Quotes About Light

The light is satisfied only in the innermost place, where no one dwells. It is within you even deeper than you are in yourself. It is the ground of simple silence that is motionless in itself. Yet from its stillness, all things move and all things receive their life, that they may live in accordance with this reason (vernunftecliche) and be conformed to it within themselves.

Seeing God is all about getting in touch with reality. If you want to photograph God, focus your lens on Hamakom, The Place, anyplace where you see divine light illuminating reality. Let your camera collect the light reflecting from the reality shaping your everyday life and you will find yourself photographing God in action." (From the Introduction to the book Photograph God)

a porch light. Cecropias also fly by day, unlike most other moths. They like open country,

A misstep many make: they mistake darkness for meaning. They think light is easy. They think light will find a way through the crack in the door by itself. But it doesn't - you have to open the door & let it in.

Balthazar pledged to die defending his royal house of Lumuatere. Finnikin swore to be their protector and guide for as long as he lived. Lucian vowed he would be the light whom they traveled toward in times of need.

He held up the ring and the light from the rising sun caught the stone and Froi thought he had never seen anything so beautiful. It was the ring that had given him a life he could never have imagined. It was all things magnificent about Lumatere.

Because your grief at what you saw in those moments was too much for her to bear. Your pain made her weak. Her pain made you strong. Light and dark. Dark and light.

The worst thing about the slivers of light is that you get to catch people's expressions for only a split second; then they disappear again, and in between you are forced to think about what it is that could make a person look so devastated.

She pointed above the little king's crib where a cutout piece of parchment hung from the ceiling. Froi's eyes followed her finger across the ceiling to the wall, where the light from the moon made a shape of a rabbit.

Even in the darkest of places, there is light. Never lose hope.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.

What does it mean when nightmares dream of peace? When shadows wish for light?

Qué significa que las pesadillas sueñen con la paz? ¿Que lassombras suspiren por la luz?

They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair—no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.

I stood beneath the moon a little longer, soft and safe. In that reflected light, the sun's harsh spirit dissolves to silver silk. The moon beds us, she fills our dreaming nights with immense possibility. The moon, giant mother, keeper of secrets, the one who says secrets aren't really necessary, that every truth is hers and she's big enough to hold them all. Somewhere

God is the supreme uncreated light of which Wisdom is born, but there was never a time when God's Wisdom did not exist.

The ocean was a molten gold. A drum roll sent the crowd into a frenzied cheering which reached a fevered pitch when the ocean swallowed the sun in a kinetic bolt of color representing the entire spectrum of light. Matt studied Shelly as she watched awed. The child-like delight on her face was captivating.

o ar é uma pele, feita de poros por onde escoa a luz, gota por gota, como um suor solar.

Os meninos não sabem que o escuro só existe é dentro de nós.

A terra se via estar nua lembrando, distante, seu parto de carne e lua (...) A luz tombava ferida pingando como pulso suicida em minhas ocultas asas

INSÔNIA Envelhecem as horas, Entontecem ponteiros como punhais vazando insaciáveis relógios. O sono é um vidro onde se guardam cansaços de antes de termos nascido. Piso estilhaços desse vidro, tropeçam-me os olhos nas pestanas: um tropel de luz assusta um bando de aves sem asas. A noite, em mim, ganhou diurno vício: uma outra vez, tomei luar na veia.

Morte silenciosa A noite cedeu-nos o instinto para o fundo de nós imigrou a ave a inquietação Serve-nos a vida mas não nos chega: somos resina de um tronco golpeado para a luz nos abrimos nos lábios dessa incurável ferida Na suprema felicidade existe uma morte silenciada

O pranto é o consumar de duas viagens: da lágrima à luz e do homem para uma maior humanidade. Afinal a pessoa não vem à luz logo em pranto? O choro não é a nossa primeira voz?

onde a noite mais escurece é em volta do pirilampo.