Quotes About Light

Is there anything more loyal than the sun?

Where there is sunshine the doctor starves.

Day is a solar cathedral, night a starry sanctuary.

Moonlight is sculpture: sunlight is painting.

The sun is not only a painter but a sculptor.

What more pleasant sensation than sunshine on skin, Spirit and flesh drinking in nature's pure light.

When my heart is heavy, the sun helps make it light.

When an American says that he loves his country, he means not only that he loves the New England hills, the prairies glistening in the sun, the wide and rising plains, the great mountains, and the sea. He means that he loves an inner air, an inner light in which freedom lives and in which a man can draw the breath of self-respect.

The lakes are something which you are unprepared for; they lie up so high, exposed to the light, and the forest is diminished to a fine fringe on their edges, with here and there a blue mountain, like amethyst jewels set around some jewel of the first water, — so anterior, so superior, to all the changes that are to take place on their shores, even now civil and refined, and fair as they can ever be.

Tonight's forecast: dark. Continued mostly dark tonight, turning to widely scattered light in the morning.

WEEKEND. — Light at the end of the tunnel. Extra sleep. Extra fun. Sanity break!

A woman's hopes are hopes are woven of sunbeams; a shadow annihilates them.

Let your pen faithfully reflect the glint of light from your soul.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, and not my love to see...

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

A candle is a lovely thing; It makes no noise or stir at all, But softly gives itself away, While, quite unselfish, it grows small...

Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

Is't death to fall for Freedom's right? He's dead alone who lacks her light!

Share your sparkle wherever you are.

Light comes to us unexpectedly and obliquely. Perhaps it amuses the gods to try us. They want to see whether we are asleep.

At least I have the flowers of myself, and my thoughts, no god can take that; I have the fervour of myself for a presence and my own spirit for light; and my spirit with its loss knows this; though small against the black, small against the formless rocks, hell must break before I am lost; before I am lost, hell must open like a red rose for the dead to pass.

yet for all your arrogance and your glance, I tell you this: such loss is no loss, such terror, such coils and strands and pitfalls of blackness such terror is no loss; hell is no worse than your earth above the earth, hell is no worse, no, nor your flowers nor your veins of light nor your presence, a loss; my hell is no worse than yours though you pass among the flowers and speak with the spirits above the earth.

Bring joy into the world, because you are joy. Bring love into the world, because you are love. Bring light into the world, because you are light. Be authentic, and you express your part, as only you can, and the world becomes a better place, for all creation

We are each in essence a ray of sunshine illuminating from one sun, one source, one reality we call God