Quotes About Light

For a witch stands on the very edge of everything, between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been needed. Sometimes they need to help some poor soul through the final hours, help them to find the door, not to get lost in the dark.

Then there was the puzzle of why the sun came out during the day, instead of at night when the light would come in useful.

The people who guard the rainbow don't like those who get in the way of the sun.

No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

If the Creator had said, Let there be light in Ankh-Morpork, he'd have got no further because of all the people saying What colour?

Esk felt that bravery was called for, but on a night like this bravery lasted only as long as a candle stayed alight.

The Universe isn't just a light show, they keep it running during the day too.

The light was misty and actinic, the sort of light to make Steven Spielberg reach for his copyright lawyer.

La luz cree que viaja más deprisa que nada, pero se equivoca. Por muy rápido que vaya la luz, siempre se encuentra con que la oscuridad ha llegado antes y la está esperando.

Red sky at night, the city's alight.

Sometimes the moon is light and sometimes it's in shadow, but you should always remember it's the same moon.

A shepherd's crown, not a royal one. A crown for someone who knew where she had come from. A crown for the lone light zigzagging through the night sky, hunting for a single lost lamb. A crown for the shepherd who was there to herd away the predators.

For a witch stands on the very edge of everything, between the light and the dark, between life and death, making choices, making decisions so that others may pretend no decisions have even been needed.

When I'm old I shall wear midnight, she'd decided. But, for now, she'd had enough of darkness.

Particles of raw inspiration sleet through the universe all the time. Every once in a while one of them hits a receptive mind, which then invents DNA or the flute sonata form or a way of making light bulbs wear out in half the time.

AND NOW THERE REMAINS ONLY ONE FINAL QUESTION, he said. He raised his hands, and seemed to grow. Light flared in his eye sockets. When he spoke next, avalanches fell in the mountains. HAVE YOU BEEN NAUGHTY…OR NICE? HO. HO. HO.

She felt happy and wondered if she'd ever felt this happy before. The gold light, the falling seeds, the dancing bees... it was all one thing. This was the opposite of the dark desert. Here, light was everywhere and filled her up inside. She could feel herself here but see herself from above, twirling with a buzzing shadow that sparkled golden as the light struck the bees. Moments like this paid for it all.

Sometimes the moon is light and sometimes it's in shadow, but you should always remember it's the same moon.

A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don't want to see. If we refuse to face our shadow, it will project itself on someone else so we have no choice but to engage.

It is a day of angled light and flat-bottomed clouds floating in a turquoise sky.

We are bathed in light, endless light, sometimes volatile, ever changing. We watch weather as one watches fire.

Perhaps this is what our national parks hold for us: stories, of who we have been and who we might become- a reminder that as human beings our histories harbor both darkness and light. To live in the United States of America and tell only one story, from one point of view, diminishes us all.

Without a shadow there is no depth. Without a shadow there is no substance. If we have no shadow, it means we are invisible. As long as I have a shadow, I am alive. as long as I have a shadow

I walk with my shadow behind me, sometimes ahead, and often to the side. It is my capricious companion: visible, then hidden, amorphous. A shadow is never created in darkness. It is born of light. We can be blind to it and blinded by it. Our shadow asks us to look at what we don't want to see. If we refuse to face our shadow, it will project itself on someone else so we have no choice but to engage it.