Quotes About Brightness

The sea has this contradictory quality, that the more you see of it, the more it overwhelms the eye and disappears in its own brightness. Like a flame, whose meaning is light but whose centre is dark, it demands to be undefined.

One bright star is better than a thousand dull moons.

It is not the size of the candle that matters, but the size of its light.

The moon cannot outshine the sun.

Light makes light even brighter, but does not cancel it.

Turn your face toward the sun and the shadows will fall behind you.

One of the primary ways that astronomers study stars is to spread their light out into a rainbow, which we call a spectrum, and from that rainbow, we can learn something about what the stars are composed of and how hot they are, how bright they are, and how they're moving, at least how they're moving toward or away from us.

For woman is yin, the darkness within, where untempered passions lie. And man is yang, bright truth lighting our minds.

Don't shade your eyes from the bright joy of the world.

Candle light, moon light, star light, The brightest glow is from love light.

The world is a sunny success.

Nothing, for us, can fill the place of undiminished brightness except the unconscious dark; nothing that of what once we might have been, except the dream that we had never been born.

You're like a sharp bright piece broken from a star. Too sharp, too bright, sometimes, for your own good.

Do you see that out there? The strange, unfamiliar light? It's called the sun. Let's go get us a little.

Where there is a great deal of light, the shadows are deeper.

Where there is a great deal of light, the shadows are deeper. JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

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While shadows are never dispelled completely, it is due to them the light shines bright.

He is less a human-shaped thing and more a pulsing, living band of light. Light that sometimes dims, that sometimes is thrust through with a vein of darkness. She tells herself that it's normal—Luke said to her, Leia, we all have that. He explained that the brighter the light, the darker the shadow. Right

Dawn was close. The weaker stars had already disappeared, and even the brightest were uncertain of themselves.

The symphony of motherhood, it's about loving with absolute abandon, loving without regard for self, loving with a near totality of being. It's about a passion that could outburn the sun with its brightness. About a depthless hope and a fierce, rending joy.

His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life...

But the stillness and the brightness of the day were as strange as the chaos and tumult of night, with the trees standing there, and the flowers standing there, looking before them, looking up, yet beholding nothing, eyeless, and so terrible.

She burnt like a dead white star.