Quotes About Light

Men who had poetry in their soul come silently into the world and live quietly down the years, and yet when they are gone no moon in the sky is lucid enough to compare with the light they shed when they are among the living.

Por encima de aquel cansancio y de aquella podredumbre se levantaba la luz de la luna. No había más que mirar al cielo para verla. Abajo, en los callejones, se olvidaba una de ella...

Tal vez el sentido de la vida para una mujer consiste únicamente en ser descubierta así, mirada de manera que ella misma se sienta irradiante de luz.» No en mirar, no en escuchar venenos y torpezas de los otros, sino en vivir plenamente el propio goce de los sentimientos y las sensaciones, la propia desesperación y alegría. La propia maldad o bondad...

Not a red rose or a satin heart. I give you an onion. It is a moon wrapped in brown paper, It promises light Like the careful undressing of love. Here. It will blind you with tears Like a lover.

Light gatherer. You fell from a star into my lap, the soft lamp at the bedside mirrored in you, and now you shine like a snowgirl, a buttercup under a chin, the wide blue yonder you squeal at and fly in

This was how he saw himself: balancing on the event horizon, trying not to get sucked into the black hole, trying to hang on to the light.

It was cold but she could handle it. It was light she missed, light that would've made things better – fuck the festive season, light was all anyone with half a brain wanted – the only good thing about all the fuss, the commercialism, the consumerism, the churchy crap with the kid in a manger and the we-three-wise-ass-kings: it was all just people looking for light.

I consecrate this deck to bring light wherever there is darkness," River said, "and I dedicate this deck for guidance and wisdom for myself and others for the highest good for all concerned.

The natural way to activate inner potential is to shine the light of consciousness upon it.

nothing she did or said was quite what she meant but still her life could be called a monument shaped in a slant of available light and set to the movement of possible music

We can try to balance sympathy and skepticism. And then we can learn to hold our conclusions lightly, lightly enough so that we can let them go if justice demands that we do.

What the light looks like in the pear trees, in October, is a hundred teardrops of gold, the whole orchard weeping.

He was one of those people who completely changes when they smile. Like the sun had come out.

and if anyone was ever going to live eternally in the light, I think it would be you.

He could make you feel really special that way, singularly special, as though you were a bright light in his life and he had some key to that light, a way of accessing the things about you that were real and true.

cry. He knew that the light from stars was light that was dead already, that what you were seeing was the past, not your present, and certainly not your future.

All of the aforementioned popular "vibration raising" practices have a way of brightening the light in our being, which tends to intensify and sharpen the presence of our latent darkness.

Go toward the light always, be without ships.

The quality of light just before dusk on a clear winter day is loaded with poignancy. My mother had called it "the blue hour," when melancholy slips into a room unnoticed and touches everything with a sprinkling of pain.

The patterns overhead shifted so that, had she an imagination prone to hysteria, she could easily convince herself something hid in the curtains above her head. She imagined a face in the shadows and folds of fabric, a face with sad, hollow eyes. The sliver of light shining through a crack in the window curtains disappeared. Shadows deepened and swirled and the face became even more uncannily real.

But I say there was a race of hardy laughers, mystics, crazies, who knew their real homes, or who had been drawn to this gold coast for years, and they lived through the destroying light, and on, into Light ages.

Souls were webs of light that contained the essence of a human's life. Memories and loves, children and families. Every moment of life, pressing in

Souls were webs of light that contained the essence of a human's life.

There are stars whose radiance is visible on Earth though they have long been extinct. There are people whose brilliance continues to light the world though they are no longer among the living. These lights are particularly bright when the night is dark. They light the way for humankind. —Hannah Senesh, poet, playwright, and paratrooper (1921–1944)