Light (God's eldest daughter!)
Against the darkness outer God's light his likeness takes, And he from the mighty doubter The great believer makes.
More light! [Ger., Mehr Licht!]
Where there is much light, the shadows are deepest. [Ger., Wo viel Licht is, ist starker Schatten.]
Blasted with excess of light.
Like our dawn, merely a sob of light.
And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
The Light that Failed.
The prayer of Ajax was for light; Through all that dark and desperate fight, The blackness of that noonday night.
With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light.
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloisters pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight; Casting a dim religious light.
Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom.
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn! Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate!
Moonlight is sculpture.
There are two ways of spreading light: To be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
A light is still a light-even though the blind man cannot see it.
Light is the symbol of truth.
Suns may set and rise again: for us, when our brief light has set, there's the sleep of one ever lasting night. Give me a thousand kisses.
Fear grows in darkness; if you think there's a bogeyman around, turn on the light.
Beautiful light is born of darkness, so the faith that springs from conflict is often the strongest and the best.
Firelight will not let you read fine stories but it's warm and you won't see the dust on the floor.
There are two kinds of light--the glow that illumines, and the glare that obscures.
The pursuit of perfection, then, is the pursuit of sweetness and light.