#light

Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in its feathered embrace. I am a snowflake. A wisp of eiderdown, liberated from gravity. My body is light. Ephemeral. My head is light. I want to sway beneath the weight of air, dizzy with thought. Light filters through my closed eyelids. The sun, chasing shadows, tells me I'm not afloat in dreams. ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

#dreams

Our identities have no bodies, so, unlike you, we cannot obtain order by physical coercion. We believe that from ethics, enlightened self-interest, and the commonweal, our governance will emerge. ↗

— John Perry Barlow

#bodies #cannot #coercion #emerge #enlightened

Thunder is good, thunder is impressive; but it is lightning that does the work. ↗

— Mark Twain

#good #impressive #lightning #thunder #work

If God had wanted us to be concerned for the plight of the toads, he would have made them cute and furry. ↗

— Dave Barry

#cute #furry #god #had #made

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#birth #give #gleams #grave #instant

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#disciplined #fierce #flame #flickering #heart

Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#between #both #day #either #gently

Everyone is slowly catching on to this one - and I know everyone says this - but we need to make a little more effort with the environment. Everyone says they turn off their lights, but do they really? ↗

— Jamie Bell

#effort #environment #everyone #i #know

Don’t be fooled by clever hands, sir” the Sunlight Man said. He’d be lying with the back of his head on his hands, as he always lay. “Entertainment’s all very well, but the world is serious. It’s exceedingly amusing, when you think about it: nothing in life is as startling or shocking or mysterious as a good magician’s trick. That’s what makes stagecraft deadly. Listen closely, friend. You see great marvels performed on the stage - the lady sawed in half, the fat man supported by empty air, the Hindu vanishing with the folding of a cloth - and the subtlest of poisons drifts into your brain: you think the earth dead because the sky is full of spirits, you think the hall drab because the stage is adazzle with dimestore gilt. So King Lear rages, and the audience grows meek, and tomorrow, in the gray of old groceries, the housewife will weep for Cordelia and despair for herself. They weren’t fools, those old sages who called all art the Devil’s work. It eats the soul. ↗

— John Gardner

#the-sunlight-dialogues #art

I want you to know, if you ever read this, there was a time when I would rather have had you by my side than any one of these words; I would rather have had you by my side than all the blue in the world. But now you are talking as if love were a consolation. Simone Weil warned otherwise. 'Love is not consolation,' she wrote. 'It is light.' All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light. ↗

— Maggie Nelson

#love #love