Light Quotes

#1. Om (AUM) is the truth of all truths, the light of all lights and the destroyer of all illusions. #Quote by Amit Ray

#2. It is our actions in the light of our choices that define us best. #Quote by Ceri London

#3. Those experiments be not only esteemed which have an immediate and present use, but those principally which are of most universal consequence for invention of other experiments, and those which give more light to the invention of causes; for the invention of the mariner's needle, which giveth the direction, is of no less benefit for navigation than the invention of the sails, which give the motion. #Quote by Francis Bacon

#4. Nowadays, when you make movies, you don't need any lights at all. You have to remember, back in the day, the film stocks that they had were very, very insensitive and they would have these humongous lights and lighting was everything, so everyone looked good. Nowadays with digital film where you don't need any light at all, you could shoot in the [bleep] dark. It makes people not look so good and it makes aging on film much, much harder. #Quote by Jamie Lee Curtis

#5. There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.' #Quote by Kami Garcia

#6. The busy chatter of the heat Shrilled like a parakeet; And shuddering at the noonday light The dust lay dead and white As powder on a mummy's face, Or fawned with simian grace Round booths with many a hard bright toy And wooden brittle joy: The cap and bells of Time the Clown That, jangling, whistled down Young cherubs hidden in the guise Of every bird that flies; And star-bright masks for youth to wear, Lest any dream that fare Bright pilgrim past our ken, should see Hints of Reality. #Quote by Edith Sitwell

#7. She wasn't sure when she realized that she wasn't alone. She'd heard a louder murmur from the crowd outside, but she hadn't connected it with the door opening. She looked over her shoulder and saw Tate standing against the back wall. He was wearing one of those Armani suits that looked so splendid on his lithe build, and he had his trenchcoat over one arm. He was leaning back, glaring at the ceremony. Something was different about him, but Cecily couldn't think what. It wasn't the vivid bruise high up on his cheek where Matt had hit him. But it was something…Then it dawned on her. His hair was cut short, like her own. He glared at her.
Cecily wasn't going to cower in her seat and let him think she was afraid to face him. Mindful of the solemnity of the occasion, she got up and joined Tate by the door.
"So you actually came. Bruises and all," she whispered with a faintly mocking smile, eyeing the very prominent green-and-yellow patch on his jaw that Matt Holden had put there.
He looked down at her from turbulent black eyes. He didn't reply for a minute while he studied her, taking in the differences in her appearance, too. His eyes narrowed on her short hair. She thought his eyelids flinched, but it might have been the light.
His eyes went back to the ceremony. He didn't say another word. He didn't really need to. He'd cut his hair. In his culture-the one that part of him still belonged to-cutting the hair was a sign of grief.
She could feel the way it #Quote by Diana Palmer

#8. The generality of men have, like plants, latent properties, which chance brings to light. #Quote by Francois De La Rochefoucauld

#9. I tell my sisters: / cultivate loneliness / like you might care for / an orchid, turning it / gently towards the light, / serving it water like wine / aerated, purified, filtered. #Quote by Holly Walrath

#10. We are in this together. None of us truly walk in isolation, even when we cannot sense the presence of another for miles upon miles. Even in the worst of our desolation. Even during our coldest 3am breakdown. Even when we shut out the world and spin in circles until we collapse. Even then the light still gets in. Even then the heart still opens and reaches, tendrils of hope curling and bending toward slivers of light. Upward, outward, in all directions – seeking light at all cost. One way or another, we all grow toward the light. #Quote by Jeanette LeBlanc

#11. Sometimes the light is on in his apartment upstairs and I get the urge to set the place on fire. #Quote by Colleen Hoover

#12. By half-past five Napoleon was on his way over to the village of Shevardino.
It was getting light, and the sky had cleared. A solitary stormcloud lay in the eastern sky. The deserted camp-fires were going out in the pale light of morning.
A single deep cannon-shot roared out on the right. The boom whooshed past and died away in the stillness. Several minutes passed. A second shot rang out, then a third, and the air shook. Then came the solemn boom of the fourth and a fifth, not far away on the right.
The first shots had barely died away when another one came, then another and another, more and more, some blending into a single sound, others bursting in alone.
Napoleon and his entourage continued their way to the Shevardino redoubt, where he got down from his horse. The game had begun. #Quote by Leo Tolstoy

#13. Speak to me about power. What is it?"
I do believe I'm being out-Cambridged. "You want me to discuss power? Right here and now?"
Her shapely head tilts. "No time except the present."
"Okay." Only for a ten. "Power is the ability to make someone do what they otherwise wouldn't, or deter them from doing what they otherwise would."
Immaculée Constantin is unreadable. "How?"
"By coercion and reward. Carrots and sticks, though in bad light one looks much like the other. Coercion is predicated upon the fear of violence or suffering. 'Obey, or you'll regret it.' Tenth-century Danes exacted tribute by it; the cohesion of the Warsaw Pact rested upon it; and playground bullies rule by it. Law and order relies upon it. That's why we bang up criminals and why even democracies seek to monopolize force." Immaculée Constantin watches my face as I talk; it's thrilling and distracting. "Reward works by promising 'Obey and benefit.' This dynamic is at work in, let's say, the positioning of NATO bases in nonmember states, dog training, and putting up with a shitty job for your working life. How am I doing?"
Security Goblin's sneeze booms through the chapel.
"You scratch the surface," says Immaculée Constantin.
I feel lust and annoyance. "Scratch deeper, then."
She brushes a tuft of fluff off her glove and appears to address her hand: "Power is lost or won, never created or destroyed. Power is a visitor to, not a possession of, those it empowers. The #Quote by David Mitchell

#14. The human ego is the ugliest part of man. We lift up men who only show us darkness, and put down those brave enough to show us the light. Likewise, people engage in darkness when it is light outside, and acknowledge the light only when it is dark. We abandon those fighting for us to cheer behind those fighting against us. And, we only remember good people and God when it is convenient for us, and take them for granted because their doors are always open - only to chase after closed doors and personalities void of substance and truth. #Quote by Suzy Kassem

#15. You want to do what?" Ryder asks, his voice laced with disbelief.
I take a deep breath before answering. "I want to go to film school next year. In New York City. Instead of Ole Miss," I clarify, in case he doesn't get it.
His gaze meets mine, and I expect to see judgment there in his eyes. I brace for the criticism, for the rebuke that's sure to follow my declaration.
Instead, his eyes seem to light with something resembling…admiration? "Seriously, Jem? That's awesome," he says, smiling now. His dimples flash, the fear seemingly vanished from his face.
"You really think so?" I ask hesitantly. "I mean, I know it seems a little crazy. I've never even been to New York before."
"So?" He scoots closer, so close that I can smell his now-familiar scent--soap and cologne mixed with rain. "If anyone can take care of themselves, you can." He rakes a hand through his dark hair. "Damn, Jemma, you just shot a cottonmouth clean through the head. New York will be a cakewalk after that."
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. "Well…it's not exactly the same thing. I won't be…you know…shootin' stuff up there. #Quote by Kristi Cook

#16. In a dream I walked with God through the deep places of creation; past walls that receded and gates that opened through hall after hall of silence, darkness and refreshment
the dwelling place of souls acquainted with light and warmth
until, around me, was an infinity into which we all flowed together and lived anew, like the rings made by raindrops falling upon wide expanses of calm dark waters. #Quote by Dag Hammarskjold

#17. Everything seemed bright and different after so long in the darkness. Even though most of the businesses were closed, there was one neon sign lit in the window of a narrow storefront. COFFEE AND PIE, it read. Two bikes were parked just outside.

