What do we call visible light? We call it color. But the electromagnetic spectrum runs to zero in one direction and infinity in the other, so really, children, mathematically, all of light is invisible.
Those who know what it’s like in the dark will do anything to stay in the light.
What is darkness to you is light to me.[Ce que tu appelles obscurité est pour moi lumière.]
Sometimes people stop loving you. And that’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again, filling the sky with a weak approximation of light.
No man can stand in the Shadow so long that he cannot find the Light again.
Just as little is seen in pure light as in pure darkness.
I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.
I got lost in the night, without the light of your eyelids, and when the night surrounded me I was born again: I was the owner of my own darkness.[Yo me perdí de noche sin luz bajo tus párpados y cuando me envolvió la claridad nací de nuevo, dueño de mi propia tiniebla.]
As long as there’s light we’re brave enough.
To love beauty is to see light.[Aimer la beauté, c’est voir la lumière.]
There are darknesses in life, and there are lights; you are one of the lights.
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
