Quotes About Light

HEAVENS NEED FURNACES Heavens need furnaces, The factories where dross converts to light gasses. The sloughed skins of dreams are instant fuel, remarkably full of oil like creosote bushes. Your worst losses warm angels; despair puts a glint on God's hair. And the nicest surprise is the substance that rises when you know you can't get there from here.

Remember that it's easier to see where light is coming from in the dark. This is important to remember, for when all the lights go out.

You know how the sun rises and sets at a certain time each day? In the same way, all of our lives have a day and night. But it's not set like it is with the sun. Some people walk forever in the sunlight, and some people have to walk through the darkest night their whole lives. When people talk about being afraid, what they're afraid of is that their sun will set. That the light they love will fade.

the most certain sciences are like things lit up by the sun so that they may be seen. But it is God who gives the light. Reason is in our minds as sight in our eyes, and the eyes of the mind are the senses of the soul. Now, however pure it be, bodily sense cannot see any visible thing without the light of the sun. Hence, however perfect be the human mind, it cannot by reasoning know any truth without the light of God, which belongs to the aid of grace.

I followed her into the library. The pale light from our chamber below dissipated in the room, but I could still make out – my heart leapt at the sight – row after row, shelf above shelf, floor to ceiling, a city of books. Speck turned to me and asked, Now, what shall we read first?

terms tend to become dead counters in a futile, spiritually obstructive semantic game, for they describe mystic experience that cannot be exposed to the common light of day without devaluation and dilution of meaning.

When a mosquito sees a light in the darkness, it is drawn to it by an urge too powerful to resist. Even if the light is a bug zapper, caked with the carcasses of all the mosquito's electrocuted relatives, the poor insect will still use the last flap of its wings to fly to its death. It simply can't help it.

And he loves to read. He loves the whisper of the pages and the way his fingertips catch on rough paper, the pour of the words up from the leaves, through the soft light, into his eyes, the mute voice in his ears.

Happy ending roll credits pick our way out, over crushed pieces of popcorn to emerge into the glaring light of day

The larger a star the shorter its life, but all the more fascinating its death. As it collapses within it's body, the infalling material can be no longer be compressed; the star is blown to pieces; its shattered mass realeases out ward at the speed of light.

We get the place on the right swell, surfing it is one thing, getting good shots is something else. You get fog up there. You get rain. You get clouds. The light is shit. Harmon knows that too. That's why he asked for you. Radical conditions, a narrow window. You better have somebody who can get the shot. His problem is, he thinks you're still the one.

A candle is a prayer in action.

History is malleable. A new cache of diaries can shed new light, and archeological evidence can challenge our popular assumptions.

To someone standing in the nave, looking down the length of the church toward the east, the round window would seem like a huge sun exploding into innumerable shards of gorgeous color.

In all my perplexities and distresses, the Bible has never failed to give me light and strength. Robert E. Lee

He that is not with me is against me" (Mat 12:30). If you are not gathering, then you are scattering. If you are not walking in light, then you are walking in darkness! There is no neutral position;  there is no middle ground!

Light is a particle and a wave. This is hard to understand, how a thing can be two things at once. But a woman is also both a particle and a wave. She's a wave when you see her reach down to pull a shell from the sea, and you feel her beauty pass through you like electrical current. She's a particle when her hair brushes your face, and her hands push into yours

The stars up close to the moon were pale; they got brighter and braver the farther they got out of the circle of light ruled by the giant moon

She glowed like a lighthouse and rolled like the ocean

In fact, the ongoing and deepening contrast between the Jesus of the Gospels and popular cultural misconfigurations is the principal reason I have written this book. Jesus is far more beautiful than many have imagined. It all has to do with love, but not just any kind of love, but with holy love." Jesus the Stranger: The Man from Galilee and the Light of the World, p. xviii.

The universe is constructed on four great creative principles - light, life, love and law. [Light: The electromagnetic force Life: The life force Love: The binding force Law: The vibratory force that found expression in laws.]

Suchness In the theosophy of light, The logical universal Ceases to be anything more Than the dead body of an angel. What is substance? Our substance Is whatever we feed our angel. The perfect incense for worship Is camphor, whose flames leave no ashes. from Love is an Art of Time (1974) in The Complete Poems of Kenneth Rexroth, 702

This is the summit of contemplation, and no art can touch it Blue, so blue, the far-out archipelago and the sea shimmering, shimmering No art can touch it, the mind can only try to become attuned to it To become quiet, and space itself out, to become open and still, unworlded Knowing itself in the diamond country, in the ultimate unlettered light. A High Blue Day on Scalpay

Memory is a fickle thing, a flickering light in a darkroom of possibilities.