Quotes About Light

But again the world has been spared. Light roams the streets inventing dirty colours And with a certain remorse For my complicity in the day's rebirth I ask my house to exist

Vibrante en las espadas y en la pasión y dormidas en la hiedra, solo la vida existe. El espacio y el tiempo son formas suyas, son instrumentos mágicos del alma, y cuando ésta se apague, se apagarán con ella el espacio, el tiempo y la muerte, como al cesar la luz caduca el simulacro de los espejos. ('La recoleta', Luna de enfrente - 1925)

Am cugetat c? nici chiar în limbajele umane nu exist? propoziÈ›ie care s? nu implice universul întreg; a spune tigrul înseamn? a spune tigrii care l-au z?mislit, cerbii È™i È›estoasele pe care el le-a devorat, p??unea din care s-au hr?nit cerbii, p?mântul care a fost maic? a p??unii, cerul care a dat lumin? p?mântului.

Cheerfulness keeps up a kind of daylight in the mind.

Everything can change in Petersburg except its weather. And its light. It's the northern light, pale and diffused, one in which both memory and eye operate with unusual sharpness. In this light, and thanks to the directness and length of the streets, a walker's thoughts travel farther than his destination...

JeÅ›li zaÅ'o?y?, ?e piÄ™kno jest takÄ… dystrybucjÄ… Å›wiatÅ'a, która najbardziej odpowiada naszej siatkówce, Å'za jest formÄ… przyznania siÄ™ do niemo?noÅ›ci zatrzymania przez siatkówkÄ™ – a tak?e przez sama Å'zÄ™ – tego piÄ™kna na staÅ'e. MiÅ'o??, ?eby to tak podsumowa?, ma prÄ™dko?? Å›wiatÅ'a; rozstanie – prÄ™dko?? d?wiÄ™ku

O God in heaven, if you're so designed that you can listen to two voices blast at once from but one set of lips and find in them not noise but strife between the past and future, raise to you my coughing mind and plant its microbes where your light is cast. Divide among them with your mighty hand the sum of these convulsive thoughts and days. And leave the fraction of me left behind to triumph over silence then, at least.

The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.

What am I? Am I the bulb that carries the light, or am I the light of which the bulb is a vehicle?

The problem of the theologian is to keep his symbol translucent, so that it may not block out the very light it is supposed to convey.

Every act has both good and evil results. Every act in life yields pairs of opposites in its results. The best we can do is lean toward the light, toward the harmonious relationships that come from compassion with suffering, from understanding the other person.

The adventure of the hero represents the moment in his life when he achieved illumination - the nuclear moment when, while still alive, he found and opened the road to the light beyond the dark walls of our living death

One thing that comes out in myths, for example, is at the bottom of the abyss comes the voice of salvation. The black moment is the moment when the real message of transformation is going to come. At the darkest moment comes the light.

Myths inspire the realization of the possibility of your perfection, the fullness of your strength, and the bringing of solar light into the world. Slaying monsters is slaying the dark things. Myths grab you somewhere down inside.

Qué soy? ¿Soy la lámpara que transporta la luz, o soy la luz y la lámpara es mi vehículo?

One problem with Yahweh, as they used to say in the old Christian Gnostic texts, is that he forgot he was a metaphor. He thought he was a fact. And when he said, "I am God," a voice was heard to say, "You are mistaken, Samael." "Samael" means "blind god": blind to the infinite Light of which he is a local historical manifestation. This is known as the blasphemy of Jehovah—that he thought he was God.

the sunlight has neverheard of trees

When thy neighbours house is on fire, by its light thou mayest see thine own danger,

New York bakes in a cess of gritty fug all summer, and congeals into gray slush all winter. There are a couple of days in the spring and autumn when the sky is madonna blue, the air crisp, and the light bright and sparkling, and that's when they take the pictures and make the romantic comedies.

Man is like a star, they both need to emanate to be.

In the morning, in the morning, In the happy field of hay, Oh they looked at one another By the light of day. In the blue and silver morning On the haycock as they lay, Oh they looked at one another And they looked away.

Lie you easy, dream you light, And sleep you fast for aye; And luckier may you find the night Than ever you found the day.

All miracles are promised to faith, and what is faith except the audacity of will which does not hesitate in the darkness, but advances towards the light in spite of all ordeals, and surmounting all obstacles? It

All miracles are promised to faith, and what is faith except the audacity of will which does not hesitate in the darkness, but advances towards the light in spite of all ordeals, and surmounting all obstacles?