The stars, that nature hung in heaven, and filled their lamps with everlasting oil, give due light to the misled and lonely traveller.

Help us to be ever faithful gardeners of the spirit, who know that without darkness nothing comes to birth, and without light nothing flowers.

Find beauty not only in the thing itself but in the pattern of the shadows, the light and dark which that thing provides.

The darkness of death is like the evening twilight; it makes all objects appear more lovely to the dying.

There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

In complete darkness we are all the same, it is only our knowledge and wisdom that separates us, don't let your eyes deceive you.

There is no such thing as darkness; only a failure to see.

People are like stained - glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.

Light, God's eldest daughter, is a principal beauty in a building.

Give light and people will find the way.

And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.

From my point of view, God is the light that illuminates the darkness, even if it does not dissolve it, and a spark of divine light is within each of us.

God seeks to influence humanity. This is at the heart of the Christmas story. It is the story of light coming into the darkness, of a Savior to show us the way, of light overcoming the darkness, of God's work to save the world.

Light in Nature creates the movement of colors.

Turn your face to the sun and the shadows fall behind you.

Nature and nature's laws lay hid in the night. God said, Let Newton be! and all was light!

Because of its tremendous solemnity death is the light in which great passions, both good and bad, become transparent, no longer limited by outward appearences.

From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at the gossamer-motes in the sunbeam, and we die reaching out after an ineffable blending of earthly and heavenly beauty which we shall never fully comprehend.

Life is one long struggle in the dark.

Beyond a doubt truth bears the same relation to falsehood as light to darkness.

Give light, and the darkness will disappear of itself.

In complete darkness, it is only knowledge and wisdom that separates us.

There is a good principle which created order, light, and man, and an evil principle which created chaos, darkness, and woman.

A dark cloud is no sign that the sun has lost his light; and dark black convictions are no arguments that God has laid aside His mercy.

To light one candle to God and another to the Devil is the principle of wisdom.

Light, God's eldest daughter, is a principal beauty in a building.

Sunlight is painting.

As nightfall does not come at once, neither does oppression. In both instances, there is a twilight when everything remains seemingly unchanged, and it is in such a twilight that we all must be most aware of change in the air - however slight - lest we become unwitting victims of darkness.

What is to give light must endure burning.

There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

To attempt seeing Truth without knowing Falsehood. It is the attempt to see the Light without knowing the Darkness. It cannot be.

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.

Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.

Learning how to center and control anger, fear, sadness, weakness and learning how to channel that into something smart, cerebralizing it, meditating on it and then moving into it with wisdom - that's important.

The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination, a time of pain and withdrawal that produces something joyfully inconceivable, like a monarch butterfly masterfully extracting itself from the confines of its cocoon, bursting forth into unexpected glory.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.

Darkness is to space what silence is to sound, i.e., the interval.

The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?

Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.

In faith there is enough light for those who want to believe and enough shadows to blind those who don't.

It is a great blessing to have light in our lives - a light that helps us see things as they really are, light that illuminates our understanding, light we can follow with confidence and perfect trust.

Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.

I saw also that there was an ocean of darkness and death, but an infinite ocean of light and love, which flowed over the ocean of darkness.