Quotes About Light

While we converse with her, we mark No want of day, nor think it dark.

Help the world in any way that you want to. I have found that the more light you give and spread, the more you will evolve.

Your mind is made up of light. We call it the dharmakaya, the clear light of reality. The transcendental eternal light is everywhere. It's the light of god or whatever you want to call it.

I teach meditation and the pathway to enlightenment because I know that there are other people who, like i did a long time ago and continue to, want to climb that mountain to the highest light.

It's not my light to begin with, in a sense; it's the light of God, the light of eternity. So take all you want!

You could use a flower, a candle flame, anything you want that's suggestive of beauty and eternality.

There are planes that are not light. There are planes that are shadowy. But that is not our interest in meditation. We want brightness, ecstasy, brilliance beyond comprehension.

Purest light will blind as surely as absolute darkness.

Kadaspala worshipped colour. It was the gift of light; and in its tones, heavy and light, faint and rich, was painted all of life.

Kneels? Falters? Look to the night sky, foolish man, and gauge the victor in the contest between Dark and Light.

Darkness was anathema to shadows.

History meant nothing, because the only continuity was human stupidity. Oh, there were moments of greatness, of bright deeds, but how long did the light of such glory last? From one breath to the next, aye, and no more than that.

The dull, hazy light played along the polished blade like water.

Light exploded behind Felisin's eyes as she sprawled sideways.

My evening star. If the sun burned out tomorrow, your flame would light the world.

She behaved as would a widow, the kind that then made mourning a way of life, a ritualized assembly of habits. The light of day had become a thing to turn away from. A gesture of invitation was answered with muttered regrets. And the sorrowing mask never left her face.

Truths, yes. One after another, one boulder settling down, then another. And another. Blotting out the light, darkness closing in, grit and sand sifting down, a solid silence when the last one is in place. Now, dear fool, try drawing a single breath. A single breath. There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

Truths, yes. One after another, one boulder settling down, then another. And another. Blotting out the light, darkness closing in, grit and sand sifting down, a solid silence when the last one is in place. Now, dear fool, try drawing a breath. A single breath. There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

He did not know why he was thinking about his brother now, as he set ablaze every candle within him to make the world bright and to save all his friends. And before long he no longer sensed anyone else, barring the faint smudges they had become. The captain, the Fist, all the soldiers who were his friends, he let his light unfold to embrace them all, to keep them safe from that frightening, dark magic so eager to rush down upon them.

Outside, in the street beyond the two motionless Wickan guards, Gamet paused and looked up. Ancient light, is it? If so, then the patterns I see... May have died long ago. No, that does not bear thinking about. It is one of those truths that have no value, for it offers nothing but dislocation.

What feeds you is rent With the claws of your need. But needs dwell half in light And half in darkness. And virtue folds in the seam. If the demand of need is life Then suffering and death hold purpose. But if we speak of want and petty desire The seam folds into darkness And no virtue holds the ground. Needs and wants make for a grey world. But nature yields no privilege. And what is righteous will soon Feed itself with the claws Of your need, as life demands. QUALITIES OF LIFE SAEGEN

A crowded soul, captain, is a place of shadows and gloom. Scour it clean, and nothing will remain to block the light.

Remarkably, the other 20 percent of blind people do manage to synchronize to the light-dark cycle. The likely explanation is that the circadian photoreceptors in their retinas are intact, even if their rods and cones are not. This allows light to work its resetting action on the clock, by striking the eyes and then traveling down the neural pathways to the pacemaker. In other words, although these people lack sight, they can still perceive light in a nonvisual, circadian sense.

So he used calculus not only to predict the existence of electromagnetic waves but also to solve an age-old mystery: What was the nature of light? Light, he realized, was an electromagnetic wave.