Quotes About Into The Light

#1. The porch light came on and Aunt B swung the door open. Middle-aged and stout, with graying hair rolled into a bun, she looked like she should be baking cookies, not ruling a brood of social deviants with a penchant for hysterical laughter and kinky sex.

Ilona Andrews

#2. An angel fighting through the darkness or a devil breaking into the light?

K. Bromberg

#3. We are all instruments pulling the bows across our own lungs. Windmills, still startling in every storm. Have you ever seen a newborn blinking at the light? I wanna do that every day. I wanna know what the kite called itself when it got away, when it escaped into the night ...

Andrea Gibson

#4. Take your light and take your love into the world as the only weapons that we need to make this world truly glorious, truly beautiful, and astonish all of life.

Hafsat Abiola

#5. I can't understand
why dark northern soldiers
and light ones
are seperated into different brigades.
The dead are all buried together
in hasty mass graves,
bones touching.

Margarita Engle

#6. The fires of refinement will shine the light of Christ into the dark places of our hearts, burn off the chaff, and restore us to a state of greater purity.

Robin Bertram

#7. The human being is like a light bulb. If a human being is super stressed, depressed and filled with negativity, this is what that human being radiates out into the world.

David Lynch

#8. 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.

Don DeLillo

#9. I do tend to divide my childhood into darkness and light, and the first seven years were certainly the darkness.

Robert Carlyle

#10. What I am getting at is that there is a point at which efficiency crosses over into lunacy, and the savings in money or resources cease to be worthwhile in light of the price paid in other ways.

Mary Roach

#11. The changing of Bodies into Light, and Light into Bodies, is very conformable to the Course of Nature, which seems delighted with Transmutations.

Isaac Newton

#12. Then there's the kind of zombie I've become now: the one who has lost everything - his brain, his heart, his light, his direction. He wanders the world, bumping into this, tripping over that, but keeps going and going. That is life after death.

Adam Silvera

#13. He's like a sunflower, Grace. He leans into me as if I were the source of all light.

Benjamin Alire Saenz

#14. I may juggle the composition, as the strength of a picture is in the composition. Or I may play with the light. But I never interfere with the subject. The subject has to fall into place on its own and, if I don't like it, I don't have to print it

George Rodger

#15. When you have the courage to follow your talents into the dark unknown places they lead, often God will send angels to light your way.

Shannon L. Alder

#16. When I play, I very quickly put myself into a light hypnotic trance and compose while playing, drawing directly from the emotions.

John Fahey

#17. 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.

Jane Lovering

#18. The story unfolded quickly as I typed, in a way I was becoming familiar with. There was something about putting the truth on paper, bringing facts into the light of day where everyone could look at them, that made my fingers move faster -- it was becoming one of my favorite sensations on earth.

Gwenda Bond

#19. And I walked across the room past all that was missing, through the door, and into the light that shone like a sweet wide smile over all that was actually there.

Sarah Weeks

#20. I lay curled in a fetal position one night, listening to my wife's voice. In the evenings, she just talked, speaking light into my darkness by reading verses to me. I needed a touchstone and she knew it, so she kept gently pointing toward Christ. She set aside her fears to speak into my own.

Ben Palpant

#21. My blood ran cold. Twenty yards away a hooded figure was crouching behind the oak tree, flashing a pinpoint light into the office where Walter and Lola did business.

Suzanne M. Trauth

#22. Life reorders you when you go into the clear light. Even the causal structure is liquefied. The clear light of reality, the dharmakaya, changes us into beings of light.

Frederick Lenz

#23. At five thirty, the light was perfect: buttery and dense and fat somehow, swelling the room as it had the train into something expansive and hopeful.

Hanya Yanagihara

#24. God seeks to influence humanity. This is at the heart of the Christmas story. It is the story of light coming into the darkness, of a Savior to show us the way, of light overcoming the darkness, of God's work to save the world.

Adam Hamilton

#25. Only God is able. It is faith in Him that we must rediscover. With this faith we can transform bleak and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of joy and bring new light into the dark caverns of pessimism.

Martin Luther King Jr.

#26. Secularism, materialism, and the intrusive presence of things have put out the light in our souls and turned us into a generation of zombies.

