Quotes About Light

It is only in embracing my darkness that we can appreciate our life in the light.

When we choose to live a heart-centered life, we've chosen to live in the Light.

There is always that choice, the light or the dark

You don't find light by avoiding the darkness.

from CHAOS?Trust the imagination - lines and shapes revealed - space and light instead of blackness. Silence being tentative, tender life of universe.

Experiments show that infants just entering the third trimester will move or alter their heart rate, or both, in response to a strong light beamed at the womb.

Height to height and light to light, like butterflies and minor gods or aerial photographers we make this plot, pretend to view a former fate where Hardy's rustics still forgive what seems to them but nature's lot.

Confusion heard his voice, and wild uproar Stood ruled, stood vast infinitude confined; Till at his second bidding darkness fled, Light shone, and order from disorder sprung.

The wakeful nightingale,She all night long her amorous descant sung;Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the firmamentWith living sapphires: Hesperus, that ledThe starry host, rode brightest, till the moon,Rising in clouded majesty, at lengthApparent queen unveil'd her peerless light,And o'er the dark her silver mantle threw.

Doth God exact day-labor, light denied?

And storied windows richly dight,Casting a dim religious light.There let the pealing organ blow,To the full-voiced choir below,In service high, and anthems clearAs may, with sweetness, through mine earDissolve me into ecstasies,And bring all Heaven before mine eyes.

The seat of desolation, void of light.

Where glowing embers through the roomTeach light to counterfeit a gloom,Far from all resort of mirth,Save the cricket on the hearth.

Hear all ye Angels, progeny of light,Thrones, Dominations, Princedoms, Virtues, Powers.

Hail, holy light! offspring of heav'n firstborn.

No light, but rather darkness visible.

His sleepWas airy light from pure digestion bred.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

Was I deceiv'd or did a sable cloudTurn forth her silver lining on the night?

Virtue could see to do what Virtue wouldBy her own radiant light, though sun and moonWere in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's selfOft seeks to sweet retired solitude,Where, with her best nurse Contemplation,She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

Morn,Wak'd by the circling hours, with rosy handUnbarr'd the gates of light.

This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.

The sun shines not on us but in us.