Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.
Jennifer DonnellyTag: light namaste nepalese-greeting
Photographs don’t discriminate between the living and the dead. In the fragments of time and shards of light that compose them, everyone is equal. Now you see us; now you don’t. It doesn’t matter whether you look through a camera lens and press the shutter. It doesn’t even matter whether you open your eyes or close them. The pictures are always there. And so are the people in them.
Robert GoddardTag: photography time light
What is literature, and why do I try to write about it? I don’t know. Likewise, I don’t know why I go on living, most of the time. But this not knowing is precisely what I want to preserve. As readers, the closest way we can engage with a literary work is to protect its indeterminacy; to return ourselves and it to a place that precludes complete recognition. Really, when I’m reading, all I want is to stand amazed in front of an unknown object at odds with the world.
M. John HarrisonTag: interview literature light viriconium
I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation. I wanted to shake the stone and light out of my system. I wanted the dark fecundity of nature, the deep well of the womb, silence, or else the lapping of the black waters of death. I wanted to be that night which the remorseless eye illuminated, a night diapered with stars and trailing comets. To be of night so frighteningly silent, so utterly incomprehensible and eloquent at the same time. Never more to speak or to listen or to think.
Henry MillerTag: nature silence stars light eloquent stone blood womb incomprehensible veins annihilation fecundity
Darkness is just light turned inside out.
BeelzebubTag: dark light satan inside out beezlebub
People often believed they were safer in the light, thinking monsters only came out at night.
C.J. RobertsTag: dark light caleb captive-in-the-dark
There have been bleak nights along my way, many of my own making, but life is all the brighter for them now. To the human eye, without the darkness there are no stars.
Sumangali MorhallTag: stars hope light dark-times
It was the hour in which objects lose the consistency of shadow that accompanies them during the night and gradually reacquire colors, but seem to cross meanwhile an uncertain limbo, faintly touched, just breathed on by light; the hour in which one is least certain of the world's existence.
Italo CalvinoSimplicity is, as simple as you make it.
Anthony LiccioneNo matter how dim the light filtering through the trees is, you can still try your best to grasp it. -Kaien Cross
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