Quotes About Light

leaves — lovers of the gentle breeze trees — brothers of roots that weave soil — giver of life through earth sun — mother of golden light's birth

With a single candle, night burns into infinity.

October's Autumn casts a gentle light and a calm serenity before the stark barrenness of Winter is born to November

There are worlds in an opal.

Always look on the bright side of life. Otherwise it'll be too dark to read.

Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in...

The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.

The poem is, then, a little myth of man's capacity for making life meaningful. And in the end, the poem is not a thing we see — it is, rather, a light by which we may see — and what we see is life.

A rose in sunlight is nature. A rose in the dark is poetry.

Good poetry, like music or a sweet touch, can doctor us up, be an antidote for an hour or longer, help us to get dressed for another day — combat the blues enough to mount the horse again; and maybe even aid one in laying down the insidious weight of some old grudge or deep-rooted anxiety. Herein enters Rumi.... draws us near to his — and our own — inner light.... From head to toe this guy is blazing. He is like a cyclone one wants to be drawn into...

When we pray, our hearts glow a glorious joy that lights our souls and all the world around us.

Pray so hard that your words glow in the dark.

The candle of prayer answers the darkness.

A proverb is much light condensed in one flash.

Proverbs are the lamps to words.

Be thou the rainbow to the storms of life! The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, And tints to-morrow with prophetic ray!

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed....

The rainbow, "the bridge of the gods," proved to be the bridge to our understanding of light — much more important.

Rose with the odd consciousness of being free of my daily task. I have heard that the fish-women go to church of a Sunday with their creels new washed, and a few stones in them for ballast, just because they cannot walk steadily without their usual load. I feel something like them, and rather inclined to take up some light task, than to be altogether idle.

Virtually every process is best carried out at one time or other of the year and that is not something to take lightly... There is much more to seasonality, though, than breeding or migration. Virtually every internal process alters... We humans were clearly highly seasonal beasts until the coming of electric light but traces remain.

A smile can brighten the darkest day.

At 5:29:45, everything happened at once. But it was too fast for the watchers to distinguish: no human eye can separate millionths of a second; no human brain can record such a fraction of time. No one, therefore, saw the actual first flash of cosmic fire. What they saw was its dazzling reflection on surrounding hills. It was, in the words of the observer from The New York Times: a light not of this world, the light of many suns in one.

the dimming light seemed to make the house disappear into the sky

Ba sighed and took out another candle for the lantern. The light from the lamp kept away the forest animals but it could do nothing for Ma's fury. Her resentment seemed to darken with the fading moon.