Quotes About Light

He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners… ISAIAH 61:1 NIV

En febrero, cuando las mañanas estaban llenas de viento, de gorriones y de luz azul. Me acuerdo. Mi madre murió entonces. Que yo debía haber gritado: que mis manos tenían que haberse hecho pedazos estrujando su desesperación. Así hubieras tú querido que fuera. ¿Pero acaso no era alegre aquella mañana?

Al recorrerse las nubes, el sol sacaba luz a las piedras, irisaba todo de colores, se bebía el agua de la tierra, jugaba con el aire dándole brillo a las hojas con que jugaba el aire.

Leonard (Cohen) never broke my heart, but his songs have, every time I sing or hear one of them. As Leonard says, "There is a crack in everything; that's how the light gets in.

Illumination is the essence while darkness is the matrix.

I no longer knew how to distinguish between the sweet light of tenderness and the blackness of sensuality

The light is nostalgic about mornings past and optimistic about mornings to come.

Then I come out on the shoulder of the hill, and there is the whole sky, immense and full of light that has drowned the stars. Its edges are piled with hills. Over Stannard Mountain the air is hot gold, and as I watch, the sun surges up over the crest and stares me down.

LightIs the lion that comes down to drink.

That scrawny cry—It wasA chorister whose c preceded the choir.It was part of the colossal sun.

Light the first light of evening, as in a roomIn which we rest and, for small reason, thinkThe world imagined is the ultimate good.

Out of this same light, out of the central mind, We make a dwelling in the evening air, In which being there together is enough.

We say God and the imagination are one . . . How high that highest candle lights the dark.

If there must be a god in the house, must be, Saying things in the rooms and on the stair, Let him move as the sunlight moves on the floor, Or moonlight, silently, as Plato's ghost Or Aristotle's skeleton. Let him hang out His stars on the wall. He must dwell quietly.

And for what, except for you, do I feel love? Do I press the extremest book of the wisest man Close to me, hidden in me day and night? In the uncertain light of single, certain truth, Equal in living changingness to the light In which I meet you, in which we sit at rest, For a moment in the central of our being, The vivid transparence that you bring is peace.

The yellow glistens. It glistens with various yellows, Citrons, oranges and greens Flowering over the skin.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.

Pointing to another world will never stop vice among us; shedding light over this world can alone help us.

The art of art, the glory of expression and the sunshine of the light of letters, is simplicity.

A certain nonchalant ease pervades our modern world: we affect an indifference we scarcely feel; our talk is light almost to affectation, our best writing is the same -- we suggest rather than elaborate, hint rather than declaim.

The best history is but like the art of Rembrandt it casts a vivid light on certain selected causes, on those which were best and greatest it leaves all the rest in shadow and unseen.

There was still an hour or two of daylight - even though clouds admitted only a greyish light upon the world, and his Uncle Timothy's house was by nature friendly to gloom. ("Out Of The Deep")

Two large, soft traveling bags weighed down his shoulders by their straps. Holo adverts blossomed into life around him. He walked lightly, scanning the people waiting for the shuttle. Food smells came out of the fast eateries across from the gate. The air hummed with the noise of business.

Ich erblickte das Alphabet der Sterne. Ein Firmament voller funkelnder Zeichen, eine unlesbare, aber wundervolle Schrift aus Licht, so alt wie das Universum.