Quotes About Light

whoever holds the torch casts the darkest shadow.

I still don't know much about art, but I do know that there are places inside of us?palaces of glorious light and caverns of unknowable darkness. Magical places filled with brilliant, unimaginable colors that we suffer to bring forth.

Do not give in to the urge to extinguish oneself in the waters of the world, but instead be a light above those waters to help guide the way.

aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives. Right now, I'm pleased to be in the light.

even the darkest moments of one's life can be turned around and shed light for others.

I'm in my element, and my element is hydrogen burning in the heart of the sun!

I think you're decent.' 'Maybe, maybe not. One thing you learn when you've lived as long as I have—people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives. Right now, I'm pleased to be in the light.

When he touches a wall the ooze grows thicker, drawn to his and as if he's become a gravity well for the darkness - and it occurs to me that the dark must be in love with the light. Yet one must always kill the other.

You can't imagine what it's like to be torn between darkness and light- to be a traitor no matter what move you make. If my grandmother and Marissa died tonight, it would be because I had stayed in the darkness too long, flirting with the idea of being Cedric's consigliere. If that happened, I could never live with myself- but if Cedric gave me the bite as he planned, I would be forced to live with it forever. That was the worst hell I could imagine.

I am in my element, and my element is hydrogen burning in the heart of the sun.

One thing you learn when you've lived as long as I have—people aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives. Right now, I'm pleased to be in the light.

But it seems to me that these worlds we touch upon can get so dark, anything we can do to lighten them must be a good thing, right?

it seems to me that these worlds we touch upon can get so dark, anything we can do to lighten them must be a good thing, right?

Tout ce qui est horrible porte un versant magnifique

Você aprende uma coisa depois de ter vivido tanto quanto eu vivi: as pessoas não são completamente boas nem completamente ruins. A gente passa a vida toda entrando e saindo das sombras e da luz. Neste momento eu estou feliz por estar na luz.

aren't all good, and people aren't all bad. We move in and out of darkness and light all of our lives.

Either someone with no conscience at all, or someone with a conscience so deep and sturdy that its center could still hold in the face of light extinguished.

A sense of humor, no matter how dark, is always a good thing.

I hope you approve of how we've used your image to help these children." Lev finds himself in no position to approve, or disapprove, or even to judge the wisdom of it. How do you judge the brightness of a light when you're the source? A spotlight can never see the shadows it casts. All he can do is go with it, and take his place as some sort of spiritual figure. There are worse things. Having experienced several of them, there is no question that this is better.

La gente no es completamente buena ni completamente mala. Nos pasamos la vida entrando y saliendo de la oscuridad y de la luz

It's time, Old Captain, lift anchor, sink! The land rots; we shall sail into the night; if now the sky and sea are black as ink our hearts, as you must know, are filled with light. Only when we drink poison are we well — we want, this fire so burns our brain tissue, to drown in the abyss — heaven or hell, who cares? Through the unknown, we'll find the new. (Le Voyage)

Ascend beyond the sickly atmosphere to a higher plane, and purify yourself by drinking as if it were ambrosia the fire that fills and fuels Emptiness. Free from the futile strivings and the cares which dim existence to a realm of mist, happy is he who wings an upward way on mighty pinions to the fields of light; whose thoughts like larks spontaneously rise into the morning sky; whose flight, unchecked, outreaches life and readily comprehends the language of flowers and of all mute things.

de satan ou de dieu, qu'importe! ange ou sirène, qu'importe, si tu rends -- fée aux yeux de velours, rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! -- l'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?

But how you'd please me, night! without those stars Whose light speaks in a language I have known! Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!