On the boardwalk, in the thrown light of the neon sign, his head dipped down as I pulled my fingers through his hair. The night still in progress, with daylight hours away. #Quote by Sarah Dessen

#18. Lemon and... blueberries, right? No, hold on- blackberries, I think. And... lavender? Lavender, for... excitement? I think there's an old saying that lavender is good for something like that."
That sounded familiar. "Just a second." I took the book out of my backpack and flipped through the beginning again. "This isn't in alphabetical order, or any kind of order at all. Oh, here it is. Lavender brings luck and adventure for those who choose to embrace it," I said. "You were right."
"What book is that?" asked Vik. "It looks ancient."
"I just found it. It's got all these drawings and descriptions of herbs and spices."
"Cool! Can I take a look?"
I handed him the book, and he spent the next few minutes leafing through it, but then returned to eating the cupcake.
"I love this. It's so different from the usual boring things people make. Although..." He took another bite. "I have a suggestion." He studied the cupcake. "The cake is light, fluffy, and complex, and the creamy, tangy frosting complements it so well. It might be even better with an edible garnish. Like a sugared mint leaf." He took another bite. "Or a sugared violet," he said with his mouth half full. "That would be lovely."
I gaped in surprise. He was right. It would be lovely. I'd thought about topping them with fresh, mouth-puckering blackberries, but these suggestions were so much more elegant. #Quote by Rajani LaRocca

#19. You go into the dark to get away from what you know, and if you go far enough, you realize, suddenly, that you'll never really make it back into the light. #Quote by Pico Iyer

#20. Eighty percent of the information we receive comes through our eyes. And if you compare light energy to musical scales, it would only be one octave that the naked eye can see, which is right in the middle. #Quote by Louis Schwartzberg

#21. I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride,
so I love you because I know no other way than this:
where "I" does not exist, nor "you,"
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep. #Quote by Pablo Neruda

#22. I'd like to be able to light the fire a little bit. #Quote by Reggie Jackson

#23. Darkness might keep flooding in, but I finally had just enough light to find the way back to myself. #Quote by Emery Lord

#24. Yet no one seemed to have thought through the implications of a world in which everyone cheated. The other morning Keith had bought five hundred vanity sachets of Outrage, his staple perfume. At lunchtime he discovered that they all contained water, a substance not much less expensive than Outrage, but harder to sell. Keith was relieved that he had already unloaded half the consignment on Damian Noble in the Portobello Road. Then he held Damian's tenners up to the light: they were crude forgeries. He passed on the notes without much trouble, in return for twenty-four bottles of vodka which, it turned out, contained a misty, faintly scented liquid. Outrage! #Quote by Martin Amis

#25. The cold seemed less relentless now. The small circle of white light from my bedside lamp and its hint of the dawn to come seemed to drive the worst of the chill away and the hot tea did the rest, as I lay and read further into the life of the young woman in the bravado coat. #Quote by Jane Lovering

#26. In whatsoever manner it be, let me turn to God and become fruitful in good works. Nothing higher exists than to approach God more than other people and from that to extend His glory among humanity.I will place all my confidence in your eternal goodness, O God! My soul shall rejoice in Thee, immutable Being. Be my rock, my light, forever my trust. #Quote by Ludwig Van Beethoven

#27. A warrior of light knows that in the silence of his heart he will hear an order that will guide him. #Quote by Paulo Coelho

#28. ... he had known darkness and despair, and emerged determined to light candles for everyone else. #Quote by Sebastien De Castell

#29. To be relevant, you must seek knowledge. #Quote by Sunday Adelaja

#30. I instantly thought the guy was cute, in that gaunt, never-sees-the-light-of-day, New York street urchin kind of way. And he never stood still for a second. From across the tracks I read his expression as I have everything on my side except destiny, only his expression clearly hadn't informed his head or heart yet. The guy looked over and caught me staring, and once his eyes met mine they never deviated. He took several cautious steps forward, stopping abruptly at the thick yellow line you weren't supposed to cross. His arms dangled like a puppet and he seemed to skim the ground when he walked, as if suspended over the edge of the world by a hundred invisible strings. #Quote by Tiffanie DeBartolo

#31. Let me say to you, that many of you will see the time when you will have all the trouble, trial and persecution that you can stand, and plenty of opportunities to show that you are true to God and his work. This Church has before it many close places through which it will have to pass before the work of God is crowned with victory. The time will come when no man nor woman will be able to endure on borrowed light. Each will have to be guided by the light within himself. If you do not have it, how can you stand? #Quote by Heber C. Kimball

#32. Flora took pleasure in the delicacy of her approach and studied the ways of the smallest, sweetest blooms she could find, tiny pimpernels and forget-me-nots hiding in the pockets of the fields. The energy of the sun on her body and the joy of foraging filled her soul. She flew the fields and gathered until the light began to fade and she heard the sound of her forager sisters' wings turning for home. Then she joined them. #Quote by Laline Paull

#33. When you notice light seeping into your coffin, it's hard to go on pretending that you're still dead. #Quote by John Burdett

#34. When I was younger, living in an all-black neighborhood the other kids thought I was better than them because of my light skin and straight hair. Then we moved to an all-white neighborhood and that was a culture shock ... I'd been used to being around all black kids. #Quote by Halle Berry

#35. Genius is among other minds what the carbuncle is among gemstones; it radiates its own light while the others only reflect what they receive. #Quote by Arthur Schopenhauer

#36. I look around. We are inside the incinerator, which would be completely dark if not for the lines of light glowing in the shape of a small door on the other side. The floor is solid metal in some places and metal grating in others. Everything smells like rotting garbage and fire.
'Don't say I never took you anywhere nice,' Peter says. #Quote by Veronica Roth

#37. In this world, there are only 'things that seem like the truth' and 'things that seem like rumors - A-ya #Quote by Suzumu

#38. We thought New York City was home to 8 million rats. Turns out, that's a little high. The actual number is 2 million rats. That explains the light turnout for the midterm elections. #Quote by David Letterman

#39. Banned! My eyes light up, I think I see stars. Anything that has been banned by anyone must be something I'd like. #Quote by Elizabeth Wurtzel

#40. The heavy armor becomes the light dress of childhood; the pain is brief, the joy unending. #Quote by Arthur Schopenhauer

#41. Through this process, I've learned to not only love myself, but to love God, to trust in Him that I can do this. That I will beat this because I am strong and I have His light in my soul. #Quote by Toni Aleo

#42. All the evil in the world is the fault of the self-styled pure in heart, a result of their eagerness to unearth secrets and expose them to the light of the sun. #Quote by Jean Giraudoux

#43. The sky clenched, a mountain of mud convulsed, earth and sky bellowed at each other, there was a horrible pinkness, a sudden greenness, a lingering orangeness that stained the clouds, and then the light sank and the night at last was deeply, hideously dark. There was no further sound other than the soft tinkle of water. But #Quote by Douglas Adams

#44. The perfume of incense reminds us of the pervading influence of virtue, the lamp reminds us of light of knowledge and the flowers which soon fade and die, reminds us of impermanence. When we bow, we express our gratitude to the Buddha for what his teachings have given us. This is the nature of Buddhist worship. #Quote by Anonymous

