Quotes About Light

Weather forcast for tonight: dark. Continued dark overnight, with widely scattered light by morning.

A little work, a little play,To keep us going—and so, good day!A little warmth, a little light,Of love's bestowing—and so, good night!A little fun, to match the sorrowOf each day's growing—and so, good morrow!A little trust that when we dieWe reap our sowing! and so—good-bye!

A woman's hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

The great gift of eyesight Is to spy stars at night– In dozens–or thousands– While our hearts make amends For wrongs we wrought today When, blind, we looked away From light and stumbled through Mazes, crooked, narrow.

I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.

Sing and rejoice ye children of the day and the light; for the Lord is at work in this thick night of darkness that may be felt: and the Truth doth flourish as the rose, and lilies do grow among the thorns and the plants atop the hills, and upon them the lambs doth skip and play.

The envy of excellence leads to perdition; the love of it leads to the light.

The woman's voice rose, stronger and stronger, her song holding the darkness at bay like a shield. Fear not the darkness Fear not the night You are not forsaken We remember you

Fear not the darkness Fear not the night You are not forsaken We remember you

There was light in Erra. There was also darkness, and when I looked deep into both, I recognized myself.

As I moved, darkness rolled across the floor, walls, and ceiling, a menacing shadow of my power. The light dimmed. The constellations died, snuffed out by my presence. Watch me as I end your universe.

flashed with silver and faded to a weak white glow

northern San Diego. The white stucco walls rose, interrupted by huge windows. The whole structure nearly floated off the pavement, sleek, modern, and somehow light, almost delicate. The salt-spiced wind blowing from the coast less than a mile away only strengthened the illusion. He'd

Fear not the darkness Fear not the night You are not forsaken We remember you The

It would be impossible to represent to ourselves darkness, unless light had been given to the senses.

whose true object is to shed the clearest light on every step which reason takes.

If the world is night, Shine my life like a light

Lo que se escribe es siempre otra cosa Y lo que se describe es de nuevo otra cosa Entre ambos está lo indescrito que tan pronto como es descrito abre nuevos territorios indescritos Es indescriptible Aunque la oscuridad esté definida por luz y la luz por oscuridad siempre queda un resto fuera.

Though the poor were just as afraid as the rich, and valued their lives just as much, they were more sheeplike: they needed each other, needed to link arms, to groan or laugh together. Day was breaking. A silvery blue light slid over the cobblestones, over the parapets along the quayside, over the towers of Notre-Dame.

the Seine beneath his windows, the graceful curve of the wall between his two reception rooms, the fireplace with its antique andirons and the high ceilings where light floated, a clear light coloured green and as transparent as water because it was filtered through almond-coloured canvas blinds on the balcony.

Skip had loved that lighthouse—and all it symbolized. Light in the darkness. Guidance through turbulent waters. Salvation for the floundering. Hope for lost souls.

If even a dog's tooth is truly worshipped it glows with light. The venerated object is endowed with power, that is the simple sense of the ontological proof. And if there is art enough a lie can enlighten us as well as the truth. What is the truth anyway, that truth? As we know ourselves we are fake objects, fakes, bundles of illusions. Can you determine exactly what you felt or thought or did?

What the cold light showed me was that my situation was simply unlivable. I wanted, with a desire greater than any desire which I had ever conceived could exist without instantly killing its owner by spontaneous combustion, something which I simply could not have.

What greater torment than to see that light, and then to see it eternally withdrawn?