Quotes About Fading Light

#1. of light and life, thou Good Supreme! O teach me what is good; teach me Thyself! Save me from folly, vanity, and vice, From every low pursuit; and fill my soul With knowledge, conscious peace, and virtue pure; Sacred, substantial, never-fading bliss!

Benjamin Franklin

#2. The redness was going out of the light now, the remains of the day were a fading pink, the color of wild roses.

Stephen King

#3. The two old friends stood silently in the fading light, though you wouldn't have known it to look at them. That they were old friends, I mean. Anyone could see it was getting dark.

Daniel Polansky

#4. Fidelity to the whole of revealed truth is what distinguished good theology from its counterfeits.

Romanus Cessario

#5. Impartially, shrewdly, I considered suicide, though not in my worst moments. The bottle of pills. The note: 'No hard feelings, everyone, but I've thought about it and it's just not on, is it? It's nearly on, but not quite. No? Anyway, all the best, C.

Martin Amis

#6. The girl clung to the boy so she could chase away her dark. He was light, and she was fading. She was drowning, and she just couldn't stop.

Rachel E. Carter

#7. We must build our faith not on fading lights but on the Light that never fails. When 'important' individuals go away we are sad, until we see that they are meant to go, so that only one thing is left for us to do
to look into the face of God for ourselves.

Oswald Chambers

#8. They stood on the porch in the fading light, Jack in the middle, his left arm around Danny's shoulders and his right arm around Wendy's waist. Together they watched as the decision was taken out of their hands.

Stephen King

#9. If I said the light was casting an amber wash around the room, glowing and fading rhythmically like a mood lamp as the tree swayed gently in the breeze, I'd be having you on because I was completely unmoved by the ambience of the place.

Steven Hayward

#10. Tis but a gentle step from fading light to darkness, but a plunge for those who brightly burn.

Craig Smedley

#11. I gazed at his face in the rapidly fading light of day, admiring his five o-clock stubble and ruggedly handsome features. If you were being technical about it you could say I was fawning. Like a fan girl at Comic Con who's just spotted Loki - Logan Blake

Jules Deplume

#12. It seems like such a long time ago when I thought the world of him. He was some exotic planet and I was his favorite satellite. But he's no planet, just the final fading light of an already dead star.

And I'm not a satellite. I'm space junk, hurtling as far as I can away from him.

Nicola Yoon

#13. I've been told to speed up my delivery when I perform. But if I lose the stammer, I'm just another slightly amusing accountant.

Bob Newhart

#14. In a world where there were no specifically mental facts, is it not plain that there would be a complete impartiality, an evenly diffused light, not the central illumination fading away into outer darkness, which is characteristic of objects in relation to a mind?

Bertrand Russell

#15. Fading light buttered the ridges until shadows licked them clean and they were lost to nightfall.

Daniel Woodrell

#16. People received, affirmed and experienced grace in many different forms.

Rob Bell

#17. I looked out into the dead garden. Against the fading light, my shadow hovered in the glass, looking into the dead room. What did she make of us? I wondered. What did she think of our attempts to persuade ourselves that this was life and that we were really living it?

Diane Setterfield

#18. Alene looked out toward the fading sky. There was only a little light remaining. It would turn nighttime now and soon they would return to the house. I would be too cool to sit outside. It would get dark out. I'm so lonely, she said. I had my chance and I lost it.

Kent Haruf

#19. Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light.

Jack London

#20. Justice is a fading light.

Sheryl Crow

#21. The light may be fading on the 20th century, but the sun is still rising on America.

William J. Clinton

#22. He woke with the impression of light fading, but the room was dark. Afterimages, retinal flares. The sky outside hinted at the start of a recorded dawn. There were no voices now, only the rush of water, far down the face of the Intercontinental. In

William Gibson

#23. The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief ( ... ) beautiful.

Gary Shteyngart

#24. Fading light means more than just the end of another day. Night is when terrible things emerge from their sleep and seek soft flesh and hot blood.

Jim Butcher

#25. He was some exotic planet and I was his favorite satellite But he's no planet, just the final fading light of an already dead star.

Nicola Yoon

#26. Ever since her diagnosis, she's been fading like a light bulb with cancer's hand on the rotary dimmer.

Danielle Esplin

#27. As you have sown so shall you reap.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

#28. We do not see the PC as the leading platform for games. That statement will enrage some people, but it is hard to characterize it otherwise; both console versions will have larger audiences than the PC version.

John Carmack

#29. Lines of light ran up towering structures, fading into the stars. The world felt vast, as if anything could get lost in it.

Cory Michael Sheldon

#30. Our inner light, may become less bright for a time, but in its fading, it is re-energizing, and will again awaken from sleep.

Tracey-anne McCartney

#31. We all make mistakes. There's a place we can take those to. There's a thing we can nail them to." Her eyes close for a moment and she sees the cross in the shadows of the fading light. "You can nail it to the cross and let it go, Dan. You can let someone else take that burden.

Travis Thrasher

#32. My world had been fading to gray until she burst in like a bombshell of color and light...

Emma Scott

#33. When a child is born into this world it has no concept of the tone the skin is living in.

Neneh Cherry

#34. At times the whole sky was ringed in shooting points and puckers of light gathering and falling, pulsing, fading, rhythmical as breathing. All of a piece. As if the sky were a pattern of nerves and our thought and memories traveled across it. As if the sky were one gigantic memory for us all.

Louise Erdrich