#45. We must pass through the darkness, to reach the light. #Quote by Albert Pike

#46. The planes of light exist. Yoga is a method of unifying the energies of the body, the mind, and the spirit and directing them towards infinity, the planes of light. #Quote by Frederick Lenz

#47. It almost occurred;
It almost got hold of my purity,
Just as it headed for the war within my being,
I fed it a light so bright;
It thought it almost had control of me.
Depression is just a dis-ease,
So; Let your mind be free #Quote by Nikki Rowe

#48. She was shining a light on us, she was coming into being, endlessly being formed and reformed as the muscles in her face worked at smiling and speaking, as the electronic dots swarmed. #Quote by Don DeLillo

#49. In that light, philosophy is not so much
or not simply
'the love of wisdom,' but instead marks the passage from wonder as a noun to wonder as a verb. Philosophy is the love of wisdom to the extent that it remains an incitement to it. #Quote by Michael Munro

#50. Darkness does not leave without the light to chase it away. You need to have spiritual strength to pull you through the rough times. #Quote by Keith Shaver

#51. My new city [Seattle] and its hinterland felt deceptively homely. Their similar latitude gave them the angular light and lingering evenings I was used to. Their damp marine weather, blowing in from the southwest, came in the right direction. When the mountains are hidden under a low sky, one might almost imagine oneself to be in Britain. #Quote by Jonathan Raban

#52. This day is getting older.
In fading light, it's beautiful.
This wind is blowing colder,
and too soon I'll feel its pull.
So sturdy up, sturdy up your heart,
for the road is long ahead.
I'll be with you even though we're apart,
but your road is yours to tread. #Quote by The Beautiful Girls

#53. Every flower and insect, every bird, and all the creatures that live upon the land and swim within the rivers and seas, are part of the Tree of Life. You are connected to the whole of life. Whatever happens to the myriad forms of life in the world around you, has a direct affect on you'. #Quote by Alexis Karpouzos

#54. Don't strew me with roses after I'm dead.
...When Death claims the light of my brow
No flowers of life will cheer me: instead
You may give me my roses now! #Quote by Thomas F. Healy

#55. A blessing is a circle of light drawn around a person to protect, heal and strengthen. #Quote by John O'Donohue

#56. My love, suddenly
your hip
is the curve of the wineglass
filled to the brim,
your breast is the cluster,
your hair the light of alcohol,
your nipples, the grapes
your navel pure seal
stamped on your barrel of a belly,
and your love the cascade
of unquenchable wine,
the brightness that falls on my senses,
the earthen splendor of life. #Quote by Pablo Neruda

#57. Two temptations that impair the value of their work inevitably beset public men who write memoirs. One is a tendency to reconstruct the past to suit the present views and feelings of the writer; the other is a natual desire to set his own part in affairs in a pleasing light. #Quote by Edward Grey, 1st Viscount Grey Of Fallodon

#58. Always. There is always time for jokes. As my father would say, humour is the spark that lights every dark. #Quote by Dianna Hardy

#59. The Jabalites ... They worship no god; and if we in goodness of heart do send a missionary to show them the way of life, they listen with respect to all he hath to say, and then they eat him. This doth tend to hinder the spread of light. #Quote by Mark Twain

#60. It is important to note that the relevant factor to sexual harassment in this story is not gender identity but gender perception. Some friends and acquaintances who have experienced harassment do not, in fact, identify as women; they were perceived as women. As I sought support, the key issue was not their gender identity, but the gender signifiers that led them to be perceived as women. If we don't admit that sexual harassment is a gendered experience, we can never shed light on the sexism implicit in many cases of harassment. However, in addressing these sorts of gendered experiences, we may find that gender identity is not the most useful category. #Quote by Kate Bornstein

#61. The walls weren't moving, and the room was open - gaping. No colors, but shades of darkness, of night . Only those star-flecked violet eyes were bright, full of color and light. He gave me a lazy smile before he leaned forward.
I pulled away, but his hands were like shackles. I could do nothing as his mouth met with my cheek, and he licked away a tear. His tongue was hot against my skin, so startling that I couldn't move as he licked away another path of salt water, and then another. My body went taut and loose all at once and I burned, even as chills shuddered along my limbs. It was only when his tongue danced along the damp edges of my lashes that I jerked back.
He chuckled as I scrambled for the corner of the cell. I wiped my face as I glared at him.
He smirked, sitting down against a wall. "I figured that would get you to stop crying."
"It was disgusting." I wiped my face again.
"Was it?" He quirked an eyebrow and pointed to his palm - to the place where my tattoo would be. "Beneath all your pride and stubbornness, I could have sworn I detected something that felt differently. Interesting."
"Get out."
"As usual, your gratitude is overwhelming. #Quote by Sarah J. Maas

#62. The light shines in the soul, awaken the spirit and gives clearer sight. #Quote by Lailah Gifty Akita

#63. I'm sure you'll have fun," said Garry, insincerely. "And how is the Creature from the Black Lagoon?" "Jessica's from Ilford, actually, Garry. And she remains the light and love of my life, thank you very much for asking. #Quote by Neil Gaiman

#64. I've often thought that among all the afflicting sights of the world, none can be much more so than this one short walk along three city blocks, where night after night it's possible to see--indeed, it's impossible not to see--these faces from which hope and joy and dignity and light have been draining so steadily and for so long that now there is nothing left but this assortment of indifferent, damaged masks. They belong to human beings who, after a lifetime of struggling to become one thing or another, have succeeded only in becoming the rough sketches of their species, recognizable but empty, the bruised and wretched bodies and souls of the saddest people on earth: the people who no longer care. #Quote by Edwin O'Connor

#65. Yes, depression is painful, and oppressive, and frightening and draining. But YOU are strong, and worthy, and valuable and necessary. This affirmation should be your light in the darkness. So I ask anyone who is drifting off, and tempted to retreat into mental despair...turn your light in. Find your way back. People who love you, are waiting. People who understand are waiting. Don't discount what your support system can do. Turn your light on. #Quote by Carlos Wallace

#66. It was the night that the power went out in Berkeley that he'd finished Joyce's Finnegan's Wake by the light of a candle. Sometimes you need to be forced to study what's right in front of you. #Quote by Anne Rice

#67. yes, I have feelings
and no, I'm not afraid of them
not even the shadowy ones
that you'd rather ignore
i gather them in
welcome them home
give them space to breathe
and light them on glorious fire
just to see
what might be illuminated
while they burn #Quote by Jeanette LeBlanc

#68. I beg you to see this in the right light, and to combine it with the feeling about what happened through the Mystery of Golgotha, in which his actual sacrifice consisted: namely in leaving the spiritual spheres in order to live with the earth and the human beings on the earth and to consolidate the impulse he gave for further human evolution on earth. #Quote by Rudolf Steiner

#69. The comic and the tragic lie inseparably close, like light and shadow. #Quote by Socrates

#70. Not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin. #Quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

#71. A soul wound doesn't grow a new layer of normality overnight" Cinderella in Focus: Cindy'Secret #Quote by Hlbalcomb

#72. Life is a dark stage on which you were born to shine. #Quote by Matshona Dhliwayo

#73. I asked you not to train that horse," Christopher snapped, "and you agreed."
Beatrix felt instantly defensive. She was accustomed to doing as she pleased. This was certainly not the first time she'd ever fallen from a horse, nor the last.
"You didn't ask that specifically," she said reasonably, "you asked me not to do anything dangerous. And in my opinion, it wasn't."
Instead of calming Christopher, that seemed to enrage him even further. "In light of the fact that you were nearly flattened like a pikelet just now, I'd say you were wrong."
Beatrix was intent on winning the argument. "Well, it doesn't matter in any case, because the promise I made was for after we married. And we're not married yet."
Leo covered his eyes with his hand, shook his head, and retreated from her vision. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#74. The only way to get our values right is to see, not the beginning, but the end of the way, to see things not only in the light of time but in the light of Eternity. #Quote by William Barclay

#75. The light is heart-breaking. #Quote by Jenny Downham

#76. The Hum-bird paused, a long needle sliding out of the hole in its beak. It bent quickly, poking the needle into Scarlett's face. Its head popped back up and then repeated the motion in three more spots on the Jordan's face before hopping to the other side and starting over.

