Arthur Symons Quotes

DaDa is beautiful like the night, who cradles the young day in her arms.

It's always night, or we wouldn't need light.

Night and the day, when united, Bring forth the beautiful light.

Perhaps [transgression] is like a flash of lightning in the night which, from the beginning of time, gives a dense and black intensity to the night it denies, which lights up the night from the inside, from top to bottom, yet owes to the dark the stark clarity of its manifestation, its harrowing and poