Quotes About Light

I received the grace of shadows. The grace of remaining in the dark. - From A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook

I have hands full of this radiance. It flows through my fingers. It doesn't diminish.

The immense light. A state of inner emergency and waiting...This luminosity does not negate reason or any rational sense. It simply exists. A kind of poetic sensibility open to the world. To everything--grand and small.

The stars shine only in darkness

Memories, light the corners of my mind, Misty water-coloured memories, of the way we were . . .' Indeed, Rosie thought

It is often while travelling through the dark that you find the ones who shine brightest in your life. For they are the ones who remind you of your own beautiful light and show up, without a second thought, in your pain, as well as your glory.

The war ended the way a passage through a tunnel ends," wrote the Czech memoirist Heda Kovály. "From far away you could see the light ahead, a gleam that kept growing, and its brilliance seemed ever more dazzling to you huddled there in the dark the longer it took to reach it. But when at last the train burst out in the glorious sunshine, all you saw was a wasteland full of weeds and stones, and a heap of garbage."8

Only the bellying treetops surrounding the campground are darker than the sky. I let the light go without protest; I am so filled with it right now. It makes me feel transparent, like bright glass, like a window open wide.

But other beings shouldn't be forgotten. You knew that when you were a student, felt that need from those no one else wanted to think about. Even demons need a home. Even a dark landscape should feel the warmth of the Light. Why have you forgotten that?

O dia e a noite (...) As sombras e a luz. A vida e a morte. Tudo isso faz parte do desenrolar dos dias, Morag. Tudo isso faz parte do mundo. Uma vida pode impedir outra de existir. As ervas daninhas podem espalhar-se e não deixar espaço para as outras plantas crescerem. É importante ir-se ceifando aqui e ali.

Six flashlights turned on, beacons that said, We're here, come eat us!

We are drawn to the Light... others are drawn to the darkness that lives within the human heart... there will always be such hearts. There will always be that choice. If that wasn't true, then a heart that walks in the Light has made no choice at all.

Mother Night and May The Darkness Be Merciful!

Speaking a story can be an act of letting in light.

So about an hour later we are in the taxi shooting along empty country roads towards town. The April light is clear as an alarm. As we pass them it gives a sudden sense of every object existing in space on its own shadow. I wish I could carry this clarity with me into the hospital where distinctions tend to flatten and coalesce. I wish I had been nicer to him before he got crazy. These are my two wishes.

My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night. I open mine as wide as possible. I like to see everything, I say. What's there to see? Moon. Air. Sunrise. All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up. I like to wake up.

But whenever I take to my restless dreamless dewdrenched bed I cannot close my eyes – fear stands over me instead of sleep. And whenever I think to sing or hum a tune to stay awake then my tears fall. This house is in trouble. The good days are gone. How I pray for a change! A happy change! A light in darkness.

MEGARA Wait for worse? You love the light so much? AMPHITRYON I do, I love its hopes.

It is very cold walking into the long scraped April wind. At this time of the year there is no sunset just some movements inside the light and then as sinking away.

A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it

How does distance look?' is a simple direct question. It extends from a spaceless within to the edge of what can be loved. It depends on light.

I like to think that, the more I stand out of the way, the more Sappho shows through. This is an amiable fantasy (transparency of self) within which most translators labor. If light appears, 'not ruining the eyes (as Sappho says) but strengthening, nourishing and watering,' - Aelius Aristides Orations we undo a bit of cloth.

There was something out of kilter with his mother's happiness, as though a light had been switched on by a passing stranger, and left to illuminate an empty room.

Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.