Quotes About Light

No podía oír su voz o sentir su tacto, pero su luz y su calor ardían en cada rincón de aquella casa.

Az ember, akinek nincs árnyék a szívében.

Every afternoon, when we parted, I walked back home dreaming about the moment when I would rescue her from that existence marked by absences, from that night visitor who scared her, from that pampered life that stole the light from her with every passing day. Every afternoon I told myself that I wasn't going to forget her and that, so long as I remembered her, I'd be able to save her.

Um bom amigo disse-me uma vez que os problemas são como as baratas (...) Se surgem à luz, assustam-se e vão-se embora.

La luz vaporosa de las farolas de las Ramblas - como el primer chupetón a un caramelo Sugus- siempre le había parecido una de esas cosas por las que vale la pena vivir un día más.

I opened my eyes. Thick columns of stone rose in the shadows toward a naked vault. Needles of dusty light fell diagonally, revealing endless rows of ramshackle beds. Small drops of water fell from the heights like black tears, exploding with an echo as they touched the ground. The darkness smelled of mildew and damp. 'Welcome to Purgatory.

Despite myself I was beginning to get used to Isabella's company, to her jibes and to the light she had brought into that house. If things continued this way, my worst fears were going to come true and we'd end up being friends.

When exposed to the light of day, the belief that objectivity protects us against irrationality and chaos does not seem to be true.

Til the Dawn Breaks and Shadows Flee Away.

Each of us has a dark side, along with our own grace and light. The extent to which we can acknowledge the former while maximizing the latter may determine how we choose to fulfill the terms of our Contract. When the shadow side takes over even one person, the consequences are tragically felt by many.

The Mind, once enlightened, cannot again become dark." THOMAS PAINE, Common Sense

God's arms. You light up the

Would you pray for her?" Amelia saw a faint sliver of light at the end of the dark tunnel. "Yep, I would pray that God would send her straight to hell." Liddy's tone had gone ice cold.

Beauty is the light within you that shines out, not the jewelry you hang on your body, the fancy clothes you wear, or the makeup you use. A person can be gorgeous on the outside, but the evil inside them ruins every bit of the prettiness.

The weight on Emma's heart crumbled into tiny pieces. If Nancy had asked her how she felt, she would have said, "Like the darkness is gone.

All dreams can be a source of light...but some are especially radiant. They linger and continue to shine with all they have to reveal.

What a time for the bulb to got Wait here. I'll get one from the kitchen." As

el corazón es un cazador solitario con un solo deseo! Para encontrar un consuelo duradero en los brazos del fuego de otro ... impulsado por un hambre desesperada a los brazos de una luz de neón, el corazón es un cazador solitario cuando hay señales de amor a la vista.

She walked the short distance to the ship's console and sat. It would have been grandiose to call it a bridge. It was a small desk bolted to the floor. It held a couple of monitors, a keyboard, some pads. It was like the light and sound booth of a community theater.

The light on her face was a lesson, a book that she hoped he would want to read, but he looked away from her...she did not want this man to leave her alone. He was kind. And she feared the loneliness of dreaming

Only that she is the light of our days and without her life would be very dull in this house. She's a trial, there's no doubt about that, but all things worthwhile are trials. Life's a trial, it's a battle, it's a strife from the day you're born. And that's shared out between rich and poor alike, only the Lord seems to be more generous towards the poor with it, if you know what I mean.

Quietly, Miss Alice was demonstrating this God of love and beauty too—in small ways and in large. For a few, the concept that life did not have to be all starkness and misery was slowly taking root. Tentatively, timidly—constantly encouraged by Miss Alice—some of the women were at last reaching out for light and beauty and joy.

The big television crouched in the shadowy beam of the porch light. Mattie could see its black, open face, and she felt as though she were looking into the mouth of a deep, dangerous cave.

soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda.