Quotes About Brightness

It shone on everyone, whether they had a contract or not. The most democratic thing I'd ever seen, that California sunshine.

Early this morning I read about your autumn, and all the colors you brought into your letter were changed back in my feelings and filled my mind to the brim with strength and radiance. Yesterday, while I was admiring the dissolving brightness of autumn here, you were walking through that other autumn back home, which is painted on red wood, as this one's painted on silk.

Not wooing, no longer shall wooing, voice that has outgrown it be the nature of your cry; but instead, you would cry out as purely as a bird when the quickly ascending season lifts him up, nearly forgetting that he is a suffering creature and not just a single heart being flung into brightness, into the intimate skies.

There is only a single, urgent task: to attach oneself someplace to nature, to that which is strong, striving and bright with unreserved readiness, and then to move forward in one's efforts without any calculation or guile, even when engaged in the most trivial and mundane activities. (Letters on Life)

My hole is warm and full of light. Yes, full of light. I doubt if there is a brighter spot in all New York than this hole of mine, and I do not exclude Broadway. Or the Empire State Building on a photographer's dream night. But that is taking advantage of you. Those two spots are among the darkest of our whole civilization...which might sound like a hoax, or a contradiction, but that (by contradiction, I mean) is how the world moves: Not like an arrow, but a boomerang.

If It's Optic White, It's the Right White

The sun shines today also.

w]e are optimists when the sun shines

Fire is bright and fire is clean

The cloudy sun poured light through all the sky.

Man vergesse sie. Man verbrenne sie, man verbrenne alles. Das Feuer ist hell, das Feuer ist sauber.

Whenever a light blinked out, life threw another switch; rooms were illumined afresh.

Joy and sorrow in this world pass into each other, mingling their forms and their murmurs in the twilight of life as mysterious as an overshadowed ocean, while the dazzling brightness of supreme hopes lies far off, fascinating and still, on the distant edge of the horizon

A blinding sunlight drowned all this at times in a sudden recrudescence of glare.

such speculation is like staring into the hot white sun. you know the sun is there but you can't see a thing.

Then the noise faded and Legs squinted up at the sky, the moon so bright you'd never think it could be merely rock like the earth's common rock and lifeless, merely reflected light from an invisible sun and not a powerful living light of its own...

Sunlight streamed in through double-height windows and cast squares of rich gold on the carpet.

The exceeding brightness of this early sun Makes me conceive how dark I have become.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you.

The oversized chairs are white; the walls, covered with occasional landscape paintings, are white; and the plush carpet is the whitest of all. I'm insanely glad I didn't bring a cup of grape juice with me.

What a view, i said again. The river was blank and mindless with beauty. It was the most glorious thing I have ever seen. But it was not seeing, really. For once it was not just seeing. It was beholding. I beheld the river in its icy pit of brightness, in its far-below sound and indifference, in its large coil and tiny points and flashes of the moon, in its long sinuous form, in its uncomprehending consequence.

History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness.

This life is a shadowy thing, lad. We live in a crowded space of lights and shadows, and when left to ourselves, we all too often fail to see the brightest light of all.

There are two kinds of light — the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures.