Quotes About Light

Hacer el amor adentro de nuestro abrazo significó una luz negra: la oscuridad se puso a brillar. Era la luz reencontrada, doblemente apagada pero de algún modo más viva que mil soles.

para que el hombre se haga luz, la mujer deberá enterrar su lámpara en las tinieblas" Donde Mejor Canta un Pájaro

Passa un segon com passa tota una vida quan passem la vida esperant una llum que triga.

The thunder traveled over the ship, from west to east, with prolonged reverberations, before it moved away with its clouds, leaving the sea, by mid-afternoon, bathed in a strange auroral light, which turned its as smooth and iridescent as a mountain lake. The bow of the Arrow became a plough, breaking up the tranquility of the surface with the frothy arabesques of its wake.

The only thing you can do is love, because it is the only thing that leaves light inside you, instead of the total, obliterating darkness.

Pictures that don't make sense are magic. they hold balls of light covered in millions of spells swirled into a cell.

Far from being exempt from such infirmities, the twelve may even have experienced them in a superlative degree. The heights correspond to the depths in religious experience. Men who are destined to be apostles must, as disciples, know more than most of the chaotic, speechless condition, and of the great, irksome, but most salutary business of Waiting on God for light, and truth, and grace, earnestly desired but long withheld.

There is light suddenly everywhere, the light of your life speaking to you. What it tells you is almost the same as what happened. Never mind that almost isn't good enough; it's all you have.

As a romantic ideal, turbulent, impoverished India could still weave its spell, and the key to it all - the colours, the moods, the scents, the subtle, mysterious light, the poetry, the heightened expectations, the kind of beauty that made your heart miss a beat - well, that remained the monsoon.

I am aware that a man of real merit is never seen in so favorable a light as seen through the medium of adversity.

Every life has dark tracts and long stretches of somber tint, and no representation is true to fact which dips its pencil only in light, and flings no shadows on the canvas.

This is a city of shifting light, of changing skies, of sudden vistas. A city so beautiful it breaks the heart again and again.

Light quirks of music, broken and uneven, Make the soul dance upon a jig to Heav'n.

Religion blushing veils her sacred fires,And unawares Morality expires.Nor public flame, nor private, dares to shine;Nor human spark is left, nor glimpse divine!Lo! thy dread empire Chaos! is restor'd:Light dies before thy uncreating word;Thy hand, great Anarch! lets the curtain fall,And universal darkness buries all.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress'd What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd; Something whose truth convinced at sight we find, That gives us back the image of our mind. As shades more sweetly recommend the light, So modest plainness sets off sprightly wit.

Natura È™i legile Naturii z?ceau ascunse în bezn?: Dumnezeu a spus s? fie Newton! È™i s-a f?cut lumin?

LO! THY DREAD EMPIRE, CHAOS! IS RESTOR'D; LIGHT DIES BEFORE THY UNCREATING WORD; THY HAND, GREAT ANARCH! LETS THE CURTAIN FALL; AND UNIVERSAL DARKNESS BURIES ALL

Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.

In the radiance of His light the world is not commonplace. The very floor we stand on is a miracle of atoms whizzing about in space. The darkness of sin is clarified, and its burden shouldered. Death is robbed of its finality, trampled down by Christ's death. In a world where everything that seems to be present is immediately past, everything in Christ is able to participate in the eternal present of God.

To be more precise... death is [contrary to] God, and if death is natural, if it is the ultimate truth about life and about the world, if it is the highest and immutable law about all of creation, then there is no God, then this whole story about creation, about joy, and about the light of life is a total lie.

The light God sent was his Son: the same light that had been shining unextinguished in the world's darkness all along, seen now in full brightness.

When Darkness Comes

Bir ressam için en ideal olan?, Pantheon'un *oculus'ü gibidir. Yüksekten gelen ???k modelin yüzüne, hatta o anlams?z çirkin yüze bile, tatl? bir hava, sanatç?n?n istedi?i biçimde i?leyece?i bir tür güzellik katacakt?r... *oculus: (Latince) Mercek, cam.