Quotes About Brightness

Why, despite the blinding brightness, did everything look gray? It was as if the painfully sharp lights were helpless to dispel all the darkness the people had brought in from the night outside.

My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.

The snow light flared on brightness. Blue: intense as a midsummer sky, obtained from grinding precious lapis lazuli carried by camel caravan all the way from the mountains of Afghanistan.

Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.

Even a small star shines in the darkness.

The sun, though it passes through dirty places, yet remains as pure as before.

The more light you allow within you, the brighter the world you live in will be.

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.

Life is no brief candle but a splendid torch made to burn ever more brightly.

I laid a hand on his cheek; it was so bright that for a second I thought it was burning me, a pure painless fire.

And it must be understood that the adjective "white" here means a true, blinding salt-white, and not the dirty beige that passes for white in poorly illuminated textile markets.

Everyone seemed brighter. Especially Jules. "Food, here I come.

Earth's brightness is less than one-billionth that of the Sun, and our planet's proximity to the Sun would make it extremely hard for anybody to see Earth directly with a visible light telescope.

Anni and Josef Albers's house was the whitest place imaginable.

Ako ne možeš vidjeti svijetlu stranu života, poljepšaj mutnu.

You. Your soul. What's inside you. You shine from the inside out. Your so bright, Blythe. I get close to you and the darkness just recedes. The world I live in slips further away, and I can see there's hope. You're that hope. Not just for me but for all of us.

Soleil. Sunshine. Yeah. He could see that.

Those long endless nights of gray voids, an abyss of hell really, a bleak nothingness, occasionally interrupted by a battle with the undead, there had been no hope left. He had forgotten joy. Laughter. Fun. Maybe he had never known it. Now there was Adalasia with her brightness.

Light renders healthy.

In spring, sad souls grow light, as light falls into cellars at midday.

Certainly she was wonderfully beautiful. All that could be said of her that was in any sense critical was that there seemed to be a contradiction between the look in her eyes, which tended to melancholy, and the brightness of her smile. This had a somewhat disconcerting effect, so that at moments her charming face was puzzling without ceasing to be delightful.

Certainly she was wonderfully beautiful. All that could be said of her that was in any sense critical was that there seemed to be a contradiction between the look in her eyes, which tended to melancholy, and the brightness of her smile. This had a somewhat disconcerting effect, so that at moments her charming face was puzzling without ceasing to be delightful.

But logic ignores the more-or-less as absolutely as the sun ignores the candlelight.

Laughter is like sunshine; it chases winter away from the human face. Cosette