Quotes About Light

Life Warriors. They would pay tribute to their loved ones rather than mourn them, by being bringers of light, of positive thinking, the spreaders of joy. Ch. 1, pg. 18, Lavender Blue by Donna Kauffman

Undoubtedly, a thing forever blooming is the soul, no matter how barren the soil. And only through that frightening abyss of the unknown self does the mind root out the light upon which it nourishes.

I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that this was the secret of the universe.

The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines it until at last the walls give way and the rose bursts forth, spreading its petals into the light. I love him.

The original painters of angels mistook our aura of light for wings, so they depicted us with wings in their paintings, and we appear to you this way so that you will know

At last, the luminous match was struck and the day was lit.

MORNING LIGHT BROUGHT the sound of Livvie' s voice raised in yet another song I'd never heard. From down in the yard the deep velvety sound grew like the glow of a warm fire as she approached the house.   "Free at last! Free at last! Thank Gawd I free at last! Way down yonder in the graveyard walk, gone meet my Jesus and we gone talk, On my knees when the light pass by, thought my soul would rise and fly!

Wondering at the loneliness of the new dead, remembering Kitten and Kitten's need for light and life. She had no sorrow for Kitten dead; she had pity that scalded. She

The days were lengthening. A wet primrose light lay over Wells Road. The lamps were like jewels, pale but piercingly bright. The air... fresh and mild.

When there is darkness there is no point to be down. It is your chance to shine!

Humans are strongly discouraged fro comparing their lives with those of other animals. Yet everything I had experienced taught me that metaphor is the fundamental path of imagining, a first line of inquiry into the lives of other creatures that sheds light on our own.

COULMIER - He who lives in darkness cowers in the light, while he who lives in the sun radiates it. Step into the light for a while, Marquis. THE MARQUIS - Permit me to extend your metaphor. COULMIER - Be my guest. THE MARQUIS - He who sits in the sun is often blinded by it. Then, vulnerable and incognizant, he is devoured by the forces of darkness. Better to stare the fuckers in the face, yes?

Nothing travels faster than the speed of light, with the possible exception of bad news, which obeys its own set of laws.

Nothing travels faster than light, with the possible exception of bad news, which follows its own rules.

When you're moving at the speed of light through space, you stop moving through time. It stops completely. It turns out that your speed through space, combined with your speed through time, always adds up to the speed of light.

There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge." —Rod Serling, excerpted from The Twilight Zone, opening narration, season one

It turns out that while objects can move through space and time at different rates, they all move through space-time at exactly the same rate: the speed of light. Always.

Through space-time, yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. When you're not moving at all in space, you're moving at the speed of light, so to speak, through time—the fastest the universe allows you to do so. When you're moving at the speed of light through space, you stop moving through time.

The word dark is a misnomer, since it implies that lack of light is the problem, that if you could just shine a flashlight on dark matter you could see it. But this stuff can't be detected by our current science. Period.

It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off.

If you turn on the light fast enough, you can see the darkness

We can never change the story that made us what we are. It's a story accumulated by the manifold complexities-its capacity for astonishment and horror, for sanguinity and hopelessness, for pellucid light and the most profound darkness. We are what happened to us. And we carry everywhere all that has shaped us-all that we lacked, all that we wanted but never got; all that we got but never wanted; all that was found and lost.

My particular aesthetic of light and color and design wouldn't change as a result of working with computer graphics rather than with slit scan or miniatures.

The task of evangelism, now that Christ has risen, is not so much to run around at night, poking our flashlights into corners and cellars. Rather, the task of evangelism is more like pulling back the curtains.