Quotes About Light

But what is passion, what are emotions? There is the source of fire, there is the fullness of energy. A man who is not on fire is nothing: he is ridiculous, he is two-dimensional. He must be on fire even if he does make a fool of himself. A flame must burn somewhere, otherwise no light shines; there is no warmth, nothing.

Being a part, man cannot grasp the whole. He is at its mercy. He may assent to it, or rebel against it; but he is always caught up by it and enclosed within it. He is dependent upon it and is sustained by it. Love is his light and his darkness, whose end he cannot see. "Love ceases not"—whether he speaks with the "tongues of angels," or with scientific exactitude traces the life of the cell down to its uttermost source.

The unconscious is not just evil by nature, it is also the source of the highest good: not only dark but also light, not only bestial, semi-human, and demonic but superhuman, spiritual, and, in the classical sense of the word, 'divine'.

A man who is possessed by his shadow is always standing in his own light and falling into his own traps...living below his own level.

He wants to go the way of the hero, the ideal figure that floats before him, and to share his fate. Yet love still holds him back in the light of day. The libido still has an object which makes life worth living. If this object were abandoned, then the libido would sink down to the subterranean mother for rebirth:

St. Thomas himself recalls the saying of Aristotle that "the thing is the whiter, the less it is mixed with black,"45 without mentioning, however, that the reverse proposition: "the thing is the blacker, the less it is mixed with white," not only has the same validity as the first but is also its logical equivalent. He might also have mentioned that not only darkness is known through light, but that, conversely, light is known through darkness.

In solitude let there be squandering of abundance. For community is the depth, while solitude is the height. The true order in community purifies and preserves. The true order in solitude purifies and increases. Community gives us warmth, while solitude gives us the light.

see both sides. [We] become aware not only of [our] moral inferiorities but also, automatically, of [our] good qualities. [We] rightly say, "I can't be as bad as all that." To confront a person with his shadow is to show him his own light.

furnished with the dimmest light, never enough to illuminate the darkness in which they grope.

Deberíamos crecer como un árbol que tampoco sabe de su ley. Sin embargo, nos atamos a intenciones, sin tener en cuenta el hecho de que la intención es limitación, e incluso exclusión de la vida. Creemos poder aclarar una oscuridad con una intención y con ello pasamos por alto la luz. ¿Cómo podemos atrevernos a querer saber por anticipado de dónde nos vendrá la luz?

Doubt is the crown of life and all certainty is merely one-sided. For in uncertainty and doubt, truth and error come together. Doubt is life. When you are in doubt you have the greatest opportunity to unite the dark and the light sides of life.

He was my tormentor and my solace; the creator of the dark and the light within.

Bridge; candles were being lit in the four-storey houses

all of [her] is brushed with light, so much glare she seems to singe the very tissue of remembrance. — C.K. Williams, from "Combat," Poems 1963-1983 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988)

THE WINDOWS Within these dark chambers, where I live through oppressive days, I pace up and down, trying to find the windows.-When a window opens, it will be a consolation. But the windows are not to be found, or I am unable to find them. And perhaps it's better that I don't. Perhaps the light will be a new tyranny. Who knows what novel things it will reveal.

If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.

This light that could be either enlightenment or madness fills my head.

So I repeat, that which I thought was the road to hell is strewn with angels. That which seemed dismally cursed held a thread of light. On this narrow thread, stretched like a tightrope, we all balance. Umbrella held high, one foot in front of the other, fearless dancers at the end of this millennium hover above the abyss. Down below, a web of wings cushions our fall.

Flashes of silver and brilliantly colored scales caught the light of a few dim worklamps that were on, increasing the eerie impression that the fish were a terrified audience searching for a way out of this place of death and back to those deep, dark regions where men and their brutal ways were unknown.

Their glowed as brightly as any candle in the room.

The sun came over the horizon with an exuberant leap.

Western science is a product of the Apollonian mind: its hope is that by naming and classification, by the cold light of intellect, archaic night can be pushed back and defeated.

my only journey of concern was to be like the sun, to make it through the day offering as much light and warmth and consistency for others as I could—one single day. Each day.

It took me the entire day watching the sun plod across the sky, but Lord Shiva helped me understand that my only journey of concern was to be like the sun, to make it through the day offering as much light and warmth and consistency for others as I could—one single day. Each day. That was all." She drew a steadied breath. "So from that day on, I have continued to get up in the morning and offer that light, as much as I am able, in my own small way.