Quotes
Quotes about Light
Ah, the strange, sweet, lonely delight
Of the Valleys of Dream.
Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?--
Moths that a garment fret.
The world is turned memorial, crying, "Thou
Shalt not forget!"
Here's to the day when it is May
And care as light as a feather,
When your little shoes and my big boots
Go tramping over the heather.
The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend
As a man and a woman that plight
Their troth in the warm spring night.
Life moves out of a red flare of dreams
Into a common light of common hours,
Until old age bring the red flare again.
A moonlight traveler in Fancy's land.
Twilight, a timid fawn, went glimmering by,
And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
? John Bartlett, compThere was ease in Casey's manner as he stept into his place,
There was pride in Casey's bearing and a smile on Casey's face,
And when responding to the cheers he lightly doft his hat,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt, 't was Casey at the bat.
Oh! somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere men are laughing and somewhere children shout;
But there is no joy in Mudville--mighty Casey has "struck out."
I am immortal! I know it! I feel it!
Hope floods my heart with delight!
Running on air, mad with life, dizzy, reeling,
Upward I mount--faith is sight, life is feeling,
Hope is the day-star of might!
The moon had climb'd the highest hill
Which rises o'er the source of Dee,
And from the eastern summit shed
Her silver light on tower and tree.
Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes,
The halls of dazzling light.
Sparkling and bright in liquid light
Does the wine our goblets gleam in;
With hue as red as the rosy bed
Which a bee would choose to dream in.
Don't you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt?
Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown;
Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile,
And trembl'd with fear at your frown!
When the sun's last rays are fading
Into twilight soft and dim.
"Be of good comfort, Master Ridley," Latimer cried at the crackling of the flames. "Play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out."
Slight not what's near through aiming at what's far.
For as lack of adornment is said to become some women, so this subtle oration, though without embellishment, gives delight.
Never find your delight in another's misfortune.
It is vain to look for a defence against lightning.
All men possess in their bodies a poison which acts upon serpents; and the human saliva, it is said, makes them take to flight, as though they had been touched with boiling water. The same substance, it is said, destroys them the moment it enters their throat.
The most perfect soul, says Heraclitus, is a dry light, which flies out of the body as lightning breaks from a cloud.
The very spring and root of honesty and virtue lie in the felicity of lighting on good education.
Being nimble and light-footed, his father encouraged him to run in the Olympic race. "Yes," said he, "if there were any kings there to run with me."
When you have shut your doors, and darkened your room, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; but God is within, and your genius is within,--and what need have they of light to see what you are doing?
