Quotes About Light

Croyez-vous qu'il n'y ait pas de souffrance à être du vent ? Quelquefois ce vent porte jusqu'à nous des bribes de musique. Quelquefois la lumière porte jusqu'à vos regards des morceaux de nos apparences.

si nous extrayions le morceau de vie qui piaffe au fond de chaque être vivant, nous sommes des fantômes en comparaison de ce morceau de vie. Nous sommes des ombres qui se frottent et se rencognent dans l'ombre de nos demeures et sous les draps qui couvrent nos lits, face à cette lumière qui transmigre de vivants en vivants.

The black cat slipped along the cloister in search of mice, his white patches faint in the little light there was, paused with a paw lifted in a patch of snow to consider him, then padded on into the shadows.

Melodie Moonlight's shadow lay flat on the floor, exhausted. "Get up and fight, you cur," Melodie snarled in a sudden temper, "or you will be sent to the dark side of the Moon." And the shadow got up and tried to fight. It crawled and cringed after her and did as she wished, because it knew that the dark side of the Moon would be death. A shadow needs light to live.

Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. —ANTON CHEKHOV

Maybe the bottom of my own night is a darkness I cannot descend into without "the light that is within me" becoming dark.

Something in me that was broken, cracked—becomes whole. The cracks, if I write them with utter honesty, are where "the light gets in." The present meets the past, and healing begins.

Fire is a powerful thing. It cleanses as it destroys- and it brings light to darkness.

Do not go gentle into that good night,' Samuel. 'Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Be ye not unequally yoked together with unbelievers: for what fellowship hath righteousness with unrighteousness? and what communion hath light with darkness?

My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.

A person who is headstrong enough to open their eyes and their heart to the full depth and weight of the world is inviting in everything out there - both evil and good, both dark and light, and the sheer bravery of that openness enables them to gain profound insight into the human condition. It also fucks them up. It may even make them more prone to stick their head in an oven than to engage in self-promotional chitchat on Jay Leno.

It was as if she had been terribly burned. As if the light of the fire that once charged her had run its course and now, years later, had left her extinguished. But wasn't that the nature of fire, he decided, once its fuel was done—to leave just the exhausted frame?

He is love, and when love comes in, hatred and selfishness and unkindness will give way to it, just as the darkness gives way when you let in the sunshine. But try to chase it alone would be trying to chase the shadows out of a dark room. It would be a waste of time.

All souls burn, some give light.

What you knew in your childhood is true; the Otherworld of magic and enchantment is real, sometimes terribly real - and certainly more real than the factual reality which our culture has built up, brick by brick, to shut out colour and light and prevent us from flying.

My chin is weak. I find it hard to make decisions. For years I had been caught between the two stools of security on the land and rich-scented life on the exotic islands of literature. I wasn't really a writer. I had seen a strange beautiful light on the hills and that was all.

Dropping toward the watershed, the sun filled the place with evening light and kindled the windows and the western flanks of cupolas and steeples and many belfries, darkening the eastern walls with shadow; and as we gazed, one of them began to strike the hour and another took up the challenge, followed by a third and soon enormous tonnages of sectarian bronze were tolling their ancient rivalries into the dusk.

The sun had gone down but the trees and the first houses of Kampos were still glowing with the sunlight they had been storing up since dawn. It seemed to be shining from inside them with the private, interior radiance of summer in Greece that lasts for about an hour after sundown so that the white walls and the tree trunks and the stones fade into the darkness at last like slowly expiring lamps.

He thought a photographer was nothing, that he should blend into the surroundings and become invisible, the better to work and capture—as he said—natural light. One shouldn't even hear the click of the Rolleiflex.

We should regard work not just as a platform for ministry—work is ministry, and we are stewards put in charge until Jesus comes back, a fifth column who infiltrate a world stained by sin, acting as salt that preserves the way of Christ and light that leads broken people out of darkness.

It's always darkest before the dawn, Todd." I look at him, baffled. "No, it ain't! What kinda stupid saying is that? It's always lightest before the dawn!

The ability to make fire at will. It allowed us light to see in the darkness, warmth against the cold, a tool to cook our food.' He gestured vaguely in the direction of the Delta's engines. 'Fire is what eventually led to travel across the black beyond, the ability to start a new life on a New World.

Clap your hands if you believe in death. Believing in fairies is much easier, I think. Death is an end, an emptiness, a darkness. People want to believe in the light. Go to the light, they say. We fear the darkness and the unknown, the fairies in the ravine, the world behind the mirror.