Quotes About Light

Planck time and Planck length," I said. "I don't remember exactly—something about combining the three fundamental constants of physics—gravity, Planck's constant, and the speed of light. I remember it gave some tiny little units of length and time.

Maybe not today, Maybe not tomorrow. But somewhere down the line, there has to be a light.

It was then, there in the darkness, with only those little pin-points of light to see by, light from a world away where other people with their own problems and their own secrets lived their own lives, that everything in our world changed for good.

You know," my aunt says, "I once had a terribly difficult period that lasted twenty-four years." Wait. Twenty-four years? "And it was so important to realize that I didn't know what was on the other side of the darkness. Every so often there was a sliver of light that shot the whole world through with mystery and wonder, and reminded me: I didn't have all the information.

And it was so important to realize that I didn't know what was on the other side of the darkness. Every so often there was a sliver of light that shot the whole world through with mystery and wonder, and reminded me: I didn't have all the information.

It wasn't scary. I mean, it was scary being in the dark and cold and everything, but when the lady, Mrs. Wilf, died, it was like everything had no beginning, and no end. Like we were lightyears away and here, all at the same time.

south of France, where he embraced the sunny, light cuisine of Provence—as bright as a Van Gogh sunflower.

You want these back, don't you? You want me out of here so you can come back and take over where you left off. I don't blame you. It's your body and your brain-and your life, even though you weren't able to make much use of it. I don't have the right to take it away from you. Nobody does. Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say?...

Who's to say my light is better than your darkness?

Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness?

It is impossible to tell what proportion is memory and what exists here and now—so that a strange compound is formed of memory and reality; past and present; response to stimuli stored in my brain centers, and response to stimuli in this room. It's as if all the things I've learned have fused into a crystal universe spinning before me so that I can see all the facets of it reflected in gorgeous bursts of light. . . .

Benim ?????m?n senin karanl???ndan daha iyi olduÄŸunu kim söyleyebilir.

Anyone who has common sense will remember that the bewilderments of the eyes are of two kinds, and arise from two causes, either from coming out of the light or from going into the light

When we got to her doorway, she turned quickly and kissed my cheek. Good night, Charlie. I'm glad you called me. I'll see you at the lab. She closed the door and I stood outside the building and looked at the light in her apartment window until it went out. There is no question about it now. I'm in love.

The sage is thus capable of acting with lightning-bolt speed, because dualistic thought no longer paralyzes him. His acts are instantaneous and carriers of light; this is what is called nonaction.

The glittering stars in her eyes were going nova, like they weren't merely reflecting light but, instead, projecting it.

Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

I believe in the sun. In the tangle of human failures of fear, greed and forgetfulness, the sun gives me clarity.

Of his performing the miracle, Jesus told his disciples, "As long as it is day, we must do the work of him who sent me… While I am in the world, I am the light of the world."

I will love the sun for it warms my soul. I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light, for it shows me the way. But I love you most, for you are my dream come true.

The day she let go of the things that were weighing her down, was the day she began to shine the brightest.

We all lose friends.. we lose them in death, to distance and over time. But even though they may be lost, hope is not. The key is to keep them in your heart, and when the time is right, you can pick up the friendship right where you left off. Even the lost find their way home, when you leave the light on.

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

My love is like the stars of the sky and maybe you do not understand the importance of what a little light from the stars can do but someday you will realize that you need it too and look up to it.