Quotes About Light

I do not say that John or Jonathan will realize all this; but such is the character of that morrow which mere lapse of time can never make to dawn. The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

The same sun which ripens my beans illumines at once a system of earths like ours. If I had remembered this it would have prevented some mistakes.

So inconsiderable an object is misery to light minds when it is at any distance.

When Alexander the Great visited the philosopher Diogenes and asked whether he could do anything for him, Diogenes is said to have replied: "Yes, stand a little less between me and the sun." It is what every citizen is entitled to ask of his government.

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.

She is like a revolving lighthouse; pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy!

He had gone in late to see her, but evening hadn't settled and she was presented to him in that long fresh light of waning April days which affects us often with a sadness sharper than the greyest hours of autumn.

His secretary of many years' standing, Theodora Bosanquet, was struck by this persistent aspect of the Jamesian sensibility: 'When he walked out of the refuge of his study and into the world and looked about him, he saw a place of torment, where creatures of prey perpetually thrust their claws into the quivering flesh of the doomed, defenceless children of light.

Spiritual age is determined by the acts which make the mornings and evenings of the soul, and not by the motions of the physical globe. The soul should have its own cycles and revolutions, presenting in turn every portion of its existence to the vivifying influence of the great source of light.

Deep in her soul—it was the deepest thing there—lay a belief that if a certain light should dawn she could give herself completely; but this image, on the whole, was too formidable to be attractive.

The light of his plural pronoun was sufficiently reflected in his companion's face as he again met it; and he completed his demonstration.

What was at all events not permanently hidden from him was a truth much less invidious about his years of darkness. It was the strange scheme of things again: the years of darkness had been needed to render possible the years of light.

The fresh diffused light of the salon made them clear and important; they were finished creations in their way, and ranged there motionless on their green bench, were almost as much on exhibition as if they had been hung on the line.

On her limbs was the stiffness of death, and on her face, in the fading light of the sun, the terror of something more than death.

Of late, it was not to be denied, literature had seemed a fading light....

The light was in her eyes.

orele de aur se scurgeau, plantele sorbeau lumina, enigmaticul vechi palat p?lea ca ceara È™i pe urm?, cînd soarele sc?p?ta, începea s? se împurpureze, iar foile mele foÈ™neau în briza r?t?citoare a Adriaticei.

Seeing that a simple pressure of the hand Can make the symbol of my senses stand, What if I saw your body, where unite The lure of water and the gold of light.

L'homme a ce choix : laisser entrer la lumière ou garder les volets fermés.

que sólo quienes, como él, son sensibles a la alquimia del sonido y los sentidos, son capaces de transformar la realidad negativa de la vida en las formas substanciales y significativas del arte. Sólo quienes pueden admitir la luz en sus entrañas pueden expresar lo que hay en el corazón.

In the egocentric prism the helpless victim is walled in by the very light which he refracts. The ego dies in its own glass cage...

J'ai besoin que l'on me promette presque tout, tant j'ai vécu longtemps, trop longtemps dans l'ombre du soleil. Je veux de la lumière et de la chasteté – et un feu solaire dans les tripes. Je veux la déception et la désillusion, pour qu'il me soit donné de compléter le sublime triangle et de ne plus avoir sans cesse à quitter la planète pour voler dans l'espace.

Here at Big Sur, at a certain time of the year and a certain time of the day only, a pale blue-green hue pervades the distant hills. . . . It is not only the tone and color of distance, abetted by the magic fall of light, it is a mystical phenomenon, or so I like to think, born of a certain way of looking at the world.