Quotes About Light

I've realised darkness and light are inter-dependent, just as death is an enhancer of life.

My grandfather always sang about the light, and for some reason, I don't know why, it even goes back to when I was seven, eight years old, I've always been attracted to the dark.

As a science fiction and fantasy writer, I used to love writing bleak, grimdark futures full of bleak, grimdark people. But I've found that as the world around me darkens, all I really want to do is grasp for more light.

There's a lot of division in politics, and that is why I am grateful to be a part of a show like 'Veep.' It makes light of the daunting aspects of the political world.

When grave allegations of corruption and criminal charges were leveled against me, BJP leaders chose to take it lightly.

I have grown up in the bright light of America.

Your baby only needs a lot of light at night if he's reading or he's entertaining guests.

I can't let darkness be what guides my decisions. I can't let that be what guides how I treat people. I can't let that be what drives my art, either.

Demagogues thrive in dim light.

When the cat finished, she looked up at the red-washed sky above and the glittering stars beyond the Wall and a single tear ran down her cheek, leaving a trail of silver, caught by the last moments of evening light.

A light that filled the pit not with the scent of burning sesame oil but with the rich, wet smell of a great river that could only be the Nile.

A shadow creeps along the wall More shadows sweep across the hall Many shadows leap and dance and fall But shadows need both dark and light No shadows crawl in blackest night

Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace. Where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is sadness, joy; where there is darkness, light.

Allowing God's love to shine from us means that we learn to look at and love on the hearts of others! — Kirsten B. Kline —

Instead of cursing the darkness, light a candle in your own heart. Say to God, "If you will give me a vision of what a godly spouse would look like, then I'm willing to make changes." Then read the Bible and look for those passages that tell you what a Christian husband or wife should be. Let this be your dream, and meditate on it throughout the day. Ask God to help you live up to his model.

I will lead blind Israel down a new path, guiding them along an unfamiliar way. I will brighten the darkness before them. —Isaiah 42:16

God loves to shine His light in our souls when we call out to Him. — Scoti Springfield Domeij

We now have this light shining in our hearts, but we ourselves are like fragile clay jars containing this great treasure. This makes it clear that our great power is from God, not from ourselves. —2 Corinthians 4:7

The light made the snowballs look yellow. Or at least I hoped that was the cause.

Le porte d'entrata sono tutte orientate verso est. Al centro di ogni casa c'è il focolare, ogni mattina la luce del sole entra attraverso la porta che guarda a oriente e illumina il focolare, allora dicono che la dea del sole visita sua sorella, la dea del fuoco del focolare.

De um modo geral, os 'fatos' não explicam os 'valores'. Bas obras de imaginação poética, os valores têm tal signo de novidade que tudo o que deriva do passado é inerte com relação a eles. Toda memória precisa ser reimaginada. Temos na memória microfilmes que só podem ser lidos quando recebem a luz viva da imaginação.

Pierre-Jean Jouve writes: poetry is a soul inaugurating form. The soul inaugurates. Here it is the supreme power. It is human dignity. Even if the form was already well-known, previously discovered, carved from commonplaces, before the interior poetic light was turned upon it, it was a mere object for the mind. But the soul comes and inaugurates the form, dwells in it, takes pleasure in it.

Here is light. You will say that it is not a living entity, but you miss the point that it is more, not less. Without occupying space, it fills the universe. It nourishes everything, yet itself feeds upon destruction. We claim to control it, but does it not perhaps cultivate us as a source of food? May it not be that all wood grows so that it can be set ablaze, and that men and women are born to kindle fires?

The hope in her voice now made me think of a flower growing in shadow.