Quotes About Light

And Kevin looked up straight toward the light, and smiled as if he knew I was there.

Color is the melody of light.

Ella no se levantó para besarlo, recibió sin comprender la sonrisa que le vino desde la puerta; lo supuso alejándose lento, cegado por la luz del mediodía. Después ocupó en la cama el lugar donde había estado el hombre todo el tiempo, durante todo el breve pasado que era posible reducir a una escena.

Pensó que los recuerdos eran invisibles como la luz, y así como el humo hacía que la luz se viera, debía haber una forma de que fueran visibles los recuerdos.

un día seco y duro y caluroso, un día de tanta luz que los cielos parecían blancos y no azules—

una botella de vino blanco, pero el vino blanco no era blanco, sino dorado: el vino es luz aglutinada por la humedad.

El día empieza a medianoche, en mitad de la oscuridad. Y luego todo es luz.

There we used to sleep out in the open at night, almost crushed by the stars. You felt you could reach out and touch them: they were so big, so uncountable, crackling with light, only slivers of blackness separating one from another.

quisiera que, viniendo despacio, como antes, desde la cocina, desde el patio, en la noche cítrica, una mano, materna o familiar, es decir, de dedos conocidos, en el viejo sentido, anterior a la explosión, a esta deriva sin dirección y sin bordes, encendiera, por fin, la luz, del cuarto sin lujo, austero, con, apenas, lo necesario para reconocer el honor y la constancia de lo que es, lo que es en su seguir siendo, mesa, jarra, botella, ventana y paraíso.

Night goes away, a black bull-- body heavy with mourning and fear and mystery-- it has been bellowing horribly, monstrously, in genuine fear of all the dead; and day arrives, a young child who wants trust, and love, and jokes, --a child who somewhere far away, in secret places where what ends meets what is starting, has been playing a moment on some meadow or other of light and darkness with the bull who is running away...

And life takes place inside us, with the eternal light of an ecstatic day which is going on somewhere else. It is a beautiful thing, something true and not yet real, beautiful!

Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end.

Learn the craft of knowing how to open your heart and to turn on your creativity. There's a light inside of you.

I was content to dwell on the new idea that had come to me that all things and states were just varieties of light, and that in every form, light was the emanation and manifestation of God.

A noxious stimulus, such as an angry person, crowds, noise, or bright light, can agitate us because our threshold for sensory overload is extremely low.

We all have our secrets, our sorrows, and our regrets. I tell myself, 'Embrace them; love yourself for your humanness.' Let the good light continue to shine on truth and all of who we are. Let there be sunlight in the shadows.

Stoicism often presented itself, particularly at first, in a deliberately harsh light, emphasizing doctrines that are so far from common sense as to be paradoxical. However, Stoicism as a philosophy is holistic – that is, its parts can be developed separately, but ultimately the aim is to understand them all in relation to the other parts.

When our days are shadowed and leached of meaning, when circumstances shower us with mud, how can we be sure to re-emit lessons we absorb in the sunlight?

There are few things as startling as encountering an unearthly glow in the wild. Glow-worms. Ghost mushrooms. Fireflies. Flashlight fish. Lantern sharks. Vampire squid. Our forest floors and ceilings, our ocean depths and fringes are full of luminous beings, creatures lit from the inside. And they have, for many centuries, enchanted us, like glowing missionaries of wonder, emissaries of awe. Is there anything more beautiful than living light?

There is always that choice, the light or the dark

The water is deep and dark. It shines like treacle in the lights from the boat. You'd go down, down, down.

Be no longer sorrow's victim. There's no reason now to fight. It's possible to choose each day To walk within the light. Give yourself completely–body, mind, and soul– To those who love and cherish you, and all the ones who know...

In this light your eyes look almost purple. Like black raspberries.' Belle laughed softly. 'You must be in a state of perpetual hunger. You keep likening me to fruit.

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