Quotes About Light

Vivían atormentados. Carentes de todo salvo de obscuridad. Demasiado tarde, ¿era demasiado tarde para ver la luz?

When she opened the book, the white pages were so bright against the shadows that filled the forest and the words they offered granted shelter and comfort. The letters were like footprints in the snow, a wide white landscape untouched by pain, unharmed by memories too dark to keep, too sweet to let go of.

A la luz del farolillo, cuya dudosa claridad se perdía entre las espesas sombras de

The light is dying, as all light must.

So if you, O subsequent ones, ever deign to look down at us from your summit of effortless superiority, remember that you have only scaled it on the back of our efforts. For it is thankless to grope in the dark and tempting to rest until the light of understanding shines upon us. But if we are led into this temptation, your kingdom will never come.

Nothing glows brighter than the heart awakened to the unseen light of Love that lives within it.

Mutluluk, karabulutlar kaybolduÄŸunda, gün ?????n?n doÄŸal olarak dünyay? ?s?tmas? gibi, stressiz bir yaÅŸam?n doÄŸal ifadesidir.

Daylight was coming outside, but it was not only that: courage cast its own light.

Perhaps in the darkest times all we can do is refuse to be part of the darkness.

She lifted her hands and closed them around his head... and it seemed to Catriana in that moment as if that newborn trialla in her soul began to sing. Of trials endured and trials to come, of doubt and dark and all the deep uncertainties that defined the outer boundaries of mortal life, but with love now present at the base of it all, like light, like the first stone of a rising tower.

All the roads are dark. Only at the end is there a hope of light.

I am afraid to try for more light lest it mean more dark.

EVENTUALLY, MORNING CAME. Morning always comes. There are always losses in the night, a price paid for light.

We Cyngael live where the farthest light of Jad falls. The last light of the sun. It needs attending to, my lord, lest it fail.

Shelter can be hard to find. A place can become our home for reasons we do not understand. We build the memories that turn into what we are, then what we were, as we look back. We live in the light that comes to us.

It was so strange to realize how it was only at this brink of the chasm, threshold of the dark or the god's holy light, that one could grasp and accept one's own heart's yearning for more of the world. For life.

Another breeze, entering the room. Dawn wind. He would be going home soon. He would sit with her, and look out upon the sea. Morning was coming, the god's return. Almost time to rise and go to prayer. The bed was very soft. Almost time, but the darkness had not quite lifted, light still to come, he could linger a little with memory. It was necessary, it was allowed. End it with the ending of a night.

Det finns mörker överallt just nu, svarade han. Vi kan inte undvika det, endast skingra det, och det blir inte lätt. I själva faran ligger kanhända vårt hopp om fri väg.

Is earnest enough, may earnest attract or lead to light; Is light enough, if hands in clumsy frenzy, flimsy whimsically, enlist; Is light enough when this bewilderment crying against the dark shuts down the shades? Dilute confusion. Find and explode our mist.

Writing is writing what you cannot know before you have written: it is preknowing and not knowing, blindly, with words. It occurs at the point where blindness and light meet.

This is why I go so willingly into the house of dreams: I admire them for their aptitude for non-discrimination. It is in their house that the equal light from before the guilty feeling reigns. Neither pride, nor shame.

Where Newton was reductionist, Goethe was holistic. Newton broke light apart and found the most basic physical explanation for color. Goethe walked through flower gardens and studied paintings, looking for a grand, all-encompassing explanation. Newton made his theory of color fit a mathematical scheme for all of physics. Goethe, fortunately or unfortunately, abhorred mathematics.

The sky is blue because the molecules of the atmosphere scatter the blue wavelengths more than the others; the blue seems to come from everywhere in the sky.

Heresy is the refusal to speak the truth or to live the truth in the light of the One who is the Truth.