Quotes About Light

Alzan la tibia cabeza hacia las lámparas del salón, los tres soles inmóviles de su día, ellos que aman la luz porque su noche no tiene luna ni estrellas ni faroles.

Imaginarla así hace tanto bien, Liliana durmiendo, Liliana al término del túnel negro, sintiendo confusamente que el hoy está cesando para volverse ayer, que esa luz en los visillos no será ya la misma que golpeaba en pleno pecho...

yo no puedo acercar los dedos a un libro, ceñir apenas el cono de luz de una lámpara, destapar la caja de música, sin que un sentimiento de ultraje y desafío me pase por los ojos como un bando de

Esa luz es tan usted, algo que viene y va, que se mueve todo el tiempo

Porque en esos dos idiomas las luciérnagas no sólo dan luz sino que vagan en la oscuridad como los cometas.

Las lágrimas de San Lorenzo no son sólo una metáfora del tiempo. Son sobre todo la prueba de que la vida es apenas una luz en las tinieblas de un universo infinito, pero a la vez tan fugaz como los deseos del hombre.

Cuando el sol asoma sobre las lomas, la hora celeste llega a su fin. La niebla se ha disuelto, las beatas están sumidas en éxtasis, los noctámbulos duermen, los canillitas han repartido los diarios, los obreros trepan a los andamios. La luz desvanece el mundo mágico del alba. Los gallinazos sin plumas han regresado a su nido.

what is elsewhere fragmentary here becomes systematic; what is instinct becomes conscious technique; the spiritual labrynth of those minds that achieve real elation through the workings of some "grace" (since it is only accidentally and by means of suggestions, fears, hopes, and raptures that they discover the right way) is replaced by a calm and uniform light, present even in abysmal depths, and by a method that has no need of external means.

Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.

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.

If light is scarce then light is scarce; we will immerse ourselves in the darkness and there discover its own particular beauty.

For a woman who lived in the dark it was enough if she had a faint, white face —a full body was unnecessary.

In making for ourselves a place to live, we first spread a parasol to throw a shadow on the earth, and in the pale light of the shadow we put together a house.

Our cooking depends upon shadows and is inseparable from darkness

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

We Orientals find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and darkness which that thing provides.

with the sun sliding out of the sky like spit off a wall . . .

Ana Iris perguntou-me se eu o amava e eu falei-lhe das lâmpadas na minha antiga casa na capital, que estavam sempre a tremeluzir e uma pessoa nunca sabia se a luz se iria ou não abaixo. A gente interrompia o que estava a fazer e ficava à espera; não conseguíamos continuar enquanto as luzes não se decidissem. É assim que eu me sinto, disse-lhe eu.

Ana Iris m-a întrebat odat? dac?-l iubesc, iar eu i-am vorbit despre luminile din vechea mea cas? din capital?, despre cum pâlpâiau È™i nu È™tiai niciodat? dac? urmau s? se sting? sau nu. ÎÈ›i laÈ™i treaba deoparte È™i aÈ™tepÈ›i È™i nu poÈ›i face cu adev?rat nimic pân? nu se hot?r?sc. Asta, i-am spus, este ceea ce simt.

I don't remember her name, but I do remember how her perm shone in the glow of our night-light.

half the buildings still needed their wiring and in the evening light these structures sprawled about like ships of brick that had run aground.

There was something about him, a kind of warm light from inside that you wanted to be near. It reminded her of those little plastic sticks that you snapped so the liquid inside made them glow.

Because the world was not the world, that was the thing, that was the terrible truth he had discovered. It was a dream world, a veil of light and sound and matter that the real world hid behind. Walkers in a dream of death, that's what they were, and the dreamer was the girl, this Girl from Nowhere. The world was a dream and she was dreaming them!

Sunset was an hour off but the clouds were hanging low, sponging up the last of the light.