Quotes About Luminous

Life is a luminous pause between two mysteries that are yet one.

To-night when the full-bellied moon swallows the stars. Grant that I know.

The world looked particularly crisp and etched-out in the sunlight.

To speak about this universal force that will lead us beyond on the last horizon of our known self toward a wiser, more loving, more luminous states of being, we do not need to invent a new language. But we do need to listen to the old, the ancient one, not with our jaded minds, but with our awakened souls.

I love to glow, and it's important for me to have a good highlighter to brighten up.

We must, therefore, break away once and for all from the metaphors which depict consciousness as a luminous circle round which there is nothing, to its own eyes, but darkness. On the contrary, the shadow is at the centre.

I feel like the moon is a very beautiful woman. She's in control.

Still the towers of Trebizond, the fabled city, shimmer on a far horizon, gated and walled and held in a luminous enchantment. It seems that for me, and however much I must stand outside them, this must for ever be. But at the city's heart lie the pattern and the hard core, and these I can never make my own: they are too far outside my range. The pattern should perhaps be easier, the core less hard. This seems, indeed, the eternal dilemma.

Some people want to go forever, I just want to burn off hard and bright.

Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.

Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.

Maharet's skin, which had been so pale and almost luminous in life, so like the inner lining of a seashell.

Innocent. The word burned through the pleasure. In a luminous drift of figures and voices he emerged, pushing his way through the crowd; Stirling, the man, pleading with me in my mental vision, saying Innocent. There I was, the boy of that old time, and Stirling saying Innocent.

I watched as the luminous child removed his left glove and laid his chill supernatural hand upon the forehead of the sleeping father.

My favorite color is yellow... because you can walk through it. Yellow doesn't end. It goes on and on.

In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon divine, Rolls through the dark blue depths.

Neruda was right about all mysterious women - The moon lives in the lining of their skin...

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

I want a brighter word than bright

Thou art the Sun of other days. They shine by giving back the rays.

I love bright words, words up and singing early; Words that are luminous in the dark, and sing; Warm lazy words, white cattle under trees; I love words opalescent, cool, and pearly, Like midsummer moths, and honied words like bees, Gilded and sticky, with a little sting.

The luminous light that burns on the Arizona desert, out of long miles of untouched sage and sand. . . . Yes, that's where I want to be, on an observation car traveling swiftly into the Southwest. Losing myself in a shimmer of fine dust.

Sus ojos seguían fijos en la luz declinante y en la creciente oscuridad. Esa negrura preternatural que parece decir a la más luminosa y sublime obra de Dios: «Déjame el sitio; acaba ya de brillar».

Settling your mind in its natural state entails releasing all grasping, grasping onto the future, and the past, grasping onto cogitations about the present. Letting your awareness rest in its own place, naturally luminous and still.