Quotes About Light

One of the three candles burned out, and darkness eagerly pulled its chair a little closer to the table.

They followed the light and the shadow, and the light led them forward to light and the shadow led them to darkness. —T. S. ELIOT, Choruses from The Rock, VII

beyond every darkness, dawn approached

I will lead the blind by a road they do not know; by paths they have not known I will guide them. I will turn the darkness before them into light, the rough places into level ground. These are the things I will do, and I will not forsake them.

It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We

The sunlight had broken through the trees and landed on her like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

It started to snow—light flakes that drifted down from the heavens like small feathers released from angel pillows.

When you put beads in your knitting, you are really putting bits of light in your knitting. The gleam and color-play of beads add a whole other dimension that could be demure or outrageous, as you please. Your choice of beads and yarn uniquely expresses your personality. —Sivia Harding, designer and teacher

I feel claustrophobic. I need more than a couple of hours' light a day. I'm sick and tired of watching the sun set two hours after dawn. I need more light than this.

Overhead, a fluff of a cloud was framed with pure golden light from the sun that was hidden from her view. Awed by the sight, she studied the dark nooks and crannies in the body of the cloud within the frame and smiled. Like the cloud, her life was filled with troubles and doubt, as well as joy. At times like this, she needed to remember that God was always behind her, surrounding her with the light of His love, even though she could not see He was there.

Nothing is duller than a progression of common chords. One wants some contrast, which breaks up the clear white light and makes it iridescent.

After the film it was raining, a light steady rain. Ruthless neon on the wet streets like busted candy.

I'm sure we were all feeling blessed on this ferryboat among the humps of very green--in the sunlight almost coolly burning, like phosphorus--islands, and the water of inlets winking in the sincere light of day, under a sky as blue and brainless as the love of God, despite the smell, the slight, dreamy suffocation, of some kind of petroleum-based compound used to seal the deck's seams.

Upon Waking at the far edge of earth, night is going away. another poem begins. slumped over the typewriter i must get this exactly, i want to make it clear this morning that your face, as it opens from its shadow, is more perfect than yesterday; and that the light, as it hesitates over the approach of your smile, has given this aching bed more than warmth, more than poems; someway a generous rose, or a very delicate arrangement of sounds, has come to peace in this new room.

The water of inlets winking in the sincere light of day, under a sky as blue and brainless as the love of God.

I go to the movies as I'd go to the dawn, / and the triumphs there, the things that are brought to light, / the large, sad lives of people not so different from me, their stories heard / through a tumbler held to the ear / and seen through a gauze of falling sand— / these are my triumphs; I am brought to light. — Denis Johnson, from "Movie Within a Movie," The Veil: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1987)

and the angels were descending out of a brilliant blue summer, their huge faces streaked with light and full of pity. The sight of them cut through my heart and down the knuckles of my spine.

The sun lowered itself through the roof of clouds, ignited the sea, and filled the big picture window with molten light, so that we did our dealing and dreaming in a brilliant fog.

A smile is the light in your window that tells others that there is a caring, sharing person inside.

The foghorn of Boston Light moaned across the harbor, a sound Teddy had heard every night of his childhood in Hull. The loneliest sound he knew. Made you want to hold something, a person, a pillow, yourself.

The harsh light above them caught her face, and Sean could see what she'd look like when she was much older - a handsome woman, scarred by wisdom she never asked for.

She had that light about her that turned people around her into moths.

Quanti psichiatri servono per cambiare una lampadina? -Non saprei. Quanti? -Otto. -E perché? -Ah, la smetta di iperanalizzare! Umorismo da strizza cervelli.

Evening precedes morning for the simple and even obvious reason that darkness preceded light. Prior to the universe, all was dark. Light needed to be created, not darkness.