Quotes About Light

You can only come to the morning through the shadows.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

What would the world be like if we were more curious about light and less afraid to admit our own luminosity? How would our sense of beauty expand if we actively inspired each other to bring forward the light we each carry?

You are... the lens in the beam. You can only receive, give, and possess the light as the lens does.

You are the lens in the beam. You can only receive, give, and possess the light as the lens does. If you seek yourself, you rob the lens of its transparency. You will know life and be acknowledged by it according to your degree of transparency, your capacity, that is, to vanish as an end, and remain purely as a means.

Become like the sun. If you do so, all darkness will be dispelled. No matter what happens, live confidently with the conviction that you, yourself are the "sun." Of course, in life there are sunny days and cloudy days. But even on cloudy days, the sun is still there. Even when you are suffering, it is vital that you strive to keep the sun shining brightly in your heart.

When she was chair of the Orange Prize for Fiction in 2010, Daisy Goodwin wrote a controversial essay lamenting the 'unrelenting grimness' of so many novels and pointing out that 'generally great fiction contains light and shade'---not only misery but joy and humor. 'It is time for publishers to stop treating literary fiction as the novelistic equivalent of cod-liver oil: if it's nasty it must be good for you.

they always did in times of crisis—replaying the same tired video clips, indulging in pointless speculation, and interviewing the usual groups of "experts," none of whom could shed any useful light on events.

Doubt everything. Find your own light." —Last words of Gautama Buddha, in Theravada tradition

He thought if I never have anything else I will always have dawn and morning sunlight.

Time presses. Death waits even for us. We have a dream to pursue, the whitest white hope of them all, and we must follow and find it before the light fails. So long, losers. God bless. Take care. We'll be seeing you.

What is to give light must endure burning." It's by a writer named Viktor Frankl.

The true purpose of mankind is to bear the torch of truth aloft and shine it, even into the darkest places.

The daemonhost surged through the air at me, teeth bared, arms spread, incandescent with light, baying my name. It was like facing the attack run of a supersonic warcraft firing all guns. I know so. It is my misfortune to have experienced that too.

Anyway, it was big and I set up the trickiest structure. Accounts all over the world and money flying around like... The right mix of drugs and Remy Martin. Like a big whirl of light and money, pulsating like it was alive, like one of those glowing jellyfish things deep in the ocean." His voice softened and the distance that was always between Mickey and the world melted away as he spoke. I had the first glimpse into what passed for Mickey's soul: a love for illegal mathematics.

The eraser!" I said. "It's smaller and lighter, so it will fall faster. Just like small, light kids run faster than big, heavy kids.

Lies told fresh in the night fires of our dwindling solstice. A yarn becomes a legend. Tobacco spittle sears on charred logs. Light like foot lamps in a Bowery cabaret. Shadows fall upwardly to dance on a white forehead. All ablaze but the sockets of the eyes. Dark rings hold their truths. A good man turns wicked by the light of a Sturgeon Moon. Mephistopheles one and all. Savage saturnalia.

And so the light that warms us all is carefully poured from day to night and back again, in a mysterious song of balance and shared purpose. [from Princess Ruby And The Moonman]

Ma used to say stars were heaven's light peeking through pinholes in the velvet sky.

Even on cloudy days the sun waits to break through.

We came out into the afternoon sunlight, dazed by the light and the film, both agreeing that what we had just seen was, essentially, a documentary. (We didn't yet know—nor did SAC—that existing strategic operational plans, whether for first strike or retaliation, constituted a literal Doomsday Machine, as in the film.)

Try out a bright light therapy lamp in the morning. This increases serotonin levels and improves mood.

You may think yellow is a color, but it isn't. It's a psychological state. It is what human beings with working visual apparatus experience when their eyes are struck by light with a wavelength of 580 nanometers.

In the beginning God created the screen. And the screen was without form, and void; and all the pixels were dark. And God said, "Let there be a dot," and there was a dot. The dot was light, and the screen was darkness. And God said, "Let there be a paddle," and there was a paddle. When