Quotes About Light

Light was provided by baskets of burning bones. Skulls grinned from niches in the wall, presiding over offerings of braided, hairy plant-roots, which suggested the temple was still in use for all its appearance of neglect. On the far side of the chamber, bowls of lighted oil on the floor illuminated a ragged curtain, which was drawn across an alcove. Ays experienced a deep feeling of recognition. He knew that he was in the home of a god, and that he had been here before.

The dull ruby light of the fire did not seem to touch the boy. He was the lamb to the slaughter; pure, beautiful, burning with his own white light. Othman experienced a twinge which was almost regret; all that potential soon to be quenched, extinguished, gutted. He allowed himself to bask in the ray of pure love for Daniel which speared his being.

Ays liked the forest, although it also made him feel edgy. It was so vast, the light in it so thick, like green wine. It seemed to breathe, to watch him.

When she thought of the emperor, she could not imagine his ancestors involved in dark or magical deeds. He seemed so light and golden. And yet there was the dragon dream. She remembered the feelings it had inspired within her, and suddenly the secret history seemed much more credible.

He was such a serene creature, fits of temper or melancholy on Khaster's part barely touched him. Tayven was a being of light, and now Khaster craved those rays. He could see how it might be easy to become addicted to Tayven's presence. It was all that Almorante had promised.

Here we are in darkness," Tayven said, "And for us, if we did not know better, this light would be all that existed. But we do know better. We know that outside the cave the world is bathed in light.

There was nothing more to it than that; it was not erotic in any way, but art, purely that; living sculpture, their planes of vital marble catching the light, using it to create new forms.

I've been in the darkness. Whatever light you can offer me, I must take.

Pale, glowing blooms exuded a secret, aching perfume into the moist darkness and above the cracked and mossy stones of the garden, the moon swam, pregnant with light in a smooth, velvet sky, sequinned with stars.

Tayven would be good for you. He possesses rare qualities. He could heal you utterly. Just his light, his presence. He is a balm to me, but I am not a greedy man. He does not love me as a lover should, nor I him. Yet he deserves love. He has so much to give.

As my journey progressed, all shreds of clarity left my mind, and it seemed a dark tunnel formed around me, with my unknown destination as a vague smoky light ahead.

A shimmering blue sphere hung above the sea, illuminating the angry cresting waves. Daniel peered at it, feeling that he'd evoked it, although the memory of doing so had vanished. It would be Ishtahar his goddess, bringing more puzzles to him, and obscure answers to his questions. He saw her again as a child, hovering with dripping feet above the water, encased in her own bubble of light.

Alone, he allowed his masks of smiles and pleasantries to slip. If anyone should have seen his face at that moment, they would have witnessed the truth of him; light leaked from his serpent eyes.

Before he entered its shadow, Ays glanced back at the cavern he was leaving. He moured the loss of light, but braced himself for another more difficult stage of the journey.

Lightly, taking Beth with me, I danced from spark to spark, pausing for the briefest of touches.

They're the strongest creatures I know and they'd make a formidable ally in the coming war. Perhaps…just perhaps, Thirrin could make a friend of them and bring them into the struggle. If anyone can do it, she can. She could make peace between night and day, between dark and light if she wanted.

With my family, historical facts are subsidiary to narrative, and narrative must always show the narrator in the best light.

Now the light is rich and full and constant, bathing the fields, the garden, the gathering of friends. Here is a single afternoon in the lives that lie ahead. Two of these people are lovers, and one is expecting a child. Two of these people love one another, and are celibate. The air is so still, so still. These moments are perfect. No one speaks.

To unlock the heavy outer door and to walk into the hushed interior, with the morning light spilling from the high windows on to the waiting books, gave her such pleasure that she would have worked for nothing.

War and tooth enameled salted lemon childhoods All colors run, none of us solid Don't look for shadow behind me I carry it within I live cycles of light and darkness

There is life here. Anyone hearing this is breathing, maybe hurting, but breathing for sure. And if there is any light to come, it will shine from the eyes of those who look for peace and justice. After the rubble and rhetoric are cleared and the phoenix has risen, affirm life. affirm life. We got to carry each other now. You are either with life, or against it. Affirm life.

darkest before the dawn. it will get darker. be light.

There is life here. Anyone reading this is breathing, maybe hurting, but breathing for sure. And if there is any light to come, it will shine from the eyes of those who look for peace and justice after the rubble and rhetoric are cleared and the phoenix has risen. Affirm life. Affirm life. We got to carry each other now. You're either with life or against it. Affirm life.

This morning the electricity came on for a few minutes, and when it did, Jonny said, "Hey, it's a black-on." This is what passes for humor around here.