Quotes About Light

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations; your skin throbs like the streak of a meteror through rain. Your hips were that much of the moon for me; and deep mouth and its delights, that much sun; your heart, fiery with its long red rays, was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade. So I pass across your burning form, kissing you—compact and planetary, from Love Sonnet "XVI

Me hizo falta la luz de tu energía y miré devorando la esperanza...

only do not forget, if i wake up crying it's only because in my dream i'm a lost child hunting through the leaves of the night for your hands and there is nothing but shadows where you accompany me in your dreams and tell me the hour of light

tudo me leva para ti, como se tudo o que existe, aromas, luz, metais, fossem pequenos barcos que navegam até às tuas ilhas que me esperam.

We must sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.

I don't know anything about light, from where it comes nor where it goes, I only want the light to light up

You change between teeth and desire into nothing but cool light that loosens into a stream that touched us singing. And thus you don't weigh us down in the burning siesta hour, you don't weigh us down, you just go by and your great heart like a cold ember changed into the water of a single drop. — Pablo Neruda, from "Ode to a Watermelon," Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon: Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda (HarperFlamingo, 1997)

honey, mysterious, rich and massive honey, dense aroma, liquid light that falls in thick drops

Because while life harasses us, love is only a wave taller than the other waves: but oh, when death comes knocking at the gate, there is only your glance against so much emptiness, only your light against extinction, only your love to shut out the shadows.

Heavenly Father, my body cells are made of light, my fleshly cells are made of Thee. They are Spirit, for Thou art Spirit; they are immortal, for Thou art Life.

We are all made in the image of God, beings of immortal consciousness cloaked in diaphanous heavenly light—a heritage buried beneath the cloddish flesh. That heritage we can only acknowledge by meditation. There is no other way—not by reading books, not by philosophical study, but by devotion and continuous prayer and scientific meditation that uplifts the consciousness to God.

The law of miracles is operable by any man who has realized that the essence of creation is light. A master is able to employ his divine knowledge of light phenomena to project instantly into perceptible manifestation the ubiquitous light atoms. The actual form of the projection (whatever it be: a tree, a medicine, a human body) is determined by the yogi's wish and by his power of will and of visualisation. At

The sun shines equally on diamond and charcoal, but one has developed qualities that enable it to reflect the sunlight brilliantly, while the other absorbs all the sunlight. Emulate the diamond in your dealings with people. Brightly reflect the light of God's love.

According to Einstein] only a material body whose mass is infinite could equal the velocity of light. [...] The masters who are able to materialise and dematerialise their bodies or any other object and to move with the velocity of light, and to utilise the creative light-rays in bringing into instant visibility any physical manifestation, have fulfilled the lawful condition: their mass is infinite.

A yogi who through perfect meditation has merged his consciousness with the Creator perceives the cosmical essence as light (vibrations of life energy); to him there is no difference between the light rays composing water and the light rays composing land. Free from matter-consciousness, free from the three dimensions of space and the fourth dimension of time, a master transfers his body of light with equal ease over or through the light rays of earth, water, fire and air.

The yogi [...] sees the universe as the Lord created it: an essentially undifferentiated mass of light.

The law of miracles is operable by any man who has realized that the essence of creation is light. A master is able to employ his divine knowledge of light phenomena to project instantly into perceptible manifestation the ubiquitous light atoms. The actual form of the projection (whatever it be: a tree, a medicine, a human body) is determined by the yogi's wish and by his power of will and of visualization.

Just as lighted candles are not meant to be covered by bushel baskets but put on candlesticks to shed their light, so also, souls are lighted with the inherent presence of God, not to be enshrouded by ignorance, uselessness, materiality, and death, but that they may, with the illumination of wisdom and goodness, enlighten spiritually darkened lives.

A God-tuned master: Innocent of all personal motives, and employing the creative will bestowed on him by the Creator, a yogi rearranges the light atoms of the universe to satisfy any sincere prayer of a devotee.

The cosmos [is] a varied expression of one power - light, guided by divine intelligence.

The tragedy of death is unreal... Children of light; they will not sleep forever in delusion [in the physical world of maya illusions]. [...] Creation is only a vast motion picture; and not in it, but beyond it, lies [one's] own reality.

Just as persons on the cinema screen appear to move and act through a series of light pictures, and do not actually breathe, so the astral beings walk and work as intelligently guided and coordinated images of light, without the necessity of drawing power from oxygen.

But he does worry about it—in the long hours of darkness. And then, in the morning, he forgets the weakness of the night.

It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.