Quotes About Light

For he contrasts   shadows with revelation, and absence with manifestation.

Men will not turn to Christ for light until they know this world as darkness and themselves so profoundly blind. Let

Hence there is   nothing that Satan so much endeavors to accomplish as to bring on mists   with the view of obscuring Christ, because he knows, that by this means   the way is opened up for every kind of falsehood.

These stories seem at times to be stories of a long-lost world when the city of New York was still filled with a river light, when you heard the Benny Goodman quartets from a radio in the corner stationery store, and when almost everybody wore a hat.

She was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light...

She was night without the promise of dawn, darkness without light.

The mind is a theater. It cannot be allowed to go dark. It must be maintained.

through life in his vibrant plumage, advertising his presence, hiding nothing, but when he closed his front door behind him the artificial light in his eyes was suffocated, and the face of the Gray Man was pendent like a dead moon in the blackness of his pupils.

Although he was a northern creature, more comfortable with dark and cold than light and heat, he had long since passed the annual point of weariness with the elements, and yearned to see expanses of earth and grass unsullied by patches of grim ice.

And I told him that I believed in God because I had seen His opposite. I had seen all that He was not, and been touched by it, and so I could no more deny the possibility of an ultimate goodness to set against such depravity than I could deny that daylight followed darkness, and night the day.

There is nothing ugly; I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may,—light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.

I never saw an ugly thing in my life: for let the form of an object be what it may, -- light, shade, and perspective will always make it beautiful.

Jesus stepped into our blindness. He moved fully into our darkened state of mind and turned the lights back on. Not turning His Father toward us, but turning us back to His eager loving face that had always been set like flint to redeem us. "All this is from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ …" (2 Cor. 5:18).

Just as a lamp waved in darkness creates a figure of light in the air, which remains for as long as the lamp repeats its motion exactly, so the universe retains its shape by repetition: the universe is Time's body.

Better to light one candle than to curse the darkness.

A little later, remembering man's earthly origin, 'dust thou art and to dust thou shalt return,' they liked to fancy themselves bubbles of earth. When alone in the fields, with no one to see them, they would hop, skip and jump, touching the ground as lightly as possible and crying 'We are bubbles of earth! Bubbles of earth! Bubbles of earth!' —Flora Thompson, Lark Rise

Whatever the ultimate Theory of Everything is found to be, it will have a limiting form which describes motion at speeds far less than that of light in weak gravity fields where quantum wavelike features of mass are negligible. This form will be the one that Newton found.

Both men looked cadaverous and sinister as the single dim light hanging from the ceiling cast dark shadows across their features.

Finally, consciousness itself may end or vanish in a humanity that has become completely etherealized, losing the close-knit organism, becoming masses of atoms in space communicating by radiation, and ultimately perhaps resolving itself entirely into light. That may be an end or a beginning, but from here it is out of sight.

does a search for Paul bring Theoklia, women, and equality back steadily and inevitably into the light

'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?O wilt thou therefore rise from me?Why should we rise, because 'tis light?Did we lie down, because 'twas night?Love which in spite of darkness brought us hitherShould in despite of light keep us together.

Love is a growing, or full constant light, And his first minute, after noon, is night.

TIS the year's midnight, and it is the day's, Lucy's, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ; The sun is spent, and now his flasks Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ; The world's whole sap is sunk ; The general balm th' hydroptic earth hath drunk, Whither, as to the bed's-feet, life is shrunk, Dead and interr'd ; yet all these seem to laugh, Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

And, O my God, who madest thyself a light in a bush, in the midst of these brambles and thorns of a sharp sickness, appear unto me so that I may see thee, and know thee to be my God, applying thyself to me, even in these sharp and thorny passages.