Quotes About Light

Hunter tucked in his chin to study the girl's mud-streaked face and found himself wondering how he ever could have thought her ugly. Could a shaft of sunlight be ugly? A sparkle of moonlight upon water?

Hadn't I wanted to be known like that? Seen from the inside, lit from within

some twenty more miles on an old two-lane country road. Traffic was light, just a couple of pickups and a Volkswagen

He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged creature, beautiful as light. All the birds brought him feathers. Even the eagle. Even the swan.

There is one thing in this life you can never hide, and that's love. When you're in love, you can't disguise that. No one I've known can conceal it, so far as I could tell. It's like that old saying about trying to hide your light under a bushel basket, except in this case all that happens is you get this very shiny basket that glows with a light people can see from miles away.

Everything grows best in oxygen and sunlight except secrets and guilt and regrets. They like the dank spaces. Drag them out into the light and they fail to thrive.

When you're working with dementia patients, life is hard for both of you, but at least you don't have to keep coming up with new repartee. And I really don't say that to make light of the situation. I say it to find light in the situation, which I honestly think is a favor to all involved.

A beam of light sweeps down through the skylight in the roof and makes him look like the chosen one, which I often suspect he just might be. In that deep place where I believe almost nothing, I am tempted to believe that - a light, irritating tickle of belief.

When I say forever,' Koschei whispered, 'I mean until the black death of the world. An Ivan means just the present moment, the flickering light of it, in a green field, his mouth on yours. He means the stretching of that moment. But forever isn't bright; it isn't like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

Sweet as cherries, bright as berries, light of my moony sky.

So much light, sweet girl, begins in the dark.

And my cases end like all stories end: with a sunset, and a kiss, and redemption, and iron shoes, and a sear of light from the shadows, a gun-muzzle flash that illuminates everything as the rain just keeps coming down in the motley, several-colored light of the back end of the world.

Shadows are where magic comes from. Your dark and dancing self, slipping behind and ahead and around, never quite looking at the sun.

And indeed, as night drew on the sky like a bodice, lacing it with the last beams of sunlight,

We were just holes, after all, holes filled up with light, and deep in our secret hearts we worried that we were an accident,

The Heart of Fairyland is a story," she said, and she felt so warm and light and full of rightness of it that she thought she might faint.

The light is the color of brandy seeping. It has a taste. Your skin tastes it, like you're all over tongues. The taste is sugar-cane, slowly rotting, turning into the great god rum. It's always that magic hour those film-boys love to shoot down here. Always gold.

Everything in creation is just a trick of the light - the only difference between heaven and hell is who's running those lights, who's got the switch, who knows the cues.

That's Venus, September thought. She was the goddess of love. It's nice that love comes on first thing in the evening, and goes out last in the morning. Love keeps the light on all night.

Mary's smile is a spotlight—whomever it lands upon becomes brighter, becomes more real. It lands upon us.

circled a ball of blazing gas

Springtime has a surplus of sunbeams, and I am only feline.

They ate and picked sand from their chicken in the pink light.

I see the word bombing in my mind. Bright light in the dark. It is flashing over and over. Then white light is filling my head, pressing my eyes.