are. And we think, just like that dog, that we are still good. And just like him we are looking for a bit of warmth and light and friendship.

Love, he thought. That too is love. The old miracle. It not only casts a rainbow of dreams against the gray sky of facts—it also sheds romantic light upon a heap of dung—a miracle and a mad mockery. Suddenly he had the strange feeling of having become, in a remote way, an accomplice.

Here where you stand, a young Etruscan woman stood in just the same way three thousand years ago—and the wind came in just this way from Africa and chased the light across the ocean.

Gledao sam naokolo. Više nisam bio sam. Na jugu, iza horizonta, urlao je sad jedan motor. Iza magle, bledim putevima jurila je pomo?. Farovi su sipali svetlost, gume su zviždale, a dve ruke ?vrsto držale volan. Dva oka su prodirala kroz tamu, hladno i pouzdano - o?i mog druga...

Das Licht war Gold und das Blau eine letzte, seidene Fahne des Sommers.