It hopped back and forth a few more times, pausing now and then with its injector, plumping skin and filling the fine lines in Scarlett's face. After examining its works, the needle withdrew and another one protruded, glistening pink in the dimmed light. This time the Hum-bird hopped around, paralyzing any damaging nerve clusters that over time would be bound to cause wrinkles in the skin. #Quote by April Adams

#77. Also, in my bedroom, nobody minded if I kept the hall door half-open, allowing in enough light that I was not scared of the dark, and, just as important, allowing me to read secretly, after my bedtime, using the dim hallway light to read by, if I needed to. I always needed to. #Quote by Neil Gaiman

#78. sheets of yellow flowers glow in the fields, and Jutta wonders if any of them grow over the bones of her brother. Before dark, a well-dressed man with a prosthetic leg boards the train. He sits beside her and lights a cigarette. Jutta clutches her bag between her knees; she is certain that he was wounded in the war, that he will try to start a conversation, that her deficient French will betray her. Or that Max will say something. Or that the man can already tell. Maybe she smells German. He'll say, You did this to me. Please. Not in front of my son. But the train jolts into motion, and the man finishes his cigarette and gives her a preoccupied smile and promptly falls asleep. #Quote by Anthony Doerr

#79. Dark is a way and light is a place,
Heaven that never was
Nor will be ever is always true
Poem on His Birthday #Quote by Dylan Thomas

#80. Book light," Grandma grumbles as I hurry her away from Dad's boss and his wife. "Who the hell wants
a book light?"
"Lots of people," I say. "They are very handy things to have. #Quote by Meg Cabot

#81. They reminded Ifemelu of television commercials, of people whose lives were lived always in flattering light, whose messes were still aesthetically pleasing. #Quote by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

#82. 1The LORD is my light and my salvation - whom shall I fear? The LORD is the stronghold of my life - of whom shall I be afraid? #Quote by Lysa TerKeurst

#83. I don't think I would have survived that had you not been there. I told you before that your my light, my Sunshine, and baby, if it hadn't been for you shining that light on me today, I wouldn't have escaped that pain. #Quote by Harper Sloan

#84. You think I'm playing at some game? You think iron will keep you safe? Hear my words, manling. Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath. Listen. You cannot hurt me. You cannot run or hide. In this I will not be defied.

I swear by all the salt in me: if you run counter to my desire, the remainder of your brief mortal span will be an orchestra of misery.

I swear by stone and oak and elm: I'll make a game of you. I'll follow you unseen and smother any spark of joy you find. You'll never know a woman's touch, a breath of rest, a moment's peace of mind.

And I swear by the night sky and the ever-moving moon: if you lead my master to despair, I will slit you open and splash around like a child in a muddy puddle. I'll string a fiddle with your guts and make you play it while I dance. You are an educated man. You know there are no such things as demons. There is only my kind. You are not wise enough to fear me as I should be feared. You do not know the first note of the music that moves me. -Bast #Quote by Patrick Rothfuss

#85. Emotionally intelligent people know how to light their own fire to sustain their activities to accomplish your goals. #Quote by Susan C. Young

#86. A change now began to take place in his work which gave him enormous pleasure. In the midst of his work moments came to him when he forgot what he was doing and began to feel light, and in those moments his swath came out as even and good as Titus's. But as soon as he remembered what he was doing and starting trying to do better, he at once felt how hard the work was and the swath came out badly. #Quote by Leo Tolstoy

#87. Have you noticed how often it happens that a really good idea
the kind of idea that looks, as it approaches, like the explanation for everything about everything
tends to hover near at hand when you are thinking hard about something quite different? There you are, halfway into a taxi, thinking about the condition of the cartilage in the right knee joint, and suddenly, with a whirring sound, in flies a new notion looking for a place to light. You'd better be sure you have a few bare spots, denuded of anything like thought, ready for its perching, or it will fly away into the dark. #Quote by Lewis Thomas

#88. The light must illuminate. #Quote by Lailah Gifty Akita

#89. The real trouble is this: giving expression to thought by the observable medium of words is like the work of the silkworm. In being made into silk, the material achieves its value. But in the light of day it stiffens; it becomes something alien, no longer malleable. True, we can then more easily and freely recall the same thought, but perhaps we can never experience it again in its original freshness. #Quote by Erwin Schrodinger

#90. A great ring of pure & endless light
Dazzles the darkness in my heart
And breaks apart the dusky clouds of night.
The end of all is hinted in the start.
When we are born we bear the seeds of blight;
Around us life & death are torn apart,
Yet a great ring of pure and endless light
Dazzles the darkness in my heart.
It lights the world to my delight.
Infinity is present in each part.
A loving smile contains all art.
The motes of starlight spark & dart.
A grain of sand holds power & might.
Infinity is present in each part,
And a great ring of pure and endless light
Dazzles the darkness in my heart. #Quote by Madeleine L'Engle

#91. Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light
a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite. #Quote by John Muir

#92. The various qualities of my readings seem to permeate my every muscle, so that, when I finally decide
to turn off the library light, I carry into my sleep the voices and the movements of the book I've just closed. #Quote by Alberto Manguel

#93. Just as the light of the sun attracts a healthy eye, so through love knowledge of God naturally draws to itself a pure intellect. #Quote by Maximus The Confessor

#94. Say what you will about seeing the bright side in every situation, but sometimes there is no bright side. Sometimes the only thing to see is darkness for miles and miles with no way to find even a single glimmer of light. #Quote by Amy Matayo

#95. My arrival
Her womb's delight
Her existence
My living light
Her wounds
My scars
Her skies
My stars
Her days
My hours
Her strength
My powers
I breathe my name
Being her child
Without mother
Life's beguiled
From the poem 'Mother #Quote by Munia Khan

#96. Deep darkness precedes the dawn of brightness light. #Quote by Lailah Gifty Akita

#97. Ay, on the shores of darkness there is a light, and precipices show untrodden green; there is a budding morrow in midnight; there is triple sight in blindness keen. #Quote by John Keats

#98. Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever? What agreement has the temple of God with idols? #Quote by Anonymous

#99. Alyosha, was not at all a fanatic, and, in my view at least, even not at all a mystic. I will give my full opinion beforehand: he was simply an early lover of mankind,1 and if he threw himself into the monastery path, it was only because it alone struck him at the time and presented him, so to speak, with an ideal way out for his soul struggling from the darkness of worldly wickedness towards the light of love. And this path struck him only because on it at that time he met a remarkable being, in his opinion, our famous monastery elder Zosima, to whom he became attached with all the ardent first love of his unquenchable heart. #Quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#100. The world is darkness; knowledge is light; but knowledge without truth is a mere shadow. #Quote by Ali Ibn Abi Talib

#101. When it begins it is like a light in a tunnel, a rush of steel and
steam across a torn up life. It is a low rumble, an earthquake in the
back of the mind. My spine is a track with cold black steel racing on
it, a trail of steam and dust following behind, ghost like. It feels
like my whole life is holding its breath.

