Quotes About Illumination

The sage does not become trapped in semantics, does not mistake map for territory, but rather "opens things up to the light of Heaven" by flowing with the words, by playing with the words. Once attuned to this flow, the sage need make no special effort to "illumine," for language does it by itself, spontaneously. Language spills over.

Light is only seen in what it lets become visible. The "naturalness" of light consists precisely in this, that it only "dawns' in its own sense, with the visibility of things, and thus is itself not of the same nature as that which it evokes.

Light produces space, distance, orientation, calm contemplation; it is the gift that makes no demands, the illumination capable of conquering without force.

The flight away from self to God is not a "forgetting self" in the sense that man thereby loses himself. Rather, in the experience of the Spirit there is bestowed on man the deepest possible experience of himself: for the Holy Spirit is a Spirit of revelation which illuminates the human spirit, in which it is immanent, by telling man what he is.

seeks it for us, who have need of such illumination. So also the Word became flesh, not for himself, but rather to bring the mystery of the Incarnation to reality for our sakes.

Listen. You know what it's like when you're in a room with the light on and then suddenly the light goes out? I'll show you. It's like this." He turns out the light. BLACKOUT

The key to all mysteries and the source of all Illumination lies deep within the self. ROSICRUCIAN MANUSCRIPT

Light has a beginning a middle and an end so feel the stars light up for you.

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations.

gurús» (del sánscrito, palabra que designa al maestro que puede iluminar el lugar donde solo había oscuridad).

In every generation until mine, most of humanity lived with the night sky. As people began moving into cities and using more illumination, the sky gradually disappeared. There must be a corresponding loss of wonder without the stars to remind us where we stand in creation.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day, ...

If only one had a little more time to do some important reading, all the secrets in the world would become clear.

La noche tiene mil ojosY el día uno sólo; toda la luz del brillante mundo muere cuando el sol se pone. La mente tiene infinitos ojos, el corazón uno: toda la luz de una vida se termina cuando acaba el amor.

Por supuesto, todas las noches son días oscuros, por que la noche es simplemente una versión mal iluminada del día.

Without the dark, everything would be light, and you would never know if you needed a lightbulb.

Just as a painter needs light in order to put the finishing touches to his picture, so I need an inner light, which I feel I never have enough of in the autumn.

He slept that night thinking of loves and lighthouses. That one love might shine to bring all loves home.

For me God was something within that allowed me, occasionally, to see.

You could stand her on a corner, in a fog, at midnight, and she'd be visible for three miles.

It's all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.

The night crackled ... Everything had turned to static electricity in the heat. I combed my hair to watch the sparks fly from the ends.

Remember...we don't see objects, we see light. [...] Light can do anything water can do--flow, wash, trickle. It can do anything an artist can do--paint, burnish, carve. Candlelight falls, licks a face. There is always light in a room.

The moon rose, squatting in the strained blue.