Quotes About Illumination

God needs nothing, asks nothing, and demands nothing, like the stars. It is life with God which demands these things. . . . You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that the darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it." — ANNIE DILLARD1

You're following me," I say. "Yes, I am." "That's really annoying." "I'm sure it probably feels that way, yes." I stop. "I can take care of myself." Overhead, the gas in the streetlamp surges. It grows brighter, harsher. There are no shadows anywhere as he looks at me. "That's exactly what worries me.

Siempre nos dijo que había dos tipos de mujer. Aquellas que estaban iluminadas por fuera y aquellas iluminadas por dentro. Las primeras necesitaban el brillo de un diamante para hacerlas resplandecer, pero en el caso de las segundas su belleza reluce a causa de la intensa luz de sus almas.

I look for two things when I am about to launch into a book. First, there has to be a dramatic arc to the story itself that will carry me, and the reader, from beginning to end. Second, the story has to weave through larger themes that can illuminate the world of the subject.

When you're telling stories, you are actually trying to illuminate some portion of the truth in an artful way. The story may immediately seem to be a lie, but it's like an impressionistic painting - you see the light and the color better than you would with a photo-realistic piece.

I am convinced that it is the light and the way.

Sometimes corruption is slowed by shedding light into what was previously shadowed.

Yeah, I don't like pitch-black dark. I always like to have a crack of light coming into my bedroom.

it will not be enough for the mind to be illumined by the Spirit of God unless the heart is also strengthened and supported by his power. In this matter the Schoolmen go completely astray, who in considering faith identify it with a bare and simple assent arising out of knowledge, and leave out confidence and assurance of heart.

Thus when Isaiah in chapter fifty-three says how Christ should die for us and bear our sins, he has written the pure gospel. And I assure you, if a person fails to grasp this understanding of the gospel, he will never be able to be illuminated in the Scripture nor will he receive the right foundation.

A man typically lights a scene too much, because it makes no matter what you show, a man always wants to see more. A woman understands darkness and shadows

And if our lives are but a single flash in the dark hollow of eternity, then if, but for the briefest of moments, we shine - then how brilliantly our light has burned. And as starlight knows no boundary of space or time, so too, our illumination will shine forth throughout all eternity, for darkness has no power to quell such light. And this is a lesson we must all learn and take to heart - that all light is eternal and all love is light. And it must forever be so.

It's been written that, He who does not forgive is guilty of the greater sin. That verse had always confounded me. I had considered it unjust at best and cruel at worst. But these words were not meant as condemnation—rather as illumination of an eternal truth: that to not extend forgiveness is to burn the bridge that we ourselves must cross.

You see, the point of the floodlights is not to draw attention to themselves but rather to illuminate the statue. So it is with all of the Church's symbolic expressions of God's revelation in general, and Church doctrine in particular. They do not exist to be the focus of our attention but rather to illuminate the beauty of God and God's saving action in our lives.

the more that sin is seen, the more it is hated, and therefore it is less. Dust particles are in a room before the sun shines, but they only appear then.

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. You can't light up all sides at once.

I pull the door open and step inside, bracing myself for the heat and noise, but there is nothing here tonight. Just a few lights flicked on, running up and down the walls, and one long solitary bulb directly over the ring–a soft yellow glow emanating from the metal cage wrapped around it.

Watching the morning break, I realize again that darkness doesn't kill the light—it defines it.

I believe in God, Mozart and Beethoven, and likewise their disciples and apostles; - I believe in the Holy Spirit and the truth of the one, indivisible Art; - I believe that this Art proceeds from God, and lives within the hearts of all illumined men; - I believe that he who once has bathed in the sublime delights of this high Art, is consecrate to Her for ever, and never can deny Her; - I believe that through Art all men are saved.

Unless people can be kept in the dark, it is best for those who love the truth to give them the full light.

Moroi shied from sunlight, but as I watched the way it illuminated her, I knew without a doubt that humans had been made for the sun.

The smile that lit Sydney's features warmed me all over.

His gaze, blunted by the unnumbered procession of iron bars, uncounted as his softly padded steps. Smooth motion of blood and sinew turning in its own, small circle prescribed by bars and walls ...and skin, confined. Suddenly, without warning, a flash of light and image pierces the caged brain, and passing through its beating heart to stillness finds its way.