Quotes About Illumination

The light from the window caught her pince-nez and made them give off little flashes.

Turn up the lights,' said Mr Rycroft. Major Burnaby rose and did so. The sudden glare revealed a company of pale uneasy faces.

I want to be violated by insight.

The word photography itself means "drawing with light" in Greek.

Only one percent of the world is visually blind, but 99 percent of the world is Spiritually blind.

Better lite a candle than complain about the darkness

When light is produced, we no longer worry about getting rid of darkness, nor do we wonder where the darkness has gone. We just know that there is light.

As I remember it, the fog-like substance that clouded my brain finally vanished as if blown away by the wind.

A shadow archive and an archive of shadows, the literary architectonic demands a resistance to excessive illumination.

like the roses and begonias they seemed to take and hold the richly filtered evening light.

4 million volts course like lovers through her body. Eerie rays eliminate from bulbous cathodes to caress her skin penetrating deep. Also somewhat like lovers, actually. Chemicals so secret they don't even have names and bubbles and spurts in her vein.

Metaforen är ett av tankens väsentligaste verktyg. Den belyser vad som annars skulle ligga helt i mörker. Men denna belysning blir ibland så klar att den bländar istället för avslöjar.

I have a lot of mirrors around my house, not because I like to look at myself, but because I like the light and perspective they bring to a room.

The way that light hits objects, I think, is one of the more important things that sculpture and photography share.

I am interested in the physicality of light itself.

Like Godfather, you look at a movie like that, or something that James Gray has directed, a film with minimal or pin lighting as opposed to everything being lit bright and flat, where everything is evident.

The more enlightened our houses are, the more their walls ooze ghosts.

What I wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

I see candles as varied things. They give a warm glow, and fire purifies.

I did not understand that I carried loneliness before me on a plate, and that music would be the light illuminating me from behind.

The sun began to rise in earnest; Tess loved the way it illuminated treetops first, turning the foliage white-gold. The sky behind was warmly blue, and in the west a gibbous moon lingered in the branches like a pale fish caught in a net. Like a delicious secret. Tess blew it a cheeky kiss.

I smiled into the darkness. There was nothing "just" about metaphors, I was beginning to think; they followed me everywhere, illuminating and failing and illuminating again.

When they see beyond the sky, When they know beyond the mind, When they hear the song of the Burning Light; Take these Gifts of My Outstretched Hand, Weave them together. I shall come.

Now light sits in the chairs