Quotes About Illumination

To penetrate and dissipate these clouds of darkness, the general mind must be strengthened by education.

Now we are entertaining the suggestion that the real work of prayer is just to get rid of the very assumption that was the foundation of all these other modes of prayer. It is a matter of shifting the location of the sense of identity. We have to accept the idea that the word I does not have a fixed and clear and obvious referent. This is where the transformation that we undergo becomes more and more radical with each breakthrough or illumination.

And of all illumination which human reason can give, none is comparable to the discovery of what we are, our nature, our obligations, what happiness we are capable of, and what are the means of attaining it.

Sunrise is the time to feel that you will be able to find out how to help somebody close to you, who you think needs help even if he doesn't think so. At sunrise, everything is luminous, but not clear.

La mucha luz es como la mucha sombra: no deja ver.

The blue light of the rising moon fell on the rocks and the scant forest of the taiga, revealing each projecting rock, each tree in a peculiar fashion, different from the way they looked by day. Everything seemed real but different than in the daytime. It was as if the world had a second face, a nocturnal face.

There was only one huge word with no back to it A word like a sun

La poesía debe ser un poco seca para que arda bien, y de este modo iluminarnos y calentarnos.

Tal vez lo "eterno" sea esto: el mirarse, el ser mirado, el mirar. La chispa, la llamarada, la claridad, la luz de los ojos que preguntan, desean, contemplan, comprenden. Ver: iluminar, iluminarse.

The great American mythologist, author, and philosopher Joseph Campbell once said, "The privilege of a lifetime is being who you are." I believe your true purpose here on Earth is to align yourself with the great spiritual force, your divine inner compass, already at work in your life. I hope that The Wisdom of Sundays will illuminate your path to becoming all that you were meant to be. Embrace and enjoy the journey! —Oprah

The city's more beautiful at night, you know: the people of the night always tell the truth.

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Before the art of illumination there was blackness and afterward there will also be blackness. Through our colors, paints, art and love, we remember that Allah had commanded us to "See"! To know is to remember that you've seen. To see is to know without remembering. Thus, painting is remembering the blackness.

Yes, God must've wanted the art of illumination to be ecstasy so He could demonstrate how the world itself is ecstasy to those who truly see.

the flashlight of a potent personality of this kind has opened a rift in our lives and revealed to us hidden capabilities.

Madness, and then illumination.

From you I can learn things that nobody knows.

Para dónde se va la oscuridad cuando sale el sol? Para ninguna parte, se convierte en luz.

He rose and turned toward the lights of town. The tidepools bright as smelterpots among the dark rocks where the phosphorescent seacrabs clambered back. Passing through the salt grass he looked back. The horse had not moved. A ship's light winked in the swells. The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men's knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seamless sea.

When he rose and turned to go back the tarp was lit from within where the boy had wakened. Sited there in the darkness the frail blue shape of it looked like the pitch of some last venture at the edge of the world. Something all but unaccountable. And so it was.

There was light all about him.

NERO- Menomale che dici così, professore. Perché non ci trovo niente da ridere manco io. E' solo che ogni minuto che passa mi meraviglio di più. Ma possibile che non ti vedi, zuccherino? Sei trasparente come il vetro. Vedo le rotelline che ti girano dentro la testa. Gli ingranaggi. E vedo anche la luce. Una luce buona. Una luce vera. Tu non la vedi?

The moon was already a quarter ways up. All but day bright. He felt like something in a jar.

Some time after midnight on the twenty-first of December it began to snow. By morning in the gray spectral light of a brief and obscure winter sun the fields lay deadwhite and touched with a phosphorous glow as if producing illumination of themselves, and the snow was still wisping down thickly, veiling the trees beyond the creek and the mountain itself, falling softly, and softly, faintly sounding in the immense white silence.