Quotes About Light

The miracle of order has run out and I am left in an unmiraculous city where anything may happen. I don't need more intimations of disorder. It has to be more than that! Search the smoke for the fire's base. Read from the coals neither success nor despair. This edge of boredom is as bright. I pass it, into the dark rim. There is the deceiving warmth that asks nothing. There are objects lost in double-light.

Where was the star? Take concepts like "distant," "isolate," "faint," and give them precise mathematical expression. They'll vanish under such articulation. But just before they do, that's where it lay. "My star." Lorq swept vanes aside so they could see. "That's my sun. That's my nova, with eight-hundred-year-old-light.

Waiting here, away from the terrifying weaponry, out of the halls of vapor and light, beyond holland and into the hills, I have come to [to wound the autumnal city].

You know what is it a hologram? They're projected from interference patterns off a very small, very low-powered laser. It's not complicated. But it looks impressive. They call them light-shields.

I am in as sweet communion with Christ as a poor sinner can be; and am only pained that He hath much beauty and fairness, and I little love; He great power and mercy, and I little faith; He much light, and I bleared eyes.

What is warranted by the direction of nature's light is warranted by the law of nature, and consequently by a divine law; for who can deny the law of nature to be a divine law?

When the sun riseth first, the beams over-gild the tops of green mountains that look toward the east, and the world cannot hinder the sun to rise: some are so near heaven, that the everlasting Sun hath begun to make an everlasting day of glory on them; the rays that come from his face that sits on the throne, so over-goldeth the soul, that there is no possibility of clouding peace, or of hindering daylight in the souls of such.

God chargeth me to believe His daylight at midnight.

I verily judge, we know not how much may be had in this life: there is yet something beyond all we see, that seeking would light upon.

There is a religion in all deep love, but the love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

The religion of the Jews is, indeed, a light; but it is as the light of the glow-worm, which gives no heat, and illumines nothing but itself

It were a vain endeavor,Though I should gaze foreverOn that green light that lingers in the west:I may not hope from outward forms to winThe passion and the life, whose fountains are within.

Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud—We in ourselves rejoice!And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,All melodies the echoes of that voice,All colors a suffusion from that light.

O the one life within us and abroad,Which meets all motion and becomes its soul,A light in sound, a sound-like power in light,Rhythm in all thought, and joyance everywhere—Methinks, it should have been impossibleNot to love all things in a world so filled.

A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloudEnveloping the earth.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

As on the driving cloud the shiny Bow, That gracious thing made up of tears and light...

You're never really alive until you skip a heartbeat, and you don't really skip a heartbeat until you see someone with a smile that lights up the whole room.

You're never really alive until you skip a heart-beat, and you don't really skip a heart-beat until you see someone whose smile lights up the whole room.

Honor your challenges, for those spaces that you label as dark are actually there to bring you more light, to strengthen you, to firm your resolve, and to bring out the best in you.

He laughed and came forward impulsively to kiss her—his affection a potent thing, a flourish of light. She was smiling, her tears feeling fresh on her face. He smelled of sweat and roses. She felt it in the palms of her hands, in her loins. It was right. It was Southampton she had wanted all along.

She was a candle in the night, a bright seed of heaven.

There's no outside component that you need to be concerned with. You control the light and joy that comes into your life.

She dusted off her wings, and punctuated the darkness with the glory of a hopeful soul. By Sandy Sinn