Quotes About Light

A shadowless man is a monster, a devil, a thing of evil. A man without a shadow is soulless. A shadow without a man is a pitiable shred. Yet together, light and dark, they make a whole.

The sun is all love and murder, judgement, the perpetual raid of conscience, paratrooping light which opens like a snow-blossom in the downward drift of death. Wherever I turn - the golden cymbals of judgement, the summoning of the torturers of light.

From the first place of liquid darkness, within the second place of air and light, I set down the following record with its mixture of fact and truths and memories of truths and its direction always toward the Third Place, where the starting point is myth.

The godwits vanish towards another summer. Everywhere in light and calm the murmuring Shadow of departure; distance looks our way; And none knows where he will lie down at night.

We all see the faces in the water. We smother our memory of them, even our belief in their reality, and become calm people of the world; or we can neither forget nor help them. Sometimes by a trick of circumstances or dream or a hostile neighbourhood of light we see our own face.

Sometimes, the darkest part of the morning is just before dawn

From outer darkness to outer darkness, a feathered meteor through a moment of light...

My role [as a war correspondent] is to bring a voice to people who are voiceless [and] to shine a light in the darkest corners of the world.

Sometimes all we have is a little light that we can shine outward into a big darkness.

Moths were drawn to light and always took some away with them when they found it.

All things were formed of energy, arrangements of bundled light that were subject to natural law. The awareness of this truth, defined to absolute perfection, granted the mage-trained their influence. To know a thing, to encompass its full measure in respect was to hold its secrets in mastery. Life-force was the basis of all power.

Des milliers et des milliers d'années Ne sauraient suffire Pour dire La petite seconde d'éternité Où tu m'as embrassé Où je t'ai embrassèe Un matin dans la lumière de l'hiver Au parc Montsouris à Paris A Paris Sur la terre La terre qui est un astre.

Whenever I drive under a yellow light, I always kiss my finger and tap it on the roof of the car.

I'm not courageous. In fact, when I shadow box I wear boxing gloves that are outfitted with flashlights.

One unexpected bonus of motherhood is the visual beauty. I am enchanted by the sights of my children, the tones of skin, the clear eyes, the grace, the curve of a hand and cheek, to see them racing across the back lawn in a certain slant of light.

Her skill was the force that pulled them. There were just so few cryptologists of her ability, or William's. They were like a binary star system in a void, twin suns rotating around each other, drawing lesser bodies by their light.

The Force always strives for balance. The Emperor is an agent of darkness and destruction. It is inevitable that a champion of the light will one day rise to oppose him. I may be that champion. - Revan

Mer refers to a specific kind of light that was understood in Egypt only during the Eighteenth Dynasty. It was seen as two counterrotating fields of light spinning in the same space, which are generated by certain breathing patterns. Ka refers to the individual spirit and Ba refers to the spirit's interpretation of its particular reality.

Photography is essentially an act of recognition by street photographers, not an act of invention. Photographers might respond to an old man's face, or an Arbus freak, or the way light hits a building—and then they move on. Whereas in all the other art forms, take William Blake, everything that came to that paper never existed before. It's the idea of alchemy, of making something from nothing.

E' necessaria la sventura per scavare certe misteriose miniere nascoste nell'intelligenza umana; serve la pressione per fare esplodere la polvere. La prigionia ha riunito in un punto solo tutte le mie facoltà, che fluttuavano quà e là, e sono venute a scontrarsi in uno spazio stretto: come sapete, dall'urto delle nubi scaturisce l'elettricità, dall'elettricità il lampo, dal lampo la luce

Winds of adversity may have blown through your life. Your world may be falling apart. But if you will look closely enough, you'll see the light of God's faithfulness shining through the debris.

How far have we come in man's long pilgrimage from darkness toward light? Are we nearing the light—a day of freedom and of peace for all mankind? Or are the shadows of another night closing in upon us?

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dark is a way and light is a place, Heaven that never was Nor will be ever is always true Poem on His Birthday