Quotes About Light

For if light had a sound, it was that laugh.

the moon. Just a curved sliver of light, like the door of heaven had been left slightly ajar.

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

I don't sleep. All night long I'm wide awake, thinking, Secrets, secrets, secrets. There are secrets in my past no one needs to know. Secrets in my present that might kill Kim and Chip. I don't want to take my secrets with me when I go. When I pass through the light, i want to be free of everything and everyone.

The warmth of his embrace soaked into me, a powerful charm against the dark things.

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.

She said, a child born at midwinter comes into the world on the shortest day of the year. From that point on, the days stretch out. And so a child born at midwinter walks always toward the light, all his life.

There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on fighting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's no light without shadow.

Who would awaken the past? It shines like a sunrise And cuts like a fine blade.

The light of these candles is but the reflection of a greater light. It shines from the islands beyond the western sea. It glistens in the dew and on the lake, in the stars of the night sky, in every reflection of the spirit world. And should any of us lose the light, there will be brother or sister to guide him

It is almost winter," said Conor quietly. "Out of winter's darkness comes spring's light. Out of winter's sleep is born spring's new life. We cannot be without hope, not when this truth is shown us year by year.

The flame of spirit we all had within us, the light that never truly went out, even in our times of deepest despair.

Another man might have taken vengeance in blood and fire, or made an end of himself. Regan is stronger than that. There's a light shining in him, moving him forward: the light of freedom. That's what draws all of us to follow, to take risks, to keep on figting when we see our comrades fall beside us. But there's no light without shadow.

The sun never knew how wonderful it was," the architect Louis Kahn said, "until it fell on the wall of a building

Wir sind der Meinung, Schönheit sei nicht in den Objekten selber zu suchen, sondern im Helldunkel, im Schattenspiel, das sich zwischen Objekten entfaltet.

Und wer unbedingt diese Unansehnlichkeit betrachten will, der wird zugleich jegliche vorhandene Schönheit zunichte machen, gerade wie wenn er ein Licht von hundert Kerzenstärken auf die Wandnische eines Teeraums richtete.

Such is our way of thinking - we find beauty not in the thing itself but in the patterns of shadows, the light and the darkness, that one thing against another creates.

Modern man, in his well-lit house, knows nothing of the beauty of gold; but those who lived in the dark houses of the past were not merely captivated by its beauty, they also knew its practical value; for gold, in these dim rooms, must have served the function of a reflector. Their use of gold leaf and gold dust was not mere extravagance. Its reflective properties were put to use as a source of illumination.

Pero cuando, sustituidas éstas (las lámparas eléctricas con pantalla de papel) por los candelabros, de luz todavía más tenue, se observan las bandejas y boles bajo el parpadeo de la trémula llama, se descubre cómo el brillo de todos esos objetos lacados, hondo y espeso como las aguas de un estanque, va revistiéndose de un encanto completamente diferente al que había mostrado hasta entonces.

Amanda filling the doorway, silent, us facing each other like friends or family or like lovers; and eternity of silence and afternoon light. And she doesn't even know about the cat yet. I will never escape this town. Justin Taylor (Everything here is the best thing ever)

This crazy, blind beating of wings caused by man-made light... this irrational connection between spiders, moths and light. If a law appeared without reason, like this, what would one believe in?

Acolo unde dunele se îndreptau spre vest, p?trundea în mare o colin? dominat? de o stînc? gola??. Soarele se sp?rgea pe ea în nenum?rate ace de lumin?.

Casele, plutind în lumina vag? a l?mpilor aprinse, alc?tuiau un labirint de piedici ÅŸi de poteci, întret?iate de-a lungul unicei piste a fugii lui.

Era luna... o frantur? de lumin? sp?l?cit?, ca aripile unei furnici. Cand ochii se obiÅŸnuir? cu ea, întreaga cupol? a bilei de nisip se pref?cu într-un lichid str?lucitor, care avea Å£es?tura frunziÅŸului proasp?t.