By the time she leaves the room I am surprised that she can't see the
train. It has jumped the track of my spine and landed in my mothers'
living room. A cold dark thing, black steel and redwood paneling. It
is the old type, from the western movies I loved as a kid.

He throws open the doors to the outside world, to the dark ocean. I
feel a breeze tugging at me, a slender finger of wind that catches at
my shirt. Pulling. Grabbing. I can feel the panic build in me, the
need to scream or cry rising in my throat.
And then I am out the door, running, tumbling down the steps falling
out into the darkened world, falling out into the lifeless ocean. Out
into the blackness. Out among the stars and shadows.

And underneath my skin, in the back of my head and down the back of my
spine I can feel the desperation and I can feel the noise. I can feel
the deep and ancient ache of loudness that litters across my bones.
It's like an old lover, comfortable and well known, but unwelcome and
inappropriate with her stories of our frolicking.

And then she's go #Quote by Jason Derr

#102. We live in a culture that sells sex, promotes sex, and degrades sex, yet God calls His daughters to live as light in this darkness. #Quote by Marian Jordan Ellis

#103. As I went through the city by day
I saw shadows in sunlight;
But in the night I saw everywhere
Stars within the darkness. #Quote by John Gould Fletcher

#104. The reactors in Japan are stable in the same way that a ticking time bomb is also stable. It wouldn't take much to light the fuse - a 6.6 earthquake, like what happened today in Japan, a pipe break, an over-pressurized containment vessel - anything could set it off, in which case we would have another Chernobyl, three times the magnitude of a Chernobyl accident. #Quote by Michio Kaku

#105. Suddenly the light came on at the back of her parents' house, flooding the yard. "Is there somebody out there? Amy, is that you?" her mother called. "No. Tell me this isn't happening." Quinn rested his forehead against hers. "Has she got a wiretap on you or something? I swear, she's like a walking hard-on detector. #Quote by Sarah Mayberry

#106. Wisps of arctic blue and green and purple buzzed and whirled within those sharp spikes, sending out a wild coruscation of coloured light. The aurora was mesmerizing and blinding at the same time, and little disco balls hoped that they could grow up to be half as brilliant one day. #Quote by Jim Butcher

#107. Today there is a pleasant very light haze over the whole sky, and the sea has a misleadingly docile silvered look, as if the substantial wavelets were determined to stroke the rocks as hard as they could without showing any trace of foam. It is a compact radiant complacent sort of sea, very beautiful. There ought to be seals, the waves themselves are almost seals today, but still I scan the water in vain with my long-distance glasses. Enormous yellow-beaked gulls perch on the rocks and stare at me with brilliant glass eyes. A shadow-cormorant skims the glycerine sea. The rocks are thronged with butterflies. The temperature remains high. I wash my clothes and dry them on the lawn. I have been swimming every day
and feel very fit and salty. Still no move from Lizzie, but I am not worried. I feel happy in my silence. If the gods have some treat in store for Lizzie and me, good. If not, also good. I feel innocent and free. Perhaps it is all that swimming. #Quote by Iris Murdoch

#108. I don't usually like a smoky eye; if there is any smokiness, it's got to be a light color. #Quote by Nadine Velazquez

#109. History must speak for itself. A historian is content if he has been able to shed more light. #Quote by William L. Shirer

#110. Antioch, farewell! for wisdom sees, those men blush not in actions blacker than the night, will 'schew no course to keep them from the light. One sin, I know, another doth provoke; Murder's as near to lust as flame to smoke. Poison and treason are the hands of sin; Ay, and the targets to put off the shame. Then, lest my life be cropped to keep you clear, By flight I'll shun the danger which I fear. #Quote by William Shakespeare

#111. That would be showing him a part of her soul, a part of her mind, that she's never risked showing anyone. The raw and squirming part that indifferent high-school counselor were always prying at, the part therapists tried to trick her into showing them for free, the part her parents hated her for. The light and the darkness behind her eyes. The soft places. #Quote by Caitlin R. Kiernan

#112. BELIEF - It's the shining, lighthouse beacon that relentlessly lights the path to your personal utopia, your promised land your infinite wishes and fantasies. It's your incessant blinding light at the end of the tunnel #Quote by Michael Khatkar

#113. Far, far away, there is a beautiful Country which no human eye has ever seen in waking hours. Under the Sunset it lies, where the distant horizon bounds the day, and where the clouds, splendid with light and colour, give a promise of the glory and beauty which encompass it. Sometimes it is given to us to see it in dreams. #Quote by Bram Stoker

#114. So important , indeed, is it (Light), and so much does it pervade with its influence the whole Masonic system, that Freemasonry itself anciently received, among other appellations, that of Lux, or Light, to signify that it is to be regarded as that sublime doctrine of Divine Truth by which the path of him who has attained it is to be illuminated in his pilgrimage of life. #Quote by Albert Mackey

#115. Kahlan guide me. Kahlan teach me. Kahlan protect me. In your light I thrive. In your mercy I am sheltered. In your wisdom I am humbled. I live only to love you. My life is yours. #Quote by Terry Goodkind

#116. The size of the tree you cut determines the weight with which you have to throw the axe. #Quote by Israelmore Ayivor

#117. A black dog, tall and wide as a full grown man, took a couple of steps toward them. It bared sharp, yellow fangs big as Bowie knifes. Drool dripped from them to the dried grass below. Unable to help it, Lee wet his pants when he saw the animal's eyes. It had four glowing orbs that burned with a smoldering red light like the fires of Hell. #Quote by Pamela K. Kinney

#118. She walks away, and I am too stunned to follow her. At the end of the hallways she turns and says, "Have a piece of cake for me, all right? The chocolate. It's delicious." She smiles a strange, twisted smile, and adds," I love you, you know." And then she's gone. I stand alone in the blue light coming from the lamp above me, and I understand: She has been to the compound before. She remembered this hallways. She knows about the initiation process. My mother was a dauntless. #Quote by Veronica Roth

#119. I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse. #Quote by Katherine Mansfield

#120. Sometimes, I guess, an over-valent idea enters the mind as a problem, or imaginary problem. This is not so rare. You are getting ready for bed, late at night, and all of a sudden the idea comes into your mind that you did not shut off your car lights. You look out the window at your car-which is parked in your driveway in plain sight-and you can see that it shows no lights. But then you think: Maybe I left the lights on and they stayed on so long that they ran the battery down. So to be sure, I must go out and check. You put on your robe and go out, unlock the car door, get in and pull on the headlight switch. The lights come on. You turn them off, get out, lock up the car and return to the house. What has happened is that you have gone crazy; you have become psychotic. Because you have discounted the testimony of your senses; you could see out the window that the car lights were not on, yet you went out to check anyhow. This is the cardinal factor: you saw but you did not believe. Or, conversely, you did not see something but you believed it anyhow. Theoretically, you could travel between your bedroom and the car forever, trapped in an eternal closed loop of unlocking the car, trying the light switch, returning to the house-in this regard you herewith are a machine. You are no longer human. #Quote by Philip K. Dick

