Quotes About Light

I always think a case is like driving from here to the Gaspé. A great long distance and I can't see the end. But I don't have to. All I have to do is keep throwing light in front of me, and follow the headlights. Eventually I'll get there.

Despite himself, Beauvoir laughed. "There is strong shadow where there is much light.

All Armand's life Honoré had lived in light. Unchallenged….Armand put out his hand, and touched the door. The last room, the last door [in the longhouse]. The last territory to explore didn't hold monstrous hate or bitterness or rancid resentments. It held love. Blinding, beautiful love.

But then, Armand Gamache thought, where else would you find darkness but right up against the light? What greater triumph for evil than to ruin a garden?

Apart they were individual colors, but together they made giddy light.

Some people keep their darkness inside, and some hide their light. You, mon ami, almost certainly have a croissant in there.

A lie was a light. One that grew into a floodlight, that eventually illuminated the person among them with the biggest secret. The most to hide.

Around them the other residents of Quebec City were waking up. Coming out into the tender morning light to shovel, to scrape the snow from their cars, to walk to the boulangerie for their morning baguette and café.

He believed that light would banish the shadows. That kindness was more powerful than cruelty, and that goodness existed, even in the most desperate places. He believed that evil had its limits.

So that the boy grew an outer hull to withstand assault. But while those skins saved tender young souls, Gamache knew, they soon stopped protecting and became the problem. Because while the hard outer shell kept the hurt at bay, it also kept out the light. And inside the frightened little soul became something else entirely, nurtured only in darkness.

where else would you find darkness but right up against the light? What greater triumph for evil than to ruin a garden?

A bare bulb swished from side to side. Dust floated in what little light it threw and cobwebs hung from the rafters. It smelled of spiders.

he walked back home, pausing to marvel at the stars. Many of which no longer existed. Just their light." Chapter 10 · Page 87 · Location 1533

The room was filled with volume and volumes. With light. With peace.

Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

I see you know your art. Yes. Not many realize that it's the play of light and dark, of subtleties and extremes—

Sun poured in through the stained-glass boys in uniforms from the Great War, scattering blues and deep reds and yellows across the pine floor and oak pews.

Armand Gamache had always held unfashionable beliefs. He believed that light would banish the shadows. That kindness was more powerful than cruelty, and that goodness existed, even in the most desperate places. He believed that evil had its limits.

There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Some cracks let the light in. Some let the darkness out.

Armand Gamache had expected to need a few moments to adjust to the dark interior. He hadn't expected that he'd need to adjust to the light.

Bob has made fire torches to light people's way through the woods to the bonfire. Jo said, "I helped him make them, so I think if we call the fire brigade nice and early, perhaps about five forty-five, there's a good chance that some of the forest can be saved.

Light is the symbol of truth.

Poets so their verses write, Heap them full of life and light, And then fling them to the rude Mumbling of the multitude.