Top 1200 Yellow Light Quotes & Sayings - Page 7

If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.

It's easy to photograph light reflecting from a surface, the truly hard part is capturing the light in the air.

Angels are 'beings of light' and therefore travel at the speed of light.

Nothing in this world is so marvelous as the transformation that a soul undergoes when the light of faith descends upon the light of reason.

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

We need the dark to appreciate the light. And the light always returns.

Someday perhaps the inner light will shine forth from us, and the we'll need no other light.

The middle of the road is for yellow lines and dead armadillos.

And I saw darkness for weeks. It never dawned on me that I could come out of it, but you heal. Nature heals you, and you do come out of it. All of a sudden I saw a crack of light ... then all of a sudden I saw another crack of light. Then I saw forms in the light. And I recognized that there was no darkness, that in darkness there'll always be light.

You are the light of consciousness and also the witness of this light. You are pure awareness.

Usually we are illuminating things instead of looking at the light itself. But I like this quality of the light being the revelation.

If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it the light of the oncoming train.

Silence is golden but when it threatens your freedom it's yellow.

I've seen it all through the yellow windows of the evening train.

Remember: Always walk in the light. And if you feel like you're not walking in it, go find it. Love the light.

...lest too light winning make the prize light.

I apprehend light - I make events that shape or contain light.

I've always said the rubber duck is a yellow catalyst.

A lighthouse is not interested in who gets its light! It just gives it without thinking! Giving light is its nature!

I'm a pretty light and light-spirited person; I'm not a depressed guy.

I can't understand how people can settle for having just one life. I remember we were in English class and we were talking about that poem by - that one guy. David Frost. 'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood-' You know this poem, right? 'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could, to where it bent in the undergrowth-" "I loved that poem. But I remember thinking to myself: Why? How come you can't travel both? That seemed really unfair to me.

Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven; But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.

When I meet someone, I look at their eyes and their smile and seek out the good first - it's easy to find when you're looking for it. You let a person shine with their own light and try to connect it to yours. As soon as I say hello, I go right to that light and I don't care who you are! I know we're all pieces of the same thing - I go for that common light because I know it's in all of us.

Hail, holy light! offspring of heaven firstborn! Or of th' eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate!

In the Kabbala, it says that we receive the light in order to impart the light, and thus we repair the world.

The fascinating thing, is not to show the source of light, but the effect of light.

Confidence has brought them out into the light, but they seem to have forgotten - light's no good for creatures of the night.

Don't wait for a light to appear at the end of the tunnel, stride down there and light the bloody thing yourself.

I was attracted to 'Half of a Yellow Sun' because of the story.

When you experience the light, voila, you're happy. The very nature of the light is happiness. You don't have to do anything or be anybody special.

...when seeking material light, remember the spiritual light which is indispensable for the soul, and without which it remains in the darkness of the passions, in the darkness of spiritual death. 'I am come as a light into the world,' says the Lord, 'that whosoever believeth on Me, should not abide in darkness' (Jn. 12:46).

For light I go directly to the Source of light, not to any of the reflections.

You are not given the light by anyone—not even by a spiritual teacher. You are that light.

The light of consciousness has no mind to change or alter anything. When you start to see the light that you really are, the light waking up in you, the radiance, you realize it has no intention to change you. It has no intention to harmonize. It has no agenda. It just happens. The Truth is the only thing you'll ever run into that has no agenda. Everything else will have an agenda.

The yellow star? Oh well, what of it? You dont die of it.

Worshippers of light ancestral make the present light a crime.

The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes on and on.

Into the field of Yellow flowers The red setting sun!

In a pitch black room, you can affirm "let their be light" or you can light one candle.

I think the Internet is to MSM what TV was to yellow journalism.

Where there is light, there must be shadow, where there is shadow there must be light. There is no shadow without light and no light without shadow.... We do not know if the so-called Little People are good or evil. This is, in a sense, something that surpasses our understanding and our definitions. We have lived with them since long, long ago-- from a time before good and evil even existed, when people's minds were still benighted.

Orange is red brought nearer to humanity by yellow.

I have scars on my hands from touching certain people...Certain heads, certain colours and textures of human hair leave permanent marks on me. Other things, too. Charlotte once ran away from me, outside the studio, and I grabbed her dress to stop her, to keep her near me. A yellow cotton dress I loved because it was too long for her. I still have a lemon-yellow mark on the palm of my right hand. Oh God, if I'm anything by a clinical name, I'm a kind of paranoiac in reverse. I suspect people of plotting to make me happy.

People accuse journalism of being too personal; but to me it has always seemed far too impersonal. It is charged with tearing away the veils from private life; but it seems to me to be always dropping diaphanous but blinding veils between men and men. The Yellow Press is abused for exposing facts which are private; I wish the Yellow Press did anything so valuable. It is exactly the decisive individual touches that it never gives; and a proof of this is that after one has met a man a million times in the newspapers it is always a complete shock and reversal to meet him in real life.

There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes, Pouring new glory on the autumn woods, And dipping in warm light the pillared clouds. Morn on the mountain, like a summer bird, Lifts up her purple wing, and in the vales The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf, and stirs up life Within the solemn woods of ash deep-crimsoned, And silver beech, and maple yellow-leaved, Where Autumn, like a faint old man, sits down By the wayside a-weary.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.

The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.

Your dreams are ballbusters; they're not the yellow brick road.

The light was only just visible - except of course that there was no one to see, no witnesses, not this time, but it was nevertheless a light.

And the yellow sunflower by the brook, in autumn beauty stood.

Love is light, warmth and comfort. Understanding is just light.

There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.

For within you is the light of the world — the only light that can be shed upon the Path.

My way of life Is fall'n into the sear and yellow leaf.

Prometheus, thief of light, giver of light, bound by the gods, must have been a book.

This is my vision-what I imagine I'll pass through on my way to the light. The blue sky, the clouds, the rays of light.

Since my childhood, I dreamed of wearing the Black and Yellow.

Shall I turn up the light for you? No, give me deeper darkness. Money is not made in the light.

The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick.