Quotes About Light

The sun is nearly audible.

the light, by the light, by the light of the bloodred moon. I'll be killing you soon.

He touches my cheek lightly with his fingers. 'You- I thought-' I stare up into his eyes, puzzled by his expression. 'Are you hurt?' he asks. I shake my head. The prince turns away from me abruptly.

Space is so dark that looking out at it confounds the brain. The more you stare at the vastness of it, at the hanging stars and the swirling galaxies, the more you start to notice how imprecise words like 'dark' and 'black' and 'endless' are. There are so many gradients of shadow, all of them terrifying to me. That's why I keep the lights on.

She looks incandescent with joy, his attention the light in which her beauty shines especially bright.

It's beautiful, no?' he asks, a little smile on his face. A light in his fox eyes. It is, of course. All of Faerie is beautiful like this, with carnage hidden just beneath.

It's supposed to be very beautiful, the Citadel,' Oak says. 'It is beautiful, Wren?' When the light went through the ice of the castle, it made rainbows that danced along its cold halls. You could almost see through the walls, as though the whole place was one large, cloudy window. When I was brought to it for the first time, I thought it was like living inside a sparkling diamond. 'It's not,' I say. 'It's an ugly place.

I feel light. I am unwinding. I am unfurling like a banner.

They streak past me in to the hall in a blast of gossamer.

Ah! A lady of mystery. My very favourite kind!' He's wearing a green doublet, with slits to show his silk shirt underneath. HIs fox eyes are alight. He looks like a faerie lover stepped out of a ballad, the kind where no good comes to the girl who runs away with him.

Papery moths fly above our heads, circling up as though tragically drawn to the light of the stars.

Rosy-fingered dawn appeared, the early-born.

A mothers happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.

A line is a method of expressing the effect of light upon an object; but there are no lines in Nature, everything is solid. We draw by modeling, that is to say, that we disengage an object from its setting; the distribution of the light alone gives to a body the appearance by which we know it.

Quand les enfants commencent à voir, ils sourient; quand une jeune fille entrevoit le sentiment dans la nature, elle sourit comme elle souriait enfant. Si la lumière est le premier amour de la vie, l'amour n'est-il pas la lumière du cœur?

Love is the one thing that can really sure-enough lighten all of life's dark clouds.

Just let your light shine! That's about all you have to do. One of the things that this far-out righteous cat named Krishnamarti says is that you don't change the world, you change yourself. The world is a projection of yourself and you change the world around you.... That's how the world gets changed. (Gridley)

to return to that shadowy time of preexistence, she thought, when there was nothing particularly pressing to do except the occasional somersault, no thoughts, just interesting sensations of light and sound, and no loneliness, because those other two versions of you, who had been there forever, were right there beside you, not going anywhere.

We may rightly shrink from saying that any given individual is certainly so unfaithful to light and grace as to incur the eternal loss of God, we do know that many are so. God knows who they are.

My mind shine even when my thoughts seem dark.

And now from yonder hill the sun's bright beams Shine through the mist, and flood the world with light; The path winds on, leaving our broken dreams Of tangled briar and brake far out of sight. The dawn of hope has come our heart to cheer; The path before us shines in the sun's ray. We follow on, into the coming year, And in hope's sunshine greet each op'ning day.

WordsWorth. Darkness Visible

She poured me another drink and in the light breeze of her movements I smelled again the manufactured smell of these women.