#121. The devil is no fool. He can get people feeling about heaven the way they ought to feel about hell. He can make them fear the means of grace the way they do not fear sin. And he does so, not by light but by obscurity, not by realities but by shadows; not by clarity and substance, but by dreams and the creatures of psychosis. And men are so poor in intellect that a few cold chills down their spine will be enough to keep them from ever finding out the truth about anything. #Quote by Thomas Merton

#122. I always thought my questions were wrong questions because no one else asked them. Maybe no one thought of them. Maybe darkness got there first. Maybe I am the first light touching a gulf of ignorance ... Maybe my questions matter. #Quote by Elizabeth Moon

#123. This is our world. Aye, there's more than enough of darkness in it. But over everything there's all this joy, Kit. There's all this lovely, lovely light. #Quote by David Almond

#124. Gloria had lulled his mind to sleep. She, who seemed of all women the wisest and the finest, hung like a brilliant curtain across his doorways, shutting out the light of the sun. In those first years what he believed bore invariably the stamp of Gloria; he saw the sun always through the pattern of the curtain. #Quote by F Scott Fitzgerald

#125. Into all our lives, in many simple, familiar, homely ways, God infuses this element of joy from the surprises of life, which unexpectedly brighten our days and fill our eyes with light. #Quote by Samuel Longfellow

#126. You felt, in spite of all bureaucracy and inefficiency and party strife something that was like the feeling you expected to have and did not have when you made your first communion. It was a feeling of consecration to a duty toward all of the oppressed of the world which would be as difficult and embarrasing to speak about as religious experience and yet it was as authentic as the feeling you had when you heard Bach, or stood in Chartres Cathedral or the Cathedral at León and saw the light coming through the great windows; or when you saw Mantegna and Greco and Brueghel in the Prado. It gave you a part in something that you could believe in wholly and completely and in which you felt an absolute brotherhood with the others who were engaged in it. It was something that you had never known before but that you had experienced now and you gave such importance to it and the reasons for it that you own death seemed of complete unimportance; only a thing to be avoided because it would interfere with the performance of your duty. But the best thing was that there was something you could do about this feeling and this necessity too. You could fight. #Quote by Ernest Hemingway

#127. When he arrived, he found that the two most important women in his life - his mother and his young wife - were dying. At 3:00 a.m. on February 14, Valentine's Day, Martha Roosevelt, still a vibrant, dark-haired Southern belle at forty-six, died of typhoid fever. Eleven hours later, her daughter-in-law, Alice Lee Roosevelt, who had given birth to Theodore's first child just two days before, succumbed to Bright's disease, a kidney disorder. That night, in his diary, Roosevelt marked the date with a large black "X" and a single anguished entry: "The light has gone out of my life. #Quote by Candice Millard

#128. A little later Anastasia was sitting before her bedroom fire writing. It has a magic of its own - the bedroom fire. Not such a one as night by night warms hothouse bedrooms of the rich, but that which burns but once or twice a year. How the coals glow between the bars, how the red light shimmers on the black-lead bricks, how the posset steams upon the hob! Milk or tea, cocoa or coffee, poor commonplace liquids, are they not transmuted in the alembic of a bedroom fire, till they become nepenthe for a heartache or a philtre for romance? Ah, the romance of it, when youth forestalls to-morrow's conquest, when middle life forgets that yesterday is past for ever, when even querulous old age thinks it may still have its "honour and its toil"! #Quote by John Meade Falkner

#129. When it came to time travel, science and science fiction and fantasy had flip-flopped. Nobody was going to create a machine that traveled to the future or the past. Time machines might be accepted in science fiction as an enabling device to get the story moving, but they're like faster-than-light space ships-- neither one is going to happen any time soon, not with any technology we know how to implement.
The guys who had it figured were the fantasists, Dennis. The Finneys and the Mathesons and the Ellisons and the Serlings. No machines and no advanced physics, at least not most of the time. Just an overpowering desire. Just need and longing and pain and regret and the right talisman or the right surroundings. Put the right person in the right place, and perhaps with the right objects, and the potential for time travel is there. #Quote by Tony Rabig

#130. When he got to his own house, William Wallace saw to his surprise that it had not rained at all. But there, curved over the roof, was something he had never seen before as long as he could remember, a rainbow at night. In the light of the moon, which had risen again, it looked small and of gauzy material, like a lady's summer dress, a faint veil through which the stars showed.
("A Wide Net") #Quote by Eudora Welty

#131. Time dissolves in summer anyway: days are long, weekends longer. Hours get all thin and watery when you are lost in the book you'd never otherwise have time to read. Senses are sharper - something about the moist air and bright light and fruit in season - and so memories stir and startle. #Quote by Nancy Gibbs

#132. And this is the judgment: q the light has come into the world, and r people loved the darkness rather than the light because s their works were evil. #Quote by Anonymous

#133. He felt the scent and the golden glow of the sunset light as intensely as he felt the dead silence which reigned between himself and Hester almost with the effect of a physical presence. #Quote by Frances Hodgson Burnett

#134. O man, do you believe that Christ is God? If you believe, fear, and keep His commandments? there is no other God but He (cf. Dt. 4:35). To Him no one is equal, nor can become equal (cf. Is. 40:18). He is Ruler of all things, the Judge of all, the King of all, the Maker of light and the Lord of life. He is the Light that is ineffable, inaccessible (cf. I Tim. 6:16), and He is the Only One. By His appearing He causes all His enemies to vanish before His face (cf. Ps. 68:2 f.), as well as those who do not perform His commandments, just as the sun when it rises drives away the darkness of night. #Quote by Symeon The New Theologian

#135. Now that physics is proving the intelligence of the universe what are we to do about the stupidity of mankind? I include myself. I know that the earth is not flat but my feet are. I know that space is curved but my brain has been condoned by habit to grow in a straight line. What I call light is my own blend of darkness. What I call a view is my hand-painted trompe-l'oeil. I run after knowledge like a ferret down a ferret hole. My limitations, I call the boundaries of what can be known. I interpret the world by confusing other people's psychology with my own. #Quote by Jeanette Winterson

#136. He could see. And he walked along, feeling the joy of a man who sees, a joy that a man tends to forget in sufficient light. #Quote by Wendell Berry

#137. I am especially interested in shadows and light that are changed by branches or leaves. So that is mostly what I watch when I am up in the trees. I watch the shadows, I watch the lights, and I watch the leaves move in the wind. On #Quote by Ned Hayes

#138. The skeleton key unlocks the mind and swings open the door of imagination. A far better place than here A much safer place than there The quintessential somewhere The mystical nowhere The enigmatic anywhere My gift to you - the key to everywhere.
The mortal will find itself lost while the soul always knows the way it is grateful for the darkness and celebrates the day

I can give you peace my peace I give you... but I cannot be your savior or your god - I cannot be the light along your path - I can only give you the lamp and point the way.

The blind will see... the deaf will hear... but those who choose reason will never understand.

Woe to the ones who think they know the answers they will cease to ask the questions that may be their own salvation.

We possess the knowledge of the Universe from conception. Once born we are taught to forget.

If we cannot look out at our world and see our children's vision then we are truly blind we are unable to lead them to paradise.

"Even people who are in the dark search for their shadows. Shadows exist only if there is light. We will never find total darkness - not even in death... ...and we always cast a shadow no matter how overcast our skies become. You are never alone."

