Quotes About Light

Joe Inglett He had a moth in his ear during a game. They had to shine a light in his ear and pick it out with a tweezer.

Believe more deeply. Hold your face up to the light,even though for the moment you do not see.

Believe more deeply. Hold your face up to the Light, although for the moment you do not see.

I used to be afraid of the dark. But sometimes, it's the best place to be. Sometimes you can see things in the dark that you can't see in the light.

If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.

There was a time in my life when I would literally go see every single film that came out in the theaters. No matter what. I just became obsessed with movies, and wound up getting drawn to the pulsating grain of film and the flickering of the light.

The melded nature of space and time is intimately woven with properties of light speed. The inviolable nature of the speed of light is actually, in Einstein's hands, talking about the inviolable nature of cause and effect.

The holy angels live and qualify in the light, in the good quality wherein the Holy Ghost reigneth. The devils live and reign in the fierce wrathful quality, in the quality of fierceness and wrath, destruction or perdition.

The Sheldonian Theatre in Oxford is an astonishing building, designed by Christopher Wren. Its painted ceiling has just been restored so that the darkish miasma that was Robert Streeter's original allegory of truth and light striking the university is now bright with playful cherubs and lustrous clouds.

When I came to New York and I opened the window of the thirty-fifth-floor apartment, there's light pollution and fog, and I couldn't see my star. So I drew it on my wrist with a pen, but it kept washing away. Then I went to a tattoo parlor on Second Avenue and had it done.

Some people write heavily, some write lightly. I prefer the light approach because I believe there is a great deal of false reverence about. There is too much solemnity and intensity in dealing with sacred matters; too much speaking in holy tones.

Every well-written book is a light for me. When you write, you use other writers and their books as guides in the wilderness.

Accursed who brings to light of day the writings I have cast away.

Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.

I do not deny that you overwhelm me with your beauty. You are the moon in the season of shadow light; you are the fruit of the candlewood tree; you are the phoenix in circles of flight --.

The eye is always drawn to light, but shadows have more to say.

The sun is the biggest metaphor. The sun is the first candle. She can get there by its light.

Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through. To read, even in the half-dark, is also to call the lost forward.

Nothing that is spiritual can fail to shine. Of course we can't see it directly, because the shadow it casts is just another kind of light. You have to look sideways to see it, but once you see it, you can never un-see it. It is the light you see in the faces of children.

Noon is a disguise of whiteness put on by the eternal Night behind it.

The Ozmists around him went iridescent emerald, like light striking a thousand whirring beetles in flight, gold and emerald, emerald and gold, the colors of Lurlinemas, the colors of pine polen in champagne sunlight.

So Elena goes out. Can you see her? Over there, on the path by the fence made of wire and disoriented wooden rails. Now in the shadows of the juniper, now coming into the light. There.

She wasn't Zeus, to cause Phaëthon to stop driving the chariot of bright Helios: she couldn't halt the daily chariot of crushing light and rushing time.

With all those stars in the sky, why isn't there enough light for us to see by? We stumble like blinded sheep." "As you can see, it is clouding over. The stars can't pierce that gloom; they just wait it out. That isn't the stars' fault. It is their custom to stay heavenly." "They should come down closer to the earth." "Well, ask them politely.