Quotes About Light

There'd been a recent rain, and against the coal of night, the shiny cobbled streets gleamed amber, rose, and neon-blue from reflected lamps and signs.

Turned out I was wrong. It wasn't the dark I should have been afraid of, at all." —Mac's journal

In Georgia, the light is brilliant, warm, and confident—even cocky on occasion—flooding every nook and cranny, elevating the mood and baring skin.

I look for my sister but it's hopeless. The goggles are all fogged up. Every fish burns lantern-bright, and I can't tell the living from the dead. It's all just blurry light, light smeared like some celestial fingerprint all over the rocks and the reef and the sunken garbage. Olivia could be everywhere.

Sawtooth slumps into his deck chair and stares up at the sky. It's a drunken sky, the stars hiccupping light. Great gusty clouds go spinning past the moon. The bright planets feel like pinpricks to Sawtooth's old eyes.

Una volta Beverly ha letto un articolo di una rivista scientifica sulla bioluminescenza, il bagliore naturale emesso da organismi come le lucciole e le meduse, ma sa che anche i morti emanano una strana luce, un fosforo che può danneggiare in modo permanente gli occhi dei vivi. Necroluminescenza – la luce degli scomparsi. Un pensiero retrospettivo prodotto dal corpo del defunto. I tuoi fallimenti retroilluminati dalla morte dei tuoi cari.

Necroluminescence--the light of the vanished. A hinnsight produced by the departed's body. Your failings backlit by the death of your loved ones.

I stare up at a busy construction pit. Tiny white spades are tossing huge quantities of darkness around. Stars—these are the stars.

Necroluminescence--the light of the vanished. A hindsight produced by the departed's body. Your failings backlit by the death of your loved ones.

Anger needed an anchor, a plug, a wall. (I am angry because of ____.) Otherwise you had a beam of red feeling searching vainly through the universe. You had a heart that shot red light into space.

Rutherford arches his neck toward her outstretched hand. Freckles of light float across his patchy hindquarters. He licks the girl's palm according to a code that he's worked out: - - - -, which means that he is Rutherford Birchard Hayes, the nineteenth president of the United States of America, and that she should alert the local officials. "Ha-ha!" the girl laughs. "That tickles.

Heaven, Kiwi thought, would be the reading room of a great library. But it would be private. Cozy. You wouldn't have to worry about some squeaky-shoed librarian turning the lights off on you or gauging your literacy by reading the names on your book spines, and there wouldn't be a single other patron. The whole place would hum with a library's peace, filtering softly over you like white bars of light…

Ugliness is an illusion, gentlemen. Like beauty. Like color. All depends on the light. The only reality is action.

Being a mother is like being a gardener of souls. You tend your children, make sure the light always touches them

You're certainly the only bright spark in my life right now," he conceded. "In a 'light fuse, dive for cover' kind of way.

Science is spectral analysis. Art is light synthesis.

Science is spectrum analysis. Art is Photosynthesis.

Two qualities are indispensable: first, an intellect that, even in the darkest hour, retains some glimmerings of the inner light which leads to truth and second, the courage to follow this faint light wherever it may lead.

Masters have wrought in prisons, At peace in cells of stone: From their thick walls I fashion Windows to light my own.

The night shineth as the day: the darkness and the light are both alike to thee…

Any time a magnet wiggles, no matter how small it is, or how fast or slow it wiggles, it makes some kind of light. Most light is made by little magnets called molecules, and our eyes are tuned to a very narrow range of it.

So you'll be keeping the Sea Devil, " she said. His light eyes roamed over her, settled for a moment on her breasts. "I'm keeping her. The ship holds a number of interesting memories I wouldn't want to forget." His eyes said he was remembering their numerous encounters-and the final delicious outcome-and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

walking on boulevards and beaches, examining postcards, studying angles of light and shadow

I am my enemy Mowing me over, And towing the light away.