Do not listen to the voice that shouts to you from behind desks behind podiums behind altars. Do not pay attention to the orators and the opportunists. Do not be distracted by th #Quote by M. Teresa Clayton

#139. Before the World
was created,
the Word already existed.
The Word was
the source of life,
and this life brought light
to mankind.
The light shines
in the darkness,
and the darkness
has never put it out. #Quote by Hiroya Oku

#140. Her bright green eyes pop against the smudged black mascara. There's so much pain hidden inside those liquid pools, and I want to unravel her.
I'd like to soften up her edges till they're so blurry I'm the only thing she can focus on, the only thing she can see. I need to light a fire where her heart has been left cold and hardened, rearranging her broken pieces around mine in a way I can make them fit together. I want to crawl inside of her so deep she can't use me like she's used to and then get rid of me and forget we happened. #Quote by Tammy Faith

#141. Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary.
She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness.
Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!"
"I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt."
She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel.
"Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see.
"My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. #Quote by Clare McNally

#142. But I think certain death and dismemberment is in my forecast, followed by light rain of guts and flayed skin. #Quote by Sherrilyn Kenyon

#143. Taking architecture seriously therefore makes some singular strenuous demands upon us. It requires that we open ourselves to the idea that we are affected by our surroundings even when they are made of vinyl and would be expensive and time-consuming to ameliorate. It means conceding that we are inconveniently vulnerable to the color of our wallpaper and that our sense of purpose may be derailed by an unfortunate bedspread. At the same time, it means acknowledging that buildings are able to solve no more than a fraction of our dissatisfactions or prevent evil from unfolding under their watch.

Architecture, even at its most accomplished, will only ever constitute a small, and imperfect (expensive, prone to destruction, and morally unreliable), protest against the state of things. More awkwardly still, architecture asks us to imagine that happiness might often have an unostentatious, unheroic character to it, that it might be found in a run of old floorboards or in a wash of morning light over a plaster wall - in undramatic, frangible scenes of beauty that move us because we are aware of the darker backdrop against which they are set. #Quote by Alain De Botton

#144. As Pope Benedict writes in Caritas in Veritate: Only in truth does charity shine forth, only in truth can charity be authentically lived. Truth is the light that gives meaning and value to charity. That light is both the light of reason and the light of faith, through which the intellect attains to the natural and supernatural truth of charity: it grasps its meaning as gift, acceptance, and communion. Without truth, charity degenerates into sentimentality.[2] #Quote by James Schall

#145. When [Claudette Colbert] died at 92, on July 30, 1996, her front-page New York Times obit recalled her "wit, gaiety, cupid'sbow mouth and light touch ... worldly and sophisticated yet down to earth." Claudette herself was quoted, "I've always believed that acting is instinct to start with; you either have it or you don't ... I did comedy because all my life I always wanted to laugh myself. There was never anything that gave me as much satisfaction as to be in something amusing. #Quote by Eve Golden

#146. As he waited for her, he braced himself for the sight of her, ready to turn out the light as soon as she reached her bed.
But when Daniela came in, she wasn't wearing her nightgown. She returned from the bathroom in a bath towel. And then she locked the door behind her and dropped the towel. Drops of water glistened on her naked skin as if she'd been painted with diamonds.
"Christ," he breathed. #Quote by Dana Marton

#147. Who's to say that my light is better than your darkness? Who's to say death is better than your darkness? Who am I to say? #Quote by Daniel Keyes

#148. Good cheer is a state of mind or mood that promotes happiness or joy ... With God's help, good cheer permits us to rise above the depressing present or difficult circumstances. It is a process of positive reassurance and reinforcement. It is sunshine when clouds block the light. #Quote by Marvin J. Ashton

#149. The ultimate luxury is to reread: to revisit a book to see how time has treated it, how memory has distorted it, or how my own passing years have cast a new light on it. #Quote by Michael Upchurch

#150. It is at night when sleep like the outgoing sea leaves you dry and cold and the morning light arrives like a small punishment. #Quote by Chloe Thurlow

#151. Every day you play with the light of the universe. #Quote by Pablo Neruda

#152. I like to read great books not because I'm hoping to imitate them but because I want to remind myself how good you have to be to be any good at all. We won't be read in the light of other writers in our zip code or decade but as we compare to Proust, Joyce, and Nabokov. History has set the bar very high, and one must jump over it, not do the limbo under it. #Quote by Edmund White

#153. A grateful loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. It plants its Eden in the wilderness and solitary place, and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses. #Quote by John Greenleaf Whittier

#154. Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light. #Quote by Mark Strand

#155. See him now, his face lit up with delight at the parade advancing on every side, of cart and carriage, delivery truck and spacious brougham, of ladies in their colorful crinoline and dandies dandier than the foppish fop astride boneshaker bicycles weaving between the vendors' carts as expertly as rodeo barrel racers. Sunset was still almost two hours hence, but the buildings on the western side cast long engulfing shadows, between which the granite pavement glowed honey gold in smoky shafts of slanting light, the light painting the facades along the eastern side the same Hyblaean hue. #Quote by Rick Yancey

#156. The purer your light, the lighter you will be. #Quote by Paul Bamikole

#157. You know, sometimes people change without telling anyone first," he says. He gets close to me and it's almost intimidating but his voice is soft. He has a scar that peeks from the neck of his shirt, just above his collar-bone and it's the only thing I see in the fire's light.
"When I know what I'm saying, I would love to confide in you sometime." I pull away and mount S'rato. It feels good to be back on him and I stroke the length of his neck before tapping my heel. #Quote by Celia Mcmahon

#158. That quest for something pretty. A cheat. A cliche. Flowers and Christmas lights, it's what we're programmed to love. #Quote by Chuck Palahniuk

#159. There was a coldness, it seemed to me, beyond her years, in her smiling melancholy persistent refusal to afford me the least ray of light. I cannot say we quarreled upon this point, for she would not quarrel upon any. It was, of course, very unfair of me to press her, very ill-bred, but I really could not help it; and I might just as well have let it alone. What she did tell me amounted, in my unconscionable estimation
to nothing. #Quote by J. Sheridan Le Fanu

#160. Bless those people, for they are a part of my faith's firmness. Bless the stories my foster mother read to me, the stories of mine she later listened to, her thin blond hair hanging down a single sheet. The house, old and shingled, with niches and culverts I loved to crawl in, where the rain pinged on a leaky roof and out in the puddled yard a beautiful German shepherd, who licked my face and offered me his paw, barked and played in the water. Bless the night there, the hallway light they left on for me, burning a soft yellow wedge that I turned into a wing, a woman, an entire army of angels who, I learned to imagine, knew just how to sing me to sleep. #Quote by Lauren Slater

#161. When horrible life-shattering things take place, especially in our relationships, these events become central to our experience and most everything else is viewed in their light, God included. You may have your #Quote by Gary W. Deddo

#162. And in whatever afterlife your precious Light grants you, your parents will wish Queen Tiffin had miscarried. #Quote by Christie Golden

#163. The first thing people lose on a diet is their sense of humor. Keep it fun. Keep it light. #Quote by Gunnar Peterson

#164. I love you because you're tender and sweet, you the hardest and sternest of men. And your sweetness and tenderness are such that they make you as light as a shred of tulle, subtle as a flake of mist, airy as a caprice. Your thick muscles, your arms, your thighs, your hands, are more unreal than the melting of day into night. You envelop me and I contain you. #Quote by Jean Genet

