Quotes About Light

Anthony moved about, magician-like, turning the mushroom lamp into an orange glory

Her hair, full of a heavenly glamour, was gay against the winter color of the room.

The table seemed to have risen a little toward the sky like a mechanical dancing platform, giving the people around it a sense of being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only food, warmed by its only lights.

Do you mind if I pull down the curtain? -Please do. It's too light in here.

As an open fire in a dark room throws romance and pathos into the quiet faces at its edge, so she cast her lights and shadows around the rooms that held her

The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance—that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it—then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion. CHAPTER

Detesto a la gente descuidada. Por eso me gustas tú. Sus ojos grises entrecerrados debido a la luz miraban hacia el frente, pero de manera deliberada ella había cambiado nuestras relaciones, y por un momento pensé que la amaba.

Debio contemplar un cielo desconocido entre amedrentadoras horas, y debio estremecerse al darse cuenta de lo grotesca que es un rosa,Y de cuan cruda era la luz del sol sobre la hierba recien nacida

As she crossed the threshold her face caught the room's last light and brought it outside with her.

being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only good, warmed by its only lights.

He lit Daisy's cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far across the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.

And her dumplings were so light they would float in the air and you'd have to catch 'em to eat 'em.

They gave Saint Patrick his own day and what did he do but run out a bunch of snakes. Why, Thomas Edison lit up the world. If it hadn't been for him we'd all still be sitting here in the dark, with nothing but a candle

And when you wonder where I am, just look up at the sun and that's where I'll be.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide Ã¢â'¬Â¦ And the choice goes by forever 'twixt that darkness and light —JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL

As a tribute, they had this inscribed in bronze and placed on her tombstone: She has climbed to the peaks above storm and cloud She has found the light of son and of God, I cannot say, I will not say That she is dead. She is merely flown away. —James Whitcomb Riley

Thank you for this morning light That saved us from the darkened night. Blessings for our health and friends, For peace and love we ask, Amen.

O night in which the stars feign light, O night that alone is the size of the Universe, make me, body and soul, part of your body, so that—being mere darkness—I'll lose myself and become night as well, without any dreams as stars within me, nor a hoped-for sun shining with the future.

La música, la luz de la luna y los sueños son mis armas mágicas.

Every spoken word double-crosses us. The only tolerable form of communication is the written word, since it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.

O homem não difere do animal senão em saber que o não é. É a primeira luz, que não é mais que treva visível. É o começo, porque ver a treva é ter a luz dela. É o fim, porque é o saber, pela vista, que se nasceu cego. Assim o animal se torna homem pela ignorância que nele nasce

Dios me creó para que yo lo imitara de noche. Él es el Sol, yo soy la Luna. Mi luz flota sobre todo lo que es fútil o ha terminado, fuego fatuo, márgenes de río, pantanos y sombras.

And leaning on the windowsill to enjoy the day, gazing at the variegated mass of the whole city, just one thought fills my soul: that I profoundly wish to die, to cease, to see no more light shining on this city or any city, to think no more, to feel no more, to leave behind the march of time and the sun like a piece of wrapping paper, to remove like a heavy suit – next to the big bed – the involuntary effort of being.

Mas abre os olhos e vê o sol, E já não pode pensar em nada, Porque a luz do sol vale mais que os pensamentos De todos os filósofos e de todos os poetas. A luz do sol não sabe o que faz E por isso não erra e é comum e boa.   Metafísica?