Quotes About Light

Non andartene docile in quella buona notte, Benché i saggi conoscano alla fine che la tenebra è giusta infuria, infuria, contro il morire della luce.

Dark is a way and light is a place, / Heaven that never was / Nor will be ever is always true.

Let him find no rest but be fathered and found, I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed, In the muted house, one minute before Noon, and night, and light. The rivers of the dead Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw Through his faded eyes to the roots of the sea. Go calm to your crucifixed hill, I told The air that drew away from him.

And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

It's just a house. Lots of houses seem scary at night, but in the morning, they are friendly again.

Il vento le scompigliava i capelli, il sole li glorificava.

to descend from bright heaven to earth, whereon there are shadows because there are hills…

Yours is the light by which my spirit's born: - you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.

Lovers alone wear sunlight.

I waited for her to catch up, and when I did, she slowed down, and I missed seeing the light in her hair. I never told Nadia how much I liked seeing the halo the sunlight made of her hair. Sometimes silence is a habit that hurts.

Brighter than magnesium wire - the light within

there are shadows because there are hills.

There is only a certain amount of kindness in the world…just as there is a certain amount of light. We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things…Choose a place where you won't do very much harm and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

It is the vice of a vulgar mind to be thrilled by bigness, to think that a thousand square miles are a thousand times more wonderful than one square mile . . . That is not imagination. No, it kills it. . . . Your universities? Oh, yes, you have learned men who collect . . . facts, and facts, and empires of facts. But which of them will rekindle the light within?

But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light, and – which he held more precious – it gave her shadow. Soon he detected in her a wonderful reticence. She was like a woman of Leonardo da Vinci's, whom we love not so much for herself as for the things that she will not tell us. The things are assuredly not of this life; no woman of Leonardo's could have anything so vulgar as a "story." She did develop most wonderfully day by day.

She disliked confidences, for they might lead to self-knowledge and to that king of terrors—Light.

But Italy worked some marvel in her. It gave her light...

As is Man to the Universe, so was the mind of Mr. Wilcox to the minds of some men — a concentrated light upon a tiny spot, a little Ten Minutes moving self-contained through its appointed years. No Pagan he, who lives for the Now, and may be wiser than all philosophers. He lived for the five minutes that have past, and the five to come; he had the business mind.

Plenty of Indians travel light too--saddhus and such. It's one of the things I admire about your country. Any man can travel light until he has a wife or children. That's part of my case against marriage. I'm a holy man minus the holiness.

There is a certain amount of kindness, just as there is a certain amount of light," he continued in measured tones. "We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm — yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

beacon in the roaring tides of darkness.

Nowhere among the early Christians do we find the cold light of intellectual understanding that constantly analyzes and differentiates. Instead, there was the Spirit that burned within their hearts and made their souls alive. (Col. 2:8–10)

I don't know what the life force is and don't have any use for religion. I do know that in the war business, the light you have grows a little weaker each time you deal in death.