Quotes About Light

Ecco Dotty, tirata fuori dal mondo reale ed esposta alla luce, sospesa all'interno della splendida gelatina trasparente che Hugo ha passato la vita a imparare a realizzare. Si tratta di un numero di magia, non c'è altro modo per definirlo; si tratta, potremmo anche dire, di un generoso atto d'amore particolare, libero da ogni sentimentalismo. Di un dono felice e meraviglioso. (Materiali)

When the music stopped, it could have been forever since we'd begun. My grandfather took a step back, and the light grew yellow at his back. 'I'm going,' he said. 'Where?' I asked. 'Don't worry, sweetheart. You're so close.' He turned and walked away, disappearing rapidly into spots and dust. Infinity.

The helplessness of being alive, the dark bright pity of being human-- feeling as you went-- groping in corners and opening your arms to light-- all of it part of navigating the unknown.

At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken glass they could court light....still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.

But I know I would not go out. I had taken this time to fall in love instead — in love with the sort of helplessness I had not felt in death — the helplessness of being alive, the dark bright pity of being human — feeling as you went, groping in corners and opening your arms to light - all of it part of navigating the unknown.

When life descends into the pit I must become my own candle Willingly burning myself To light up the darkness Around me.

I'm afraid, my dear, we were radiant.

From love's plectrum arises the song of the string of life Love is the light of life love is the fire of life

Following Jesus might take us into dark, lonely places where we can't see any light at the end of the tunnel. Yet, scary as it may be, resurrection is not about God coming in the nick of time to save the day but about God coming after the corpse is dead and buried. Sometimes God reaches in only when the darkness has gotten pitch black and then shows his resurrection power to bring good in the midst of evil and pain.

You stand above them like the brightest star in the heavens.  You are the sweet golden light I didn't know I was missing."  He looked at her, his heart bursting.  "The honeyed warmth I ne'er knew existed, even in my earth life.  You may no' be the first woman I've drawn into my arms, but you are the only one I've given my heart.

Par là-dessus, un grand soleil féroce qui faisait

She always told us there were two types of women. Those who are lit from the outside and those who are lit from within. The first needs the shimmer of a diamond to maker her sparkle, but for the other, her beauty is illuminated through the sheer light of her soul.

Each morning the light came through the slats of the shutters in ripples, and as it washed towards the inhabitants of the Casa Luna it smoothed away memories of the past, It was for this that they had endured long hours in the grey English winter or freezing American climes, for this that they had worked and planned and worked extra hours/ The horrible feelings of stress, tension, anger and frustration that coursed through their veins every day almost unnoticed began to fade.

You play the violin like an angel. Play it; play something light and lively. Get this cursed bad business off your mind.

Everything sounds fairer in the daylight.

it is the fate of hope to end in disappointment, as it is the fate of light to end in darkness and life in death. They are still worth something while they last.

We've perfected our obsessions and traveled Too far into ourselves, like the mystic Made ashes by his own imploding light.

Ig had not been inside for years, but it was much as he remembered it. The foundry lay open to the sky, brick arches and pillars rising away into the slanting reddish light. Thirty years of overlapping graffiti covered the walls. The individual messages were mostly incoherent, but then perhaps the individual messages were of no importance. It seemed to Ig that all such messages were the same at heart: I Am; I Was; I Want To Be.

What frightened him was not the thought that he was a prisoner of Charlie Manx but that for a moment he had forgotten he was a prisoner. For a moment he had been admiring the light and feeling almost happy.

The foundry lay open to the sky, brick arches and pillars rising away into the slanting reddish light. Thirty years of overlapping graffiti covered the walls. The individual messages were mostly incoherent, but then perhaps the individual messages were of no importance. It seemed that all such messages were the same at heart: I Am; I Was; I Want to Be.

She ran into the early-October afternoon. The light came at a low slant through the oaks across the street, gold and green, and how she loved that light. There was no light in the world like you saw in New England in early fall.

They glowed in the darkness, all of them: pale shining wisps with rings of light where their eyes belonged, as if they were the dead—ghosts risen from their graves—not Gilbert Cline. Harper felt their grief as a slow current of cold water, and herself as a leaf revolving upon it. As

A Escama do Dragão é igual a qualquer outra coisa que produz fogo, enfermeira Grayson. Pode-se usá-la para incendiar um lugar… ou para iluminar o caminho rumo a algo melhor.

Quando nós brilhamos eles todos voltam, sabe? A luz que produzimos juntos revela tudo que já foi perdido para a escuridão.