Quotes About Light

the warm grey of quickening sky.

you will not be content, I know, to remain in the dark. Nay, the end, the very end, may give you a gleam of peace.

Even in the dark there was a light of some kind, as there ever is over snow; and it seemed as though the snow-flurries and the wreaths of mist took shape as of women with trailing garments.

all I could see was the warm grey of quickening sky.

???*???"There are darknesses in life and there are lights, and you are one of the lights, the light of all lights."???*????

Ella es una de las mujeres de Dios, confeccionadas por sus propias manos para mostrarnos a los hombres y a otras mujeres que existe un cielo en donde podemos entrar, y que su luz puede estar aquí en la tierra. Tan veraz, tan dulce, tan noble, tan desinteresada, y eso, permítame decirle a usted, es mucho en esta edad tan escéptica y egoísta

There are darknesses in life and there are lights; you are one of the lights, the light of all lights.

Gecenin çilesini çekmemiÅŸ kimse gündüzün ne kadar tatl?, ne kadar rahatlat?c? olduÄŸunu bilemez.

Ella es una de las mujeres de Dios, confeccionadas por sus propias manos para mostrarnos a los hombres y a otras mujeres que existe un cielo en donde podemos entrar, y que su luz puede estar aquí en la tierra.

With a red light of triumph in his eyes, and a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of

En la vida hay tinieblas, mi niña, pero también hay luces. Y tu eres la luz de toda luz.

Darkness has touched you, much as light has embraced your sister

Each human being has significant potential for light and darkness," Grandpa continued. "Over a lifetime, we get a lot of practice leaning toward one or the other. Having made different choices, a renowned hero could have been a wretched villain.

In a sense, we are all like flowers longing for the light while we keep our petals closed. There is plenty of sun and light available, but if we are closed we cannot let it in.

Through study we welcome the light of God into our minds.

We bring light to unite the boulevards of Black Rock City: the light of civilization, navigation, and celebration. In honor of the immensity of the desert and the immensity of our dreams and visions, we hang our lamps high.

Fire has no form of its own, but clings to the burning object. Light clings to darkness. —Cogitor philosophy

Each of us is born to follow a star, be it bright and shining or dark and fated. Sometimes the path of these stars will cross, bringing love or hatred. However, if you look up at the skies on a clear night, out of all the countless lights that twinkle and shine, there will come one. That star will be seen in a blaze, burning a path of light across the roof of the earth, a great comet.

Is not the light of day a wondrous thing? It banishes all fears and worries of the previous night.

They ploughed deeper into the vast woodland tracts, to areas where the tree canopy was so dense that only a soft, green light prevailed. It was mossy underpaw, and silent, the monolith trunks of giant trees reared upward, like columns of black stone.

Three figures crossed the Abbey gardens as the moon broke from behind a drifting cloudbank. The nearby pond was bathed in a silver sheen, parts of the sandstone wall reflecting back a wavery bluish light.

Kindly consider the question: what would your good do if evil did not exist, and what would the earth look like if shadows disappeared from it? Shadows are cast by objects and people. Here is the shadow of my sword. Trees and living beings also have shadows. Do you want to skin the whole earth, tearing all the trees and living things off it, because of your fantasy of enjoying bare light? You're a fool.

In torment, there was release. In the darkness, there was light. In solitude, there were companions.

In these dark rooms I pass such listless days, I wander up and down looking for the windows - when a window opens there will be some relief. But there are no windows, or at least I cannot find them. And perhaps it's just as well. Perhaps the light would prove another torment. Who knows what new things it would reveal? (The Windows)