Quotes About Light

Christopher Dawson was one of the most counter-cultural of all intellectuals. As the world rejected God, Dawson embraced God. As the world rejected myth, Dawson embraced myth. As the world rejected the significance of prophets, Dawson attempted to speak as one. As the world mocked the saints as superstition, Dawson regarded them as the only lights—reflecting the true light of the Logos—in history.

Maj. Gen. A. P. Hill's division, which had remained behind at Harpers Ferry to oversee the surrender, was marching hard to reach the battlefield. The only question was whether Hill's "Light Division" would arrive in time to save the Army of Northern Virginia.6

To get their attention, start lobbing the light grenades (That burst and blind them with the truth! An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth!)

We must not cower in the dark because we're afraid of the spark within us. The answer is not to put out the spark, but to learn to control it.

light makes shadow. Truth makes lies.

Logically," Shallan said, "the bright side is the only side you can look on, because the other side is dark.

You need someone to talk to, Noril, when the darkness is strong. Someone to remind you the world hasn't always been this way; that it won't always be this way.

It is my solemn and important duty to bring happiness, light, and joy into your world when you're being a dour idiot.

It frightens me," Shallan said, "because we all see the world by some kind of light personal to us, and that light changes our perception. I don't see clearly. I want to, but I don't know if I ever truly can.

Logically the bright side is the only side you can look on, because the other side is dark

You like lies?" Shallan asked. "Good lies," Pattern said. "That lie. Good lie." "What makes a lie good?" Shallan asked, taking careful notes, recording Pattern's exact words. "True lies." "Pattern, those two are opposites." "Hmmmm . . . Light makes shadow. Truth makes lies. Hmmmm.

She was absolutely beautiful. She had long blonde hair, kind of the shade of a bowl of mac and cheese. She was smiling a wide, genuine smile—which was rather the shape of a macaroni and cheese noodle. She seemed to radiate light, much like a bowl of mac and cheese might if you stuffed a lightbulb into it. Her skin was soft and squishy, like— Okay. Maybe I'm too hungry to be writing right now.

Logically," Shallan said, "the bright side is the only side you can look on, because the other side is dark.

It frightens me," Shallan said, "because we all see the world by some kind of light personal to us, and that light changes perception. I don't see clearly. I want to, but I don't know if I ever truly can.

That lighta above, the lunks from the sky. I head loudin about it that was you, outsida, eh? "Yeah" The girl turned as if to leave, but then reconsidered and put a hand on lift's arm. "You," the girl said to Lift. "Outsida?" "Yeah." "You listenin'?" "I'm listenin'." "People, they don't listen.

only seen a glimpse of it in the bright light: an outfit of Nalhallan design, with big epaulettes* on the shoulders and all kinds of ropes and ribbons and buttons and things, intended to make officers stand out on a battlefield and get shot first so the soldiers doing the real fighting are safe.

He felt good lots of days. Trouble was, on the bad days, that was hard to remember. At those times, for some reason, he felt like he had always been in darkness, and always would be. Why was it so hard to remember? Did he have to keep slipping back down? Why couldn't he stay up here in the sunlight, where everyone else lived?

It was so hard to find warmth in the darkness. But when the night grew cold and the darkness came for you, that was when you needed to light a fire. And make your own light.

we all see the world by some kind of light personal to us, and that light changes out perception. I don't see clearly. I want to, but I don't know if I ever truly can.

Contrary to what everyone had once assumed, the star wasn't merely a spot of light in the sky. Telescopes revealed it was a planet. Occupied, according to their best guess, by other people. A place whose light somehow cut through the shroud.

I don't wanna change the world, I just wanna leave it colder.. Light the fuse and burn it up, Take the path that leads to nowhere..

Daylight fires the ridges green, shifts the colors of the fog, touches the brick streets of Rock Camp with a reddish tone. The streetlights flicker out, and the traffic signal at the far end of Front Street's yoke snaps on; stopping nothing, warning nothing, rushing nothing on. --from The Honored Dead

Elisabeth Kübler-Ross: "People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

good friends aren't afraid of your light. They never blow out your flame and you don't blow out theirs—even when it's really bright and it makes you worry about your own flame.