#165. Intensity is the desire to receive. Open yourself to light and you will become light. #Quote by Jeanette Winterson

#166. Falsehood is fire in stubble; it likewise turns all the light stuff around it into its own substance for a moment, one crackling blazing moment, and then dies; and all its converts are scattered in the wind, without place or evidence of their existence, as viewless as the wind which scatters them. #Quote by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#167. The ego isn't a bad thing. If we didn't develop a strong ego, a strong sense of self, we wouldn't be able to relate to and engage with the extremely powerful and archetypal forces (both dark and light) of the unconscious. If we don't have a strongly developed sense of self (even though it is not, ultimately speaking, the true self), we will get overwhelmed and taken over by the powers of the unconscious such that we will compulsively act them out. #Quote by Paul Levy

#168. No matter how hard I fight to stay "in the light," I will have some darkness in my life. This is as sure as the patter of sunrise and sunset in the natural course of the day. #Quote by Joyce Rupp

#169. The light that radiates from the great novels time can never dim, for human existence is perpetually being forgotten by man and thus the novelists' discoveries, however old they may be, will never cease to astonish. #Quote by Milan Kundera

#170. Her voice like a bright, clear window of sky. Her face a field of freckles. He thinks: I don't want to let you go. #Quote by Anthony Doerr

#171. The majesty of a glowing light shines from within - CV #Quote by Chris Vonada

#172. There is, some say, in God a deep but dazzling darkness . . . That was it, exactly: an inky darkness that was also full to brimming with light. #Quote by Eben Alexander

#173. The world grows bigger as the light leaves it. There are no boundaries and no landmarks. The trees and the rocks and the anthills begin to disappear, one by one, whisked away under the magical cloak of evening. #Quote by Beryl Markham

#174. Depth, in a pictorial, plastic sense, is not created by the arrangement of objects one after another toward a vanishing point, in the sense of the Renaissance perspective, but on the contrary (and in absolute denial of this doctrine) by the creation of forces in the sense of push and pull . Nor is depth created by tonal gradation (another doctrine of the academician which, at its culmination, degraded the use of color to a mere function of expressing dark and light). #Quote by Hans Hofmann

#175. I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you. #Quote by Franz Kafka

#176. By the light of our insistent truths we wander into death #Quote by Edmond Jabes

#177. You!' said the old man contemptuously. 'What do you know of the time when young men shut themselves up in those lonely rooms, and read and read, hour after hour, and night after night, till their reason wandered beneath their midnight studies; till their mental powers were exhausted; till morning's light brought no freshness or health to them; and they sank beneath the unnatural devotion of their youthful energies to their dry old books? #Quote by Charles Dickens

#178. You like lies?" Shallan asked. "Good lies," Pattern said. "That lie. Good lie." "What makes a lie good?" Shallan asked, taking careful notes, recording Pattern's exact words. "True lies." "Pattern, those two are opposites." "Hmmmm . . . Light makes shadow. Truth makes lies. Hmmmm. #Quote by Brandon Sanderson

#179. A few drinks later you're not so choosy when the closing lights strip off the shadows on this strange new flesh you've found. #Quote by Joni Mitchell

#180. She wasn't scared of going deep, deep down in a world of no air and little light #Quote by Katherine Paterson

#181. We are the eyes in the darkness #Quote by Mladen Đorđević

#182. God can only send the greater light when men's hearts are able to bear it. #Quote by Richard Okorie

#183. Because a quite night is not the same as a silent one,a firm man is not the same as a steady one, and a bright light is not the same as a brilliant one because of the way they wedge themseleves into a sentence changes everything. #Quote by Tahereh Mafi

#184. Through the dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light Up the blackness streaking; Knowing God's own time is best, In a patient hope I rest For the full day-breaking! #Quote by John Greenleaf Whittier

#185. When we use our imagination properly it is our greatest friend; it goes belyond reason and is the only light that takes us everywhere. #Quote by Swami Vivekananda

#186. When they ask why we stayed together for so long I say, I don't know. I just know that we cried at the exact same time in every movie. I know we blushed everyday for the first two years. I know I always stole the covers and she never woke me up. I know the exact look on her face, the first night she used my toothbrush. The next day, I brushed my teeth like thirtysome times, 'cause I didn't want to let her go. You have to understand when it hurt to love her, it hurt the way the light hurts your eyes in the middle of the night, but I had to see, even through the ruin, if what we were burying were seeds. There were so many plants in our house, you could rake the leaves even through that winter when I was trying to make angels in the snow of her cold shoulder. She was still leaving love notes in my suitcase; I'd always find them. #Quote by Andrea Gibson

#187. The reason I'm attracted to the light of Scripture is because there's another side of me that is dark. The reason I am interested in men of peace is because I'm not like them and would like to be. I'm not someone in real life who turns the other cheek. #Quote by Bono

#188. The Warrior of the Light is a believer.
Because he believes in miracles, miracles begin to happen. Because he is sure that his thoughts can change his life, his life begins to change. Because he is certain that he will find love, love appears. #Quote by Paulo Coelho

#189. Apart from my work, my greatest pleasures have been mainly out-of-doors, and although I no longer ski, I greatly enjoy walking in the mountains and leading country rambles. I am fond of music, whether light or classical, and play the piano in a self-taught way. In company, I enjoy lively, way-out discussions. #Quote by Godfrey Hounsfield

#190. We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer. #Quote by Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#191. A pessimist finds the darkness around the light but an optimist becomes the light in the darkness. #Quote by Debasish Mridha

#192. A line is a method of expressing the effect of light upon an object; but there are no lines in Nature, everything is solid. We draw by modeling, that is to say, that we disengage an object from its setting; the distribution of the light alone gives to a body the appearance by which we know it. #Quote by Honore De Balzac

#193. Fair as a lily, joyous and free, light of that little home was she.
Ev'ryone who knew her felt the gentle pow'r of Scarlett Rain, my sweet wildflow'r. #Quote by Ella Rose Carlos

#194. May the sun come, it's a new day; In the pure land of fantasy; That our darkness enlightened #Quote by Miguel Torga

#195. For that's how it is, we cover up our mistakes and failings, we invent stories that put ourselves in a more favorable light. Self-deception is perhaps the most human thing of all. #Quote by Karl Ove Knausgaard

#196. I'd rather be not the light in your life
The bright day might make me obscure
I'd rather be the cold darkness
For it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure #Quote by Sanhita Baruah

#197. Why are there so many shadows in the world, Kate? Shouldn't there be just as much light? #Quote by Victoria Schwab

#198. Sometimes, I would put down my book and look at the two of them in the light of my reading lamp. I now think I was lucky that I wasn't young. I knew what I might not have known earlier - that my happiness had come. I even told myself to fix the image of my wife and son in my mind while I watched them sleep, and it is still there, a clear picture left by my conscious wish. #Quote by Siri Hustvedt

#199. He worked on small canvases with a touch as light as a cobweb and coloring made of mirages. He lived there, at the bottom of the sea ... #Quote by Anais Nin

#200. Who are we in moments of crisis or despair? Do we become deeper, truer selves, or lift up and away from a self, untethered from regular meanings like moths suddenly drawn toward heat or light? Are we better people when someone might be dying, and if so, why? Are we weaker, or stronger? Are we beautiful, or abject? Serious, or cartoon? Do we secretly long for death to remind us we are alive? #Quote by Lidia Yuknavitch