Quotes About Light

But the joy I was experiencing was calm, the lightest breeze did not undulate the quiet waters upon which my little boat was floating and no cloud darkened my blue heaven.

Thunderstorms oft spurred these sorts of suppositions. "Maybe God is bursting with tears and he's flickering lights in His invisible bedroom

Quando procuramos no infinitamente grande um ponto infinitamente pequeno, uma fonte de luz por mais afastada que seja, quando esperamos a chegada de um som vindo do fundo do universo há apenas uma coisa de que temos a certeza absoluta: a nossa vontade de descobrir.

Tu étais entré dans ma vie comme arrive l'été, sans prévenir, avec ces éclats de lumière qu'on retrouve au matin.

Cómo había podido desaparecer todo ese amor? Y, sobre todo, ¿adónde se había ido? Quizá el amor sea como una sombra, alguien lo pisa y se lo lleva puesto. A lo mejor demasiada luz es peligrosa para el amor, o quizá sea al revés, sin luz la sombra del amor se desvanece y termina por desaparecer.

H.P. Lovecraft, wrote of places of evil and filth, of places where slimy things crawled away from the light to nurse on poison and scum.

Will is a spectral, bedraggled figure, backlit by a great shaft of light, he would look like a ghost at the best of times, and this is the worst.

La moralité n'est bien souvent qu'une affaire d'éclairage et tu es le gardien de ton propre phare. [in Éléments pour une éthique]

Ces travaux qui ne durèrent pas plus de 3 mois, occupent cependant dans ma mémoire, une place considérable, car c'est à la lumière du bec Matador que j'ai découvert l'intelligence de mes mains, et la prodigieuse efficacité des plus simples outils.

After luncheon the sun, conscious that it was Saturday, would blaze an hour longer in the zenith,...

From the pavement, I could see the window of Albertine's room, that window, formerly quite black, at night, when she was not staying in the house, which the electric light inside, dissected by the slats of the shutters, striped from top to bottom with parallel bars of gold.

Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return.

The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveler.

Yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the center, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe

We boast our light; but if we look not wisely on the run itself, it smites us into darkness. Who can discern those planets that are oft combust, and those starts of brightest magnitude that rise and set with the sun, until the opposite motion of their orbs bring them to such a place in the firmament where they may be seen evening or morning? The light which we have gained was given us, not to be ever staring on, but by it to discover onward things more remote from our knowledge.

Oh goodness infinite, goodness immense! That all this good of evil shall produce, And evil turn to good; more wonderful Than that which by creation first brought forth Light out of darkness! Full of doubt I stand, Whether I should repent me now of sin By me done, and occasioned; or rejoice Much more, that much more good thereof shall spring; To God more glory, more good-will to men From God, and over wrath grace shall abound.

O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!

He who receives Light from above, from the Fountain of Light, No other doctrine needs, though granted true; But these are false, or little else but dreams, Conjectures, fancies, built on nothing firm.

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...

Doth God exact day-labor, light denied,' I fondly ask; but patience to prevent That murmur, soon replies, 'God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts, who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best, his state Is kingly. Thousands at His bidding speed And post o'er land and ocean without rest: They also serve who only stand and wait.' ~Sonnet 19: On His Blindness (1655)~

Out of such prison, though Spirits of purest light,   Purest at first, now gross by sinning grown.

But now at last the sacred influence Of light appears, and rom the walls of Heav'n Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less and with less hostile din