Quotes About Brightness

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn't looked there in a long, long time. He'd forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

it was as bright as glory, and you'd have a little glimpse of tree-tops a-plunging about away off yonder in the storm, hundreds of yards further than you could see before; dark as sin again in a second, and now you'd hear the thunder let go with an awful crash, and then go rumbling, grumbling, tumbling, down the sky towards the under side of the world, like rolling empty barrels down-stairs—where

On one of these occasions, suddenly there hovered around the top of the rock a brightness of unequaled clearness and color, which, in increasingly smaller circles thickened, was the enchanting figure of the beautiful Lore.

There were stars. They burned my eyes.

It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Bold and bright, a trilogy of happiness would continue for a summer's duration and into autumn. It would then be brought abruptly to an end, for the brightness had shown suffering the way. Hard times were coming. Like a parade.

I walk out into the foyer. It's caked in sunshine.

for the brightness had shown suffering the way.

Above, all was ocean brightness: against the flat blue sky the clouds had been sketched by an impressively swift and confident hand. What talent. I like the sky and often wonder where I'd be without it. I know: I'd be in England, where we don't have one.

Excessive brightness drove the poet into darkness. (essay : Hölderlin And The Essence Of Poetry, chapter from my copy of The origin of the work of art)

All metaphysics, including its opponent, positivism, speaks the language of Plato. The basic word of its thinking, that is, of its presentation of the Being of beings, is eidos, idea: the outward appearance in which beings as such show themselves. Outward appearance, however, is a manner of presence. No outward appearance without light – Plato already knew this. But there is no light and no brightness without the clearing. Even darkness needs it.

Just a sliver of luminosity to give her hope.

I do not want to drain all your light, Percy, she said. Something sparked in his eyes. But there is never an end to light, Imogen, he told her, or to love. I'll fill you so full of light that you will glow in the dark, and then when I want to love you in a very physical way I will be able to find you.

Just like life, it was only the contrast with darkness that had made it seem brighter.

The sky, with a single star, would be dark and boring. A million stars in the firmament makes for something wondrous and bright.

A thousand laughing suns are in your eyes. A thousand crying stars in mine.

You are the sunshine of my life! Thanks for brightening my world with the warmth of your Love.

I see all this talent, all this... this energy and brightness and... potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.

That's why you piss me off, Clark. Because I see all this talent, all this...' He shrugged. 'This energy and brightness and-' 'Potential. Yes. Potential. And I cannot for the life of me see how you can be content to live this tiny life. This life that will take place almost entirely within a five-mile radius and contain nobody who will ever surprise you or push you or show you things that will leave your head spinning and unable to sleep at night.

Everyone was bright and everyone had a point of view and everyone had a dimension that was a human quality no matter how steeped in chaos and mire that they were.

As God delights in his own beauty, he must necessarily delight in the creature's holiness which is a conformity to and participation of it, as truly as [the] brightness of a jewel, held in the sun's beams, is a participation or derivation of the sun's brightness, though immensely less in degree.

Their hearts shall be full of love. That which was in the heart on earth as but a grain of mustard-seed, shall be as a great tree in heaven. The soul that in this world had only a little spark of divine love in it, in heaven shall be, as it were, turned into a bright and ardent flame, like the sun in its fullest brightness, when it has no spot upon it.

It was as if all the light and love it had gathered in the past was shining out on me.

Having one true love, Is Like A star recharging To be the Brightest In the Colorful Galaxy , Ready for an amazing ride.