Quotes
Quotes about Light
Oh, for a tongue to curse the slave Whose treason, like a deadly blight, Comes o'er the councils of the brave, And blasts them in their hour of might!
O that a soldier so glorious, ever victorious in fight, Passed from a daylight of honor into the terrible night; Fell as the mighty archangel, ere the earth glowed in space, fell-- Fell from the patriot's heaven down to the loyalist's hell!
It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it falls and die that night-- It was the plant and flower of Light.
It was the noise Of ancient trees falling while all was still Before the storm, in the long interval Between the gathering clouds and that light breeze Which Germans call the Wind's bride.
Light troubles speak; immense troubles are silent. [Lat., Curae leves loquuntur, ingentes stupent.]
Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.
'Twas twilight, and the sunless day went down Over the waste of waters; like a veil, Which, if withdrawn, would but disclose the frown Of one whose hate is mask'd but to assail.
How lovely are the portals of the night, When stars come out to watch the daylight die.
In the twilight of morning to climb to the top of the mountain,-- Thee to salute, kindly star, earliest herald of day,-- And to await, with impatience, the gaze of the ruler of heaven.-- Youthful delight, oh, how oft lur'st thou me out in the night.
The lengthening shadows wait The first pale stars of twilight.
Sweet shadows of twilight! how calm their repose, While the dewdrops fall soft in the breast of the rose! How blest to the toiler his hour of release When the vesper is heard with its whisper of peace!
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of the sea.
Dim eclipse, disastrous twilight.
From that high mount of God whence light and shade Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight.
Our lady of the twilight She hath such gentle hands, So lovely are the gifts she brings From out of the sunset-lands, So bountiful, so merciful, So sweet of soul is she; And over all the world she draws Her cloak of charity.
. . . th' approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low sun had lengthen'd ev'ry shade.
Twilight's soft dews steal o'er the village-green, With magic tints to harmonize the scene. Stilled is the hum that through the hamlet broke When round the ruins of their ancient oak The peasants flocked to hear the minstrel play, And games and carols closed the busy day.
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, And Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
Her feet along the dewy hills Are lighter than blown thistledown; She bears the glamour of one star Upon her violet crown.
Then the nun-like twilight came, violent vestured and still, And the night's first star outshone afar on the eve of Bunker Hill.
Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.
Tyrants have always some slight shade of virtue; they support the laws before destroying them.
I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.
America was targeted for attack because we are the brightest beacon for freedom and opportunity in the world, and no one will keep that light from shining.
What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value.
