Quotes About Light

Scoprii che Achille non era sempre così serio come sembrava. La sua compostezza imperturbabile nascondeva un altro volto, divertente e sfaccettato come una gemma che catturava la luce.

My eye catches on a light head among dozens of dark, tousled crowns. I lean forward to see. Hair lit like honey in the sun, and within it, glints of gold—the circlet of a prince.

embossed with the story of the princess Danae. Zeus had wooed her in a shower of golden light, and she had borne him Perseus, Gorgon-slayer, second only to Heracles among our heroes.

Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

A su muerte, Aquiles enterraría con él todas las cosas veloces, hermosas y luminosas.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood, like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun.

Se inclinaban hacia él como las flores hacia el sol, ávidos de recibir su brillo. Era lo que había dicho Ulises una vez: él tenía luz suficiente para hacerles héroes a todos.

And we remembered, too, which god he served. The divinity of light and medicine and plague. Achilles slipped out of the tent when the moon was high. He came back some time later, smelling of the sea. "What does she say?" I asked, sitting up in bed. "She says we are right.

Yo me había escapado y ahora estaba eufórico, disfrutando de la vertiginosa luz de la soledad. Era la primera vez que estaba solo desde hacía muchas semanas.

Hayat?m çamurdan ve derinlikten olu?uyordu ama ben o karanl?k sular?n bir parças? de?ildim. O sular?n içindeki bir varl?kt?m

Doua umbre se intind in bezna una spre cealalta, in amurgul ce s-a lasat greu, fara speranta. Cand li se intalnesc mainile, se revarsa potop de lumina, ca o suta de urne de aur revarsandu-se din soare.

Here, when you looked into darkness, there was God.

Who knows what light housework means? One nun's light could be another nun's penal servitude.

Such an archetypal experience of sunrise is common to us all, throughout the history of all times and ages. The soul has a desire for light and an irrepressible urge to rise out of primal darkness. The moment in which light comes is God – it brings redemption, release.

Love is not consolation," she wrote. "It is light." All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

I invent her, then, as a woman emerging from the sea. A tall man meets here on the black sand. You've come back, he says. Can barely see her in the sea-light. They make love there, and become horses. As night grows black they become weeds

But now you are talking as if love were a consolation. Simone Weil warned otherwise. "Love is not consolation," she wrote. "It is light." 240.

Love is not consolation," she wrote. "It is light." All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

If a color could deliver hope, does it follow that it could also bring despair?

Then again, perhaps [depression] does feel like a fire -- the blue core of it, not the theatrical orange crackling. I have spent a lot of time staring at the core in my own "dark chamber," and I can testify that is provides an excellent example of how blue gives way to darkness -- and then how, without warning, the darkness grows up into a cone of light.

Does the light still slant into my chamber in the evening, just before it disappears below the city's roofs? Do you miss me? Even a little? Does anyone ever go and stand before my portrait?

Use your own light and return to the source of light. This is called practicing eternity.

May we walk with grace and may the light of the universe shine upon our path.

Voici la crèche éternelle Dans la nuit répand une lueur nouvelle Qu'aucune nuit ne la détruise Mais brille d'une foi continuelle…