Fiction is an elemental force, which has the power to shape reality in its own image - or images, I should say - because reality, like light, exists not only as a single point or particle, but also as an array of possibilities.
Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.
The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.
Truth, like light, is blinding. Lies, on the other hand, are a beautiful dusk, which enhances the value of each object.
Many mothers make the mistake of forever looking for the bad in the child, trying to . . . uproot and drive it out. This is like trying to eject the darkness from a room without opening the shutters and letting in the light. As John Newton said, 'I cannot sweep the darkness out, but I can shine it out.'
Love is not consolation. It is light.
He who receives an idea from me, receives instruction himself without lessening mine; as he who lights his taper at mine, receives light without darkening me.
At its best, an injunction creates a kind of vigilant heat that moves kids toward the light.
Oh! grief is fantastic; it weaves a web on which to trace the history of its woe from every form and change around; it incorporates itself with all living nature; it finds sustenance in every object; as light, it fills all things, and, like light, it gives its own colors to all.
Friends are lights in winter; the older the friend, the brighter the light.
... you can't put out a light just because it may light the wrong person.
Yes, now I understood for the first time that my soul was not so poor and empty as it had seemed to me, and that it had been only the sun that was lacking to open all its germs, and buds to the light.
We use the vocabulary of light to describe a spiritual experience.
But I have a problem with the term 'light'. I never in my life knew what to do with that. I know that people have mentioned on some occasions that 'Richter is all about light', and that 'the paintings have a special light', and I never knew what they were talking about. I was never interested in light. Light is there and you turn it on or you turn it off, with sun or without sun. I don't know what the 'problematic of light' is. I take it as a metaphor for a different quality, which is similarly difficult to describe. Good.
Every spoken word double-crosses us. The written word is the only tolerable form of communication, as it isn't a stone in a bridge between souls but a ray of light between stars.
Surely happiness is reflective, like the light of heaven.
No one is a light unto himself, not even the sun.
Scribal culture and Gothic architecture were both concerned with light through, not light on.
Ultimately, we’re not the avatars we create. We’re not the pictures on the film stock. We are the light that shines through it. All else is just smoke and mirrors. Distracting, but not truly compelling.
Light is a metaphoric thing. There is green light and red light. Then there is black light, which is mostly danger.
The book shd. be a ball of light in one's hand.
Or shall I go out as a light does, not first blown out by the wind, but grown tired and weary of itself - a burnt out light? Or finally, shall I blow myself out, so as not to burn out?
Light threatens, is active, is gone, so it is with a song.
A little insomnia is not without its value in making us appreciate sleep, in throwing a ray of light upon that darkness.
I called record Prism because I actually finally let the light in and then I was able to create all these songs that were inspired by letting the Light in and doing some self-reflection and just kind of working on myself.
