Quotes
Quotes about Light
Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: to be laid in the balance, they are altogether lighter than vanity.
It beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the town where it is kept is "lighter than vanity."
Methinks I am a prophet new inspired And thus, expiring, do foretell of him: His rash fierce blaze of riot cannot last, For violent fires soon burn out themselves; Small show'rs last long, but sudden storms are short; He tires betimes that spurs too fast betimes; With eager feeding doth choke the feeder; Light vanity, insatiate cormorant, Consuming means, soon preys upon itself.
Every change of place becomes a delight. [Lat., Omnis mutatio loci jucunda fiet.]
The most delightful pleasures cloy without variety.
No one delights more in vengeance than a woman. Juvenal, Satires, XIII.
From what far, heavenly height of hope Didst thou descend to light our way, Cleaving with flash of snowy robe Time's dusky veil of twilight gray?
The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses - behind the lines, in the gym and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.
Not might but light lit Maccabees' lamp through the night.
These violent delights have violent ends.
Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.
A vi'let on the meadow grew, That no one saw, that no one knew, It was a modest flower. A shepherdess pass'd by that way-- Light footed, pretty and so gay; That way she came, Softly warbling forth her lay.
A blossom of returning light, An April flower of sun and dew; The earth and sky, the day and night Are melted in her depth of blue!
If there's a power above us, (and that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works) he must delight in virtue.
I have always fought for ideasâuntil I learned that it isn't ideas but grief, struggle, and flashes of vision which enlighten.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
I wonder if ever a song was sung but the singer's heart sang sweeter! I wonder if ever a rhyme was rung but the thought surpassed the meter! I wonder if ever a sculptor wrought till the cold stone echoed his ardent thought! Or, if ever a painter with light and shade the dream of his inmost heart portrayed!
Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And say, within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, An angel, writing in a book of gold; Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said-- "What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head, And, with a look made all of sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
All voting is a sort of gaming, like checkers or backgammon, with a slight moral tinge to it, a playing with right and wrong.
And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Be convinced that to be happy means to be free and that to be free means to be brave. Therefore do not take lightly the perils of war.
There's a star in the West that shall never go down Till the records of Valour decay, We must worship its light though it is not our own, For liberty burst in its ray. Shall the name of a Washington ever be heard By a freeman, and thrill not his breast? Is there one out of bondage that hails not the word, As a Bethlehem Star of the West?
While Washington hath left His awful memory, A light for after times.
That name was a power to rally a nation in the hour of thick-thronging public disasters and calamities; that name shone amid the storm of war, a beacon light to cheer and guide the country's friends; it flamed too like a meteor to repel her foes.
Washington--a fixed star in the firmament of great names, shining without twinkling or obscuration, with clear, beneficent light.
