Quotes About Brightness

A constellation of ignited eyes that edged the ring of light all bound in a precarious truce before this torch whose brightness had set back the stars in their sockets.

There was light all about him.

She always did like tales of adventure-stories full of brightness and darkness. She could tell you the names of all King Arthur's knights, and she knew everything about Beowulf and Grendel, the ancient gods and the not-quite-so-ancient heroes. She liked pirate stories, too, but most of all she loved books that had at least a knight or a dragon or a fairy in them. She was always on the dragon's side by the way.

Down there the nights are bright and nobody believes in the Devil.

Through history, the powers of single black men flash here and there like falling stars, and die sometimes before the world has rightly gauged their brightness.

That's what movies are, right? Thousands of still pictures taken months or years or decades before—streams of images burned onto celluloid that are reeled in front of a lamp and projected onto a screen, allowing us the illusion that they're alive. Flickers of light and dark. Brightness and shadow that won't stand still—like life itself.

Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.

Give me the splendid, silent sun with all his beams full-dazzling.

It says, "Dear Wayne: The sun is shining behind the clouds.

Proper lighting is everything, Julianna.

Brilliant? Ha! Your about as bright as a black hole!' Ellen resorted.

The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality...

How bright and beautiful a comet is as it flies past our planet — provided it does fly past it.

Now rising you may see with naked eye The brilliant Star in Corde Scorpii, Whose changing colours on a Summer's night, When culminating, shine so clear and bright, And twinkling change with red and silver light.

Oh Woman! lovely Woman! Nature made thee To temper Man: We had been Brutes without you, Angels are Painted fair, to look like you; There's in you all that we believe of Heav'n, Amazing Brightness, Purity and Truth, Eternal Joy, and everlasting Love.

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

We shine the brightest when we help others do the same. The result is a beautiful night sky

The natural striving for knowledge, as Aristotle formulates it at the beginning of the Metaphysics moves in a sphere of universal theoretical brightness and visibility and theoria represents the comprehension (via imaginative reenact- ment) of an absolutely divine act.

The sun shines upon good and bad alike.

Things are always better in the morning.

The humblest star twinkles most in the darkest night.

Truth is a matter of the imagination. The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust.

When one embraces a moment of rapture from the past, either by trying to reclaim it or by refusing to let it go, how can its brightness not tarnish, turn grey with longing and sorrow, until the wild spell of the remembered interlude is lost altogether and the memory of sadness claims its rightful place in the mind? And what is it we expect from the sun-drenched past? There is no formula for re-entry, nothing we can do to enable reconstruction.

Now was too big, like a giant dark planet coming up over the horizon. she wanted then. That's what he'd seen that day, a brightness with darkness all around, watching her, as if she were glamorous, as if she were a rare and mysterious creature.