Quotes About Light

All the beautiful plants that once had an entire sun porch for themselves in the home she had exchanged thirty years of her life to pay for would now have to fight for light on a crowded windowsill.

For even in the misty light, the goldfish man could see her smiling a secret smile up to the sky to where the mountain meets the moon.

The moon bathed his naked figure in light as his fingers reached to touch the stars, his hair streaming.

But I'm a bad priest, you see. I know--from experience--how much beauty Satan carried down with him when he fell. Nobody ever said the fallen angels were the ugly ones. Oh, no, they were just as quick and light and . . .

Life would go out in a 'fraction of a second' (that was the phrase), but all night he had been realizing that time depends on clocks and the passage of light. There were no clocks and the light wouldn't change. Nobody really knew how long a second of pain could be. It might last a whole purgatory--or for ever.

experience had taught him how far their minds reflected each other. But he was the elder, by a matter of minutes, and that brief extra interval of light, while his brother still struggled in pain and darkness, had given him self-reliance and an instinct of protection towards the other who was afraid of so many things.

Where?' Milly asked, looking politely up from the Horse-woman's Year Book. It was the evening hour when work was over and the last gold light lay flat across the roofs and touched the honey-coloured hair and the whisky in his glass.

Shadows fell like earth from a tilted spade.

To work upon the world of created things and to magnify darkness or light, as we choose, to glorify good or evil, as we choose, to exalt love or hate, as we choose … The power is the gift but the choice is always ours.

Whenever he was reminded that life was a losing battle to entropy, what with light-bulbs flickering and horseshoes and nails shuffling out of neat order the moment he turned his back, he was also reminded that humor and a cheerful disposition were the only known antidotes.

Oliver reached out to lift the skull with careful fingers. It was light, lighter than the repository of a man's intellect, personality, and memories ought to be, thought Oliver.

Each man is a spark in the darkness. Would that we all burn as bright.

I will rise from the darkness, shining like the morning star. Illuminated woman am I.

The first light had cast the first shadow.

Stars I understand. They shed light and give life. It is the emptiness between that haunts me.

In darkness I follow the light and find my way to the beginning again, and again, and again.

For the light to exist, there must be the dark. For the Force, there must be balance.

God is light and in him there is no darkness" (1 John 1:5). Indeed, God's "eyes are too pure to behold evil" (Hab. 1:13). How are these verses consistent with the view that everything— including all the evil that people have experienced throughout history—is part of God's sovereign will? Some

The following chart summarizes the findings. Problem Solution: Stage 1 Solution: Stage 2 Formless void Forming place (days 1-3) Filling void (days 4-6) Darkness Day 1: light/separate darkness Day 4: lights The deep Day 2: heavens/separate waters Day 5: birds/fish Formless earth Day 3: earth/vegetation Day 6: animals/humans Genesis

Visible light was a mere one octave on a keyboard fifteen meters wide—humanity's slice of reality.

The moon, our lonely sister, filters pain and harm from sunlight, and reflects it back to us safely, free of burn and blemish. We danced in moonlight on the balcony that night, Oleg and I, and we sang and shouted and laughed, hardening ourselves to what we'd done in life, and what we'd lost. And the moon graced two fallen fools, on a fallen day, with sunlight purified by a mirror in the sky, made of stone.

And when all the other lights of life are gone, the last light lost is the light of love.

When the light on that long night became the dawn...

and it was as if my watching eyes had made her shadow come to life, as if my heart alone had painted her from darkness with the light and colours of love.