Quotes About Light

The desert looked if anything even more spectacular than it had on the first leg of their journey, the softening light teasing out its full panoply of colours – yellows and oranges and a dozen different shades of red – the lengthening shadows throwing the landscape into ever sharper and more dramatic relief

One of my inside sources opened the window on that one for me when he said: "Gravity travels faster than light." Evidence of a kind of physics we are not taught in school was provided by an exchange program, when in July 1965 twelve courageous U.S. astronauts boarded an Eben (Grey) craft on an exchange visit to the planet Serpo. The trip took 10 months to reach its destination 37 light years distant.

Grace strikes us when we are in great pain and restlessness…. Sometimes at that moment a wave of light breaks into our darkness, and it is as though a voice were saying: "You are accepted."

La perfection du juste est formée de la bonne composition des sept péchés capitaux, comme la lumière blanche de la composition des sept couleurs traditionnelles. »

Une difficulté est une lumière. Une difficulté insurmontable est un soleil.

I'd never met anyone so vibrant or alive. He moved like light.

Nearly anyone might feel like a painter walking the streets of Paris then, because the light brought it out in you, and the shadows alongside the buildings, and the bridges which seemed to want to break your heart, and the sculpturally beautiful women in Chanel's black sheath dresses, smoking and throwing back their heads to laugh. We would walk into any café and feel the wonderful chaos of it, ordering Pernod or Rhum St James until we were beautifully blurred and happy to be there together.

you looked at the bicycles one way, they looked very solid, like sculpture, with afternoon light glinting cleanly off the chrome handlebars—one, two, three, all in a row. If you looked at them another way, you could see just how thin each kickstand was under the weight of the heavy frame, and how they were poised to fall like dominoes or the skeletons of elephants or like love itself.

Firs and pines and Sitka spruce thicken around me, pushing in from all directions, black-tipped fairy-tale trees that knit shadows out of nothing, night out of day—as if they've stolen all the light and hidden it somewhere.

Many other dear ghosts were glinting from the past, winks of light playing along the rims of our wineglasses, reminding us of how reckless they'd been and how magnificent.

Watching her was like being caught up in the radiance of a star, and in the light, he was revealed.

To go through our first creation is a turning of the soul we hope toward the light, out of the animal world. God be with us. To go through another tears all the making of the first creation and sometimes it falls to bits. We fall into pieces. She is asking, Where is that rock of my creation?

She was no longer free? Yes! thank God, she was no longer free. But she was light, a nymph on clouds, a fish in water, lost in happiness.

Alexander knew that before he had light instead of darkness, he had to deserve light instead of darkness.

Light came through the window, trickling morning all over the room. Tatiana Metanova slept the sleep of the innocent, the sleep of restless joy, of warm, white Leningrad nights, of jasmine June. But most of all, intoxicated with life, she slept the exuberant sleep of undaunted youth. She did not sleep for much longer.

A warrior of the light...never confuses tension with anxiety.

For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections.

Your light's reflected now, reflected from afar We were but stones, your light made us stars

Here am bound, the scorn of fate; 'Twas a dream that once a state I enjoyed of light and gladness. What is life? 'Tis but a madness. What is life? A thing that seems, A mirage that falsely gleams, Phantom joy, delusive rest, Since is life a dream at best, And even dreams themselves are dreams.

Twas a dream that once a state I enjoyed of light and gladness.

No es breve luz aquella caduca exhalación, pálida estrella, que en trémulos desmayos pulsando ardores y latiendo rayos, hace más tenebrosa la obscura habitación con luz dudosa?

Tis a dream that I in sadness Here am bound, the scorn of fate; 'Twas a dream that once a state I enjoyed of light and gladness. What is life? 'Tis but a madness. What is life? A thing that seems, A mirage that falsely gleams, Phantom joy, delusive rest, Since is life a dream at best, And even dreams themselves are dreams.

Porque eres y serás para mi alma un día de sol, eso eres tú.

See how her expression changes when she looks at you? It's the love light shining from within...Lucky we are when we're seen through the light of love, be it shining in the eyes of human or beast. Some folks go all their days without ever seeing it directed at them. It's a splendid, special look. Cherish it. - Mr. Morrison, Humane Society volunteer