Quotes
Quotes about Light
Faith is like electricity. You can't see it, but you can see the light.
O Fame!--if I e'er took delight in thy praises, 'Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover She thought that I was not unworthy to love her.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
Two meanings have our lightest fantasies, One of the flesh, and of the spirit one.
Fancy light from Fancy caught.
Rowe's Rule: the odds are five to six that the light at the end of the tunnel is the headlight of an oncoming train.
A man's personal defects will commonly have with the rest of the world precisely that importance which they have to himself. If he makes light of them, so will other men.
The clouds dispell'd, the sky resum'd her light, And Nature stood recover'd of her fright. But fear, the last of ills, remain'd behind, And horrow heavy sat on every mind.
Never fear shadows. They simply mean there's a light shining somewhere nearby.
Come when the rains Have glazed the snow and clothed the trees with ice, While the slant sun of February pours Into the bowers a flood of light. Approach! The incrusted surface shall upbear thy steps And the broad arching portals of the grove Welcome thy entering.
The soul of music slumbers in the shell, Till wak'd and kindled by the master's spell, And feeling hearts touch them but lightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before!
Here comes the lady. O, so light a foot Will ne'er wear out the everlasting flint.
Her feet beneath her petticoat, Like little mice, stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But oh! she dances such a way! No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes, The halls of dazzling light.
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.
Why does a slight tax increase cost you two hundred dollars and a substantial tax cut save you thirty cents.
Be of good comfort, Master Ridley, play the man! We shall this day light such a candle, by God's grave, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.
Before, beside us, and above The firefly lights his lamp of love.
Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn't. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.
Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the God of storms, The lightning and the gale.
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed as the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight O'er the ramplarts we watched were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there. Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Oh! say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming; And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there! Oh! say, does that star spangled banner yet wave, O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
England! Whence came each glowing hue That hints your flag of meteor light,-- The streaming red, the deeper blue, Crossed with the moonbeams' pearly white? The blood, the bruise--the blue, the red-- Let Asia's groaning millions speak; The white it tells of colour fled From starving Erin's pallid cheek.
They who delight to be flattered, pay for their folly by a late repentance. [Lat., Qu se laudari gaudent verbis subdolis, Sera dant peonas turpes poenitentia.]
A blockhead, bit by fleas, put out the light, And chuckling cried, "Now you can't see to bite."
