Quotes About Illumination

His rat soul longed inexplicably for it; he began to think that light was the only thing that gave life meaning, and he despaired that there was so little of it to be had.

Everything was astonishing. The setting sun was illuminating each blade of grass. It was reflecting off the girl's glasses, making a halo of light around the girl's round head, setting the whole world on fire.

what Raymie thought as they rose to the surface together was that it was the easiest thing in the world to save somebody. For the first time, she understood Florence Nightingale and her lantern and the bright and shining path... For just a minute, she understood everything in the whole world.

Because you, mouse, can tell Gregory a story. Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.

Below him, the lamplighter was lighting the lamps that lined the wide avenue.

It had been illuminating to watch Carmen really dig in and cook without commercial interruption, without cameras. Her pout was gone, replaced by a look of studious concentration, and she had chopped and minced and blended spices to create amazing bursts of flavor. The sofrito she had made, saucing together onion, tomato, and garlic in olive oil, had elevated the toasted chicken into a fragrant and unforgettable dish.

There was no moon, no stars, but even the darkest of nights steals light from somewhere.

I love storytelling when the writing spins through me like photons on their way to lighting the world.

I have this feeling, that all it will take will be one moment, even a tiny moment, provided it's the correct one. Like a cord suddenly snapping and a thick curtain dropping to the floor to reveal a whole new world, a world full of sunlight and warmth.

He turned, a stray slip of moonlight illuminating a sliver of his face, blue eyes glowing almost preternaturally in the darkness.

Then—as he was talking—a set of tail-lights going past lit up McMurphy's face, and the windshield reflected an expression that was allowed only because he figured it'd be too dark for anybody in the car to see, dreadfully tired and strained and frantic, like there wasn't enough time left for something he had to do...

And the forest at night might be beautiful, but if it was dark how was a man to know that?

Everything is shown up by being exposed to the light, and whatever is exposed to the light itself becomes light.

Now we have lit a candle to the power Of atoms; now we know we're heirs of light Itself.

By her shining and her power he knew her.

To break yourself loose from the dominion, rulership and manipulation of the devil, you have to embrace light (knowledge).

God is the light bulb, to where faith is the light switch.

May our words blaze the way to our future

We know that prayer in and of itself cannot save us, but carrying it out before God can. For when the Lord's eyes are upon us He sanctifies us, as the sun warms everything upon which it shines.

Mankind have such a deep stake in inward illumination, that there is much to be said by the hermit or monk in defence of his life of thought and prayer.

One movement toward light becomes a clear signpost on a long road.

Pilgrimages of mind or walking meditation - bringing moments of illumination in which the sense of relationship to the rest of existence suddenly stands out with startling and unexpected clarity.

How far that little candle throws its beams! So shines a good dead in a naughty world.

These blessed candles of the night.