Quotes About Light

Si, te han mentido. El diablo no es el príncipe de la materia, el diablo es la arrogancia del espíritu, la fe sin sonrisa, la verdad jamás tocada por la duda. El diablo es sombrío porque sabe adónde va y siempre va hacia el sitio que procede. Eres el diablo, y como el diablo vives en las tinieblas.

Alev görkemli bir ayd?nl?ktan, olaÄŸanüstü bir güçten ve bir ateÅŸ s?cakl???ndan oluÅŸur, ama bu görkemli ayd?nl?k ???tmak içindir; ateÅŸ s?cakl??? da yakmak için.

observe the cascades of light that spread through the darkness of a cathedral, stirring within themselves a multitude of monads, seeds, indissoluble natures, drops of incense that exploded spontaneously, primordial atoms engaged in combat, battles, skirmishes by squadrons, amid numberless conjunctions and separations—obvious proof of the composition of this universe of ours, made of nothing but prime bodies teeming in the void.

a cor não é mais do que a luz do sol aprisionada ...

Do not fear the darkness; it does not threaten, but protects us.

It lives and breathes in the light, because it has thousands of unfortunates toiling in the darkness. It lives and has its being in proud liberty because thousands are slaving for it, whose thraldom is the price of this liberty. This

It was the kind of silence that fills you with light and makes you believe you can do anything you want.

What I will always remember about Havana is the light...All I can see is the blinding light of Havana. It's burned into my retina. It still hurts my eyes.

Energy is not a single, easily definable entity, but rather an abstract collective concept, adopted by nineteenth-century physicists to cover a variety of natural and anthropogenic (generated by humans) phenomena. Its most commonly encountered forms are heat (thermal energy), motion (kinetic or mechanical energy), light (electromagnetic energy) and the chemical energy of fuels and foodstuffs.

If you loved the world the Creator had made for you, you did not shut out the blue heaven and its lights, or lie in foul air in a stuffy room, when in a bed outside you could smell the morning and watch its mother-of-pearl light softly touch the hills.

A soft, gentle light fell on the forest-floor, diffused by a screen of foliage. The air itself was thick and congealed; a fighter-pilot, accustomed to a rushing wind, felt this very acutely.

La luce della sera svela la natura profonda delle cose, trasforma l'impressione visiva in un quadro, la rende storia, sentimento, destino. Con il sole al tramonto, le macchie di fango e di fuliggine hanno mille voci, il cuore sussulta e tu hai di fronte felicità ormai perdute, lutti che non possono essere colmati, errori amari e la malìa eterna della speranza.

My darling, my dying, my light, my sight, my night my whole day long.

Si tú murieras Las estrellas a pesar de su lámpara encendida Perderían el camino ¿Qué sería del universo?

Sin miedo al enigma de ti mismo Acaso encuentres una luz sin noche Perdida en las grietas de los precipicios»

It was deep afternoon when shadows begin to grow, light becomes gold, and you realize that this particular day has reached its destiny. Like old age, it's not yet over, but there's no denying the time of day.

The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.

What makes night within us may leave stars.

Nobody loves the light like the blind man.

Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

Whatever causes night in our souls may leave stars. Cimourdain was full of virtues and truth, but they shine out of a dark background.

A cannonball travels only two thousand miles an hour; light travels two hundred thousand miles a second. Such is the superiority of Jesus Christ over Napoleon.

What a great thing, to be loved! What a greater thing still, to love! The heart becomes heroic though passion…if no one loved, the sun would go out.

I see black light (his last words)