Quotes About Light

It's an art to live with pain... mix the light into gray.

One person can destroy my world But not my light.

The moon, a sliver of white light, rose a hand above the horizon, then, tired, fell back. The purple blackness overhead faded into grey, the grey into pale blue; this was followed quickly by pastel reds and oranges, and finally, yellow rays streamed through the trees as the sun climbed.

Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her,And tempted her out of her gloom.

Che cosa vedi adesso? [...] Luce, solo luce, che trasforma tutto il mondo in giocattolo. Molto bene, faremo gli occhiali così.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

In the ocean, [bioluminescence] is the rule rather than the exception.

They died in splendour, these who claimed no spark Of glory save the light in a friend's eye.

The Vestal, with her silvery content, ?The Lesbian, with the passion and the pain,— Which creature hath their one Creator lent ?More light of heaven? Who would dare restrain The beams of either? who the radiance mar Of the white planet or the burning star?

Let it be admitted at once, mournful as the admission is, that every instinct in his intelligence went out at first to greet the new light. It had hardly done so, when a recollection of the opening chapter of 'Genesis' checked it at the outset.

All people imitate their creations. Today's fashions imitate our principal creations, which are electronic. Women imitate light bulbs or TV sets; their clothes glow, their hair is luminous. They radiate. They can be turned on and off.

The youthfull knight could not for ought be staide, But forth vnto the darksome hole he went, And looked in:his glistring armor made A litle glooming light, much like a shade

Her angel's faceAs the great eye of heaven shined bright,And made a sunshine in the shady place.

I hate the day, because it lendeth lightTo see all things, and not my love to see.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.

The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that time hath made.

The soul's dark cottage, batter'd and decay'd,Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made;Stronger by weakness, wiser, men becomeAs they draw near to their eternal home.Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view,That stand upon the threshold of the new.

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.

I shall think of you Whenever I am most happy, whenever I am Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing. You are a burning lamp to me, a flame The wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you High in my hand against whatever darkness.

I turn away reluctant from your light, And stand irresolute, a mind undone, A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight From having looked too long upon the sun. Then is my daily life a narrow room In which a little while, uncertainly, Surrounded by impenetrable gloom, Among familiar things grown strange to me Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark, Till I become accustomed to the dark.

Some things are Dark Some things are dark --- or think they are. But, in comparison to me, All things are light enough to see In any place, at any hour. For I am Nightmare: where I fly, Terror and rain stand in the sky So thick, you could not tell them from That blackness out of which you come. So much for ``where I fly'': but when I strike, and clutch in claw the brain--- Erebus, to such brain, will seem The thin blue dusk of pleasant dream.

My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends— It gives a lovely light!

Si sus actos fueran irreprochables, los francmasones no evitarían con tanto cuidado la luz...