Blinding Light Quotes

Strange and mysterious name to give to the spirit of Darkness! Lucifer, the Son of the Morning! Is it he who bears the Light, and with its splendors intolerable blinds feeble, sensual, or selfish souls? Doubt it not!

He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.

There were stars. They burned my eyes.

He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.

The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.

And see the confluence of dreams That clashed together in our night, One river born of many streams Roll in one blaze of blinding light!

In light this bright, after so long in the dark, everything we can see is only black and white. Only glaring shape-outlines we have to blink against.

Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding

Let there be no mincing of comparisons in this assertion. Not Turner, not Monet, painted so directly blinding shafts of sunlight as has this Spaniard.

Suddenly, there was an enormous flash of light, the brightest light I have ever seen or that I think anyone has ever seen. It blasted; it pounced; it bored its way into you. It was a vision which was seen with more than the eye. It was seen to last forever. You would wish it would stop; altogether it lasted about two seconds.