A.W. Tozer

#27. I am a storyteller, spiraling fantasy and reality into mystical tales. That eerie space between fact and fiction, where only the brightest light can scare the shadows - you will find me there.

Sara Frost

#28. Each day is a journey. We come out of the night into the day. All creativity awakens at this primal threshold where light and darkness test and bless each other. You only discover balance in your life when you learn to trust the flow of this ancient rhythm.

John O'Donohue

#29. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.

Leslie Marmon Silko

#30. To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

Jean Baudrillard

#31. In our absence, the violet early evening light pours in the bay window, filling the still room like water poured into a glass. The glass is delicate. The thin, tight surface of the liquid light trembles. But it does not break. Time does not pass. Not yet.

Marya Hornbacher

#32. If only i could get that under control then i feel like i could stay here a long time, watching the days leaking into the nights, swilling over the buildings, bleeding back again.
I could lie and not think of anything but ways to describe the sky, the clouds, the light.

Gwendoline Riley

#33. She curled sideways into the milky light of the bedside lamp and began to read.

Sara Sheridan

#34. I fervently wish no misery ever came near anyone; yet it is that alone that gives us an insight into the depths of our lives, does it not? In our moments of anguish, gates barred forever seem to open and let in many a flood of light.

Swami Vivekananda

#35. All those small glimmers...connecting, collecting...have turned into an undeniable possibility...casting a light that cuts through the darkness of despair - ! So I...made up my mind. I'll never stop reaching for that light!!!

Jun Mochizuki

#36. A stray fact: insects are not drawn to candle flames, they are drawn to the light on the far side of the flame, they go into the flame and sizzle to nothingness because they're so eager to get to the light on the other side.

Michael Cunningham

#37. In time, against conscience and even will, my grief for him began to include grief for myself. Sometimes I would get the feeling that I was going to waste. It was my life calling me to itself. It was the light that shines in darkness calling me back into time.

Wendell Berry

#38. The moon is looking down into the canyon, and how marvelously the great rocks kindle to her light! Every dome, and brow, and swelling boss touched by her white rays, glows as if lighted with snow.

John Muir

#39. The heavenly light you admire is fossil-light, it's the unfathomably distant past you gaze into, stars long extinct

Joyce Carol Oates

#40. Thus it is said:
The path into light seems dark,
the path forward seems to go back,
the direct path seems long,
true power seems weak ...
the greatest love seems indifferent,
the greatest wisdom seems childish.

Lao-Tzu

#41. I'm uncontrollably in love with Vivian. In such a short amount of time she's infiltrated my thoughts, cast a spell over my body, and wormed her way into the deepest part of my heart. A day without her would feel like a lifetime without breath, an eternity without light.

Jewel E. Ann

#42. Astrology has no more useful function than this, to discover the inmost nature of a man and to bring it out into his consciousness, that he may fulfil it according to the law of light.

Aleister Crowley

#43. In the forestlichen writhes and assembles itself into signs to light my path through the deep dark north shadow; and I emerge at last onto a hillside strewn with logogrammatic stones, and scramble away from spruce tops." in the poem "Beyond the Beacon" from Terra Affirmative.

Jay Woodman

#44. When I was little there was a picture in one of our books, a dark place into which a single weak ray of light came slanting upon two faces lifted out of the shadow.

William Faulkner

#45. I've been here before, dreaming myself
backwards, among grappling hooks of light.
True to the seasons, I've lived every word
spoken. Did I walk into someone's nightmare?

Yusef Komunyakaa

#46. Truth is not spoken in anger. Truth is spoken, if it ever comes to be spoken, in love. The gaze of love is not deluded. It sees what is best in the beloved even when what is best in the beloved finds it hard to emerge into the light.

J.M. Coetzee

#47. Allow the light to fall across you. Shadow or sunlight. Allow it to define your shape. In its way. Another day it may be different. It surely will be. Are we ever the same? Is the light? And the way a form presses into the grass?

Jay Woodman

#48. Kabbalah is all about change. It isn't about being proud of our good qualities: the wisdom is about transforming our darkness into light.

Yehuda Berg

#49. Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.

Darren Shan

#50. Mr. Speaker, our Nation must no longer be complacent about underage drinking and its alarming consequences. We must bring this national public health crisis out of the shadow and into the bright light of a national priority.

Lucille Roybal-Allard

#51. A rock band is a mysterious thing. Somehow, every once in a while, a few individuals bump into one another, and they look exactly right together and share a focus and an aspiration and the right balance of musical similarities and differences.

Alan Light

#52. All you did was haul me into the light. I could've walked away at any point. I chose to stay. I will always choose to stay.

Nalini Singh

#53. It was enough to see her face light up when we heard the sounds that told us my brother was come home, or to catch the sudden tenderness that came into is eyes when he looked at he, to realise the depth of the love that had grown between those two strange hearts.

Ahdaf Soueif

#54. With all your science can you tell me how it is, and when it is, that light comes into the soul?

Henry David Thoreau

#55. History is as light as individual human life, unbearably light, light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air, as whatever will no longer exist tomorrow.

Milan Kundera

#56. Writing a short story is a little like walking into a dark room, finding a light and turning it on. The light is the end of the story.

Dan Chaon

#57. Must look into the botanical background of substance known as hashish, I jotted in my journal, writing by the light of candles that grew incessantly jewel-like even as protean wafts of incense approached my snout like platters of ripe fruits borne on the back of Nubian pages.

Tom Robbins

#58. Do you have a feel for the guitar? Do you have any idea what this little baby is capable of?" Without waiting for an answer, he climbed up into his chair and began playing "Light My Fire," adding, "This one is for Joan.

David Sedaris

#59. I live in my own light, I drink back into myself the flames that break from me

Friedrich Nietzsche

#60. You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.

Lucretius

#61. I have stared into the light and you are all my shadows.

Mike Carey

#62. All the metaphors in this world wouldn't scratch the surface of what stepping into darkness is like for me. And that's just darkness. Don't get me started on light. Really, don't get me started on light.

Glen Duncan

#63. I used to stay up all night playing 'Resident Evil 2,' and it wouldn't stop until the sun came up. Then I'd walk outside at dawn's first light, looking at the empty streets of London, and it was like life imitating art. It felt like I'd stepped into an actual zombie apocalypse.

Edgar Wright

#64. One time Robert Plant was set to check into the same room after I checked out, so I removed every light bulb and ordered up a bunch of stinky cheese and put it under the mattress.

Richard Marx

#65. The radiance of that which wants to be born illuminates the shadows, bringing them into the light of awareness that they may be healed.

Charles Eisenstein

#66. When we peer into the distance some of the galaxies we see may simply be reflections, ghost images created by rebounded light.

Bill Bryson

#67. It is light that cheers us when we are downhearted, it is light that brings us solace out of suffering, it is light that beams upon us when we discover some new hidden truth of the universe - it is light that first greets us when we emerge into this world.

Eric P. Kelly

#68. My existence shrank from an arrow of light pointing into the future forever to a speck of light that was the present moment. I got better at living in that point of light, making the world into that point. I paid close attention to it. I loved it very much.

Sarah Manguso

#69. I climbed the stairs and got back into bed, pulling a pillow over my face to block out the summer light. But there was no hiding from reality that morning.

Jeffrey Eugenides

#70. Now the red eyes and the light above seemed to bore into Charles, and again the pupils fo the little boy's eyes contracted. When the final point of black was lost in blue he turned away from the red eyes, looked at Meg, and smiled sweetly, but the smile was not Charles Wallaces smile.

Madeleine L'Engle

#71. I'm a sliver-thin light, diamond sharp, that can slip through gaps in the world we know. I will come into your dreams and speak soft words when you think of me. There is no happy ever after - but there is an afterwards.
This isn't our ending.

Rosamund Lupton

#72. My workspace is a white room with a big computer monitor and a light box. It can be very messy. Sometimes I get into trouble with my husband for that. Then I run around like a lunatic cleaning up and creating the appearance of order.

Catherine Martin

#73. Authors may be divided into falling stars, planets, and fixed stars: the first have a momentary effect; the second have a much longer duration; but the third are unchangeable, possess their own light, and work for all time.

Arthur Schopenhauer

#74. The grower of trees, the gardener, the man born to farming, whose hands reach into the ground and sprout, to him the soil is a divine drug. He enters into death yearly, and comes back rejoicing. He has seen the light lie down in the dung heap, and rise again in the corn.

Wendell Berry

#75. If we can't face death, we'll never overcome it. You have to look it straight in the eye. Then you can turn around and walk back out into the light.

Maya Lin

#76. We are slowed down sound and light waves, a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the cosmos. We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.

Albert Einstein

#77. Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons.

Amber Dawn

#78. A couple of days back, I got into a car accident. Not my fault. Even if it's not your fault, the other person gets out of their car and looks at you like it's your fault: Why did you stop at a red light and let me hit you doing 80!

Dane Cook

#79. It's not as if our lives are simply divided into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.

Haruki Murakami

#80. It was the way the autumn day looked into the high windows as it waned; the way the red light, breaking at the close from under a low sombre sky, reached out in a long shaft and played over old wainscots, old tapestry, old gold, old colour.

Henry James

#81. Come out my friend. Come out from the narrow lanes of darkness into the vivacious light of the day.

Abhijit Naskar

#82. What did moths bump into before the electric light bulb was invented? Boy, the lightbulb really screwed the moth up didn't it? Are there moths on their way to the sun now going, It's gonna be worth it!.

Bill Hicks

#83. He had a strange way of talking, his head tucked into his neck and his eyes fixed in the empty space beyond, as if something were suspended there, ripe fruit or a glimmer of light, as if he were not quite brave enough, or perhaps too polite, to look a person in the eye.

Jan Ellison

#84. The prism of time refracts the light into thousands of rays. I stand with my hands open and embrace them. p. 94

Haifa Zangana

#85. I don't want to go slumming in somebody else's pain just to write a book. I want to go into those darker places to shine a light on that experience and come out with a story that validates the human spirit.

Patricia McCormick

#86. It shows you exactly how a star is formed; nothing else can be so pretty! A cluster of vapor, the cream of the milky way, a sort of celestial cheese, churned into light.

Benjamin Disraeli

#87. I'm different. I will give you my treasure chest of darkness first. If you can handle that, then I'll bring out my shining moons. If one cannot handle the darkness, then one should not deserve the light. I have no interest in "trapping" anyone into a silken web. I have no silken web.

C. JoyBell C.

#88. The greatest issue is to raise the question of birth control out of the gutter of obscenity ... into the light of intelligence and human understanding.

Margaret Sanger

#89. My job, as I see it, is to give you a window into another world and another story, and then to be as graceful as I can so that you don't feel my work or the editor's work or the lens or the light or anything.

Victor Levin

#90. So now you can let go, my darling ... Let go ... Let go of this poor old body. You don't need it anymore. Let it fall away from you. Leave it lying there like a pile of worn-out clothes ... Go on, my darling, go on into the Light, into the peace, into the living peace of the Clear Light.

Aldous Huxley

#91. This world was once a fluid haze of light, Till toward the centre set the starry tides, And eddied into suns, that wheeling cast The planets: then the monster, then the man.

Alfred Lord Tennyson

#92. Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

Aeschylus

#93. A feeble orange light was flickering in the allotments, low down near the ground. Laura looked hopefully towards it. It was a huge pumpkin, its flesh brick-red, its mouth cut into a crude gash, candle- flame dancing through slits for eyes. There was no sign of Autumn.

Sanjida Kay

#94. Dive again and again into the river of uncertainty. Create in the dark, only then can you recognize the light.

Jyrki Vainonen

#95. When I was a child I thought I saw an angel. It had wings and kinda looked like my sister. I opened the door so some light could come into the room, and it sort of faded away. My mother said it was probably my Guardian Angel.

Denzel Washington

#96. I like those guys who brought dub into live band context too, Peaking Lights. Joe Gibbs & The Professionals!

Subb-an

#97. A foot of steel looks as if it has been transformed into warm butter and gouged by the fingers of a child,

Anthony Doerr

#98. One of the crazies moved into the cone of light beneath a streetlight. It was a black man, high-stepping and making jerking movements with his arms. He made a crisp turn and began moving back into the darkness. He was a trombone player in a matching band in a world somewhere else.

Michael Connelly

#99. I would write light entertainment nonfiction pieces during the day, then come home and work on my fantasy fiction. It was very difficult to get out of the one mindset and into another one.

Cassandra Clare

#100. From outside comes a light tinkling, fragments of glass, perhaps, falling into the streets. It sounds both beautiful and strange, as though gemstones were raining from the sky.

Anthony Doerr