Quotes About Light

but had forgotten all their names. A light burnt over the door. He went up the path, sea-pebbles crunching

I felt urgently in need of some spiritual comfort, and began, at about this time, to send out messages to God. I imagined these feeble communications as minute blips of light, little wriggling glow worms which, unless God had a telescope pointed directly at them, he would be unlikely to notice.

The only basis for real fellowship with God and man is to live out in the open with both. But if we walk in the light, as He is in the light, we have fellowship one with another. To

What is this, said the leopard,that is so 'sclusively dark, and yet so full of little pieces of light?

Ere the moon has climbed the mountain, ere the rocks are ribbed with light

I dance on the hide of Shere Khan, but my heart is very heavy. My mouth is cut and wounded with the stones from the village, but my heart is very light, because I have come back to the jungle. Why?

Our time is short. I shouldn't have believed that this morning; but now things are different. Binkie, where was Moses when the light went out?' Binkie smiled from ear to ear, as a well-bred terrier should, but made no suggestion.

Kagome...the light...the light will kill Naraku.- Kanna

He can't quite picture God except as a huge ball of light with an old man's deep voice like in the pickup truck ads on TV coming out of the ball of light dictating the way everything in Eden is supposed to work.

We pass between sea and sky with unaccountable, humiliating ease, as if there were no firmament between the firmaments, no above or below, here or there, now or then, with only the feeble conventions of language, our contrived principles, and our love of one another's light to keep our own light from going out; abandon any one of them, and we dissolve in darkness like salt in water.

Am I doomed? Flashing darkness is pretty much the same as flashing light really. Fear isn't at all the same as courage but after a certain point perhaps being afraid of everything is the same as being afraid of nothing.

Everything seemed to grow blacker as I sat there, except for the fireflies whose tiny pulsing lights drew arcs through the dark summer air. On off . . . on off . . . on off . . . on off. The longer I stared, the dizzier I got, until I felt as if the world was tipping and pitching me forward down the mountainside into the long throat of the night.

Hermione was back, holding out a gossamer dress of rainbow chiffon so airy I thought of fireflies on a moonlight night.

More than anything, one is struck by the light. Light everywhere. Brightness everywhere. Everywhere, the sun. Just yesterday, an autumnal London was drenched in rain. The airplane drenched in rain. A cold wind, darkness. But here, from the morning's earliest moments, the airport is ablaze with sunlight, all of us in sunlight.

I am poor—you are my riches; dark—you are my light; I own nothing, need nothing. And how could I own anything? After all, it is a contradiction that he can own something who does not own himself. I am happy as a child who is neither able to own anything nor allowed to. I own nothing, for I belong only to you; I am not, I have ceased to be, in order to be yours." —Johannes the Seducer, from_Either/Or_

Bulutlar?n h?zl? uçuÅŸlar?, ???k ve karanl???n birbirini kovalamas? beni öylesine sarhoÅŸ eder ki uyan?k olduÄŸum halde düÅŸ görürüm

I am poor—you are my riches; dark—you are my light; I own nothing, need nothing. And how could I own anything? After all, it is a contradiction that he can own something who does not own himself. I am happy as a child who is neither able to own anything nor allowed to. I own nothing, for I belong only to you; I am not, I have ceased to be, in order to be yours." —Johannes De Silentio, from_Either/Or_

Love is the unfathomable ground that is hidden in darkness, but the resolution is the triumphant victor who, like Orpheus, fetches the infatuation of falling in love to the light of day, for the resolution is the true form of love, the true explanation and transfiguration.

Y la esperanza va ensanchando por momentos su ciclo sobre mí, y una imagen, su imagen, pasa vagamente por el éter, como la luna, a veces cegándome de luz ya veces cegándome de sombras.

He was, as every truly great poet has ever been, a good man; but finding it impossible to realize his own aspirations, either in religion or politics, or society, he gave up his heart to the living spirit and light within him, and avenged himself on the world by enriching it with this record of his own transcendental ideal.

But it's not as simple as that, he told himself, because the dance of the Shadow Warrior showed him that silence had its own grace and beauty (just as speech could be graceless and ugly); and that Action could be as noble as Words; and that creatures of darkness could be as lovely as the children of the light. If Guppees and Chupwalas didn't hate each other so, he thought, they might actually find each other pretty interesting. Opposites attract, as they say.

Siz olsan?z, s?n?rlar?n karanl?k taraf?na sürgün edildiÄŸinizde karanl??? ayd?nl??a çevirmeye çal??maz m?yd?n?z?

Crisis shines a very bright light on human behavior, leaves no shadows in which we can hide, and reveals, simultaneously, the worst of which we are capable and our better natures

Hayat?m?n doÄŸal ak???ndan sürgün edilince bildiÄŸim her ÅŸeyin z?tt?n? sahiplenmekten baÅŸka ne ÅŸans?m vard?? Kar??-natüralizmi kastediyorum, o tersi düz, say?klamal?, abuk sabuk günlerin tek gerçek izmi. Siz olsan?z, s?n?rlar?n karanl?k taraf?na sürgün edildiÄŸinizde karanl??? ayd?nl??a çevirmeye çal??maz m?yd?n?z?