Quotes About Light

Watching the painter painting And all the time, the light is changing And he keeps painting That bit there, it was an accident But he's so pleased It's the best mistake, he could make And it's my favourite piece It's just great --- excerpt from the song "An Architect's Dream" from the album Aerial

The house was light and moved when we did. With my arm above my head as I lay I might have been a ballerina bent over in a music box.

all the gods are the same unknowable mystery, just as each face of a jewel strikes light in a different direction

Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.

The world is dark, and light is precious. Come closer, dear reader. You must trust me. I am telling you a story.

A real Christmas baby was not to be lightly named.

To light a candle is to cast a shadow

Pride and power] are the same except that pride leaves the lights on and power can do it in the dark.

She was always puzzled that people say that darkness falls. To her it seemed instead to rise, massing under trees an shrubs, pouring out from under furniture, only reaching the sky when the spaces near the ground were full.

Manquer de lumière est autre chose que d'éteindre celle que l'on possède.

La nostra stella è unica, eppure è doppia. Sappiate distinguere la sua impronta reale dalla sua immagine, e noterete ch'essa brilla con più intensità alla luce del giorno che nelle tenebre della notte.

She was like a large white flower bathed in light, magnificent in her isolation.

From dawn of creation. Passion burning sensation. To make reality of imagination. Fear not the dissenters, prove them wrong their bitter sight. Forget not the believers Out of love prove them right. Oh great dreamer I call upon you. Your power, manifest. Shine your light upon this world forever. Til your vessel takes its rest.

My reason for preferring the darkness is that in the dark you have to describe yourself. In the daylight other people describe you. Do you understand that?

The sun is nice but it lights things up so much that you can't see very far... The night time is better. It stretches your soul to the stars.

The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!

One cannot mount from reality to the righteousness of God, because reality can only be known through the explaining word of revelation. The Light that illumines the world is found only in faith.

La eternidad profunda sonreía en tus ojos...Oh antorchas del mundo, en el cielo encendeos.

We're illuminated by a larger, unknown light We are manifestations on its surface We look at one another Enormities of darkness What is it then that exists? Neither can informed unknowing exist Nor can any gnostic darkness or light I see the angel of light Hear the voice Blinded Again and again this returns Even at the bottom of light

Our souls flutter Our brains have butterfly brilliance The stars look at us, with their distant light, their giddiness, in their nests of nothing

As if all of us existed only in the bondage of the will From inside each autonomy grows the light of grace; when it is not murderous; as if the Graces existed, were alive, in their ambiguity, their infinite delicacy . . .

A strange sentimental excitement had overcome him; all the lyrical peaks of his spirit had ignited and were flaming; the hour, the light, the place, all the surrounding things suggested love to him; from the farthest end of the sea right to the humble maidenhair fern of the fountains, a single magical circle was being drawn; and he felt that its center was that woman.

A crippled child Said, "How shall I dance?" Let your heart dance We said. Then the invalid said: "How shall I sing?" Let your heart sing We said Then spoke the poor dead thistle, "But I, how shall I dance?" Let your heart fly to the wind We said. Then God spoke from above "How shall I descend from the blue?" Come dance for us here in the light We said. All the valley is dancing Together under the sun, And the heart of him who joins us not Is turned to dust, to dust.

Nuestra luz es la de la cordillera en cualquier parte; gloriosa y algo punzante a fuerza de absoluta. Gracias a ella me parece como si hubiera tenido dos veces cada cosa que tuve allá: dos veces cada cerro, dos veces mi patio, dos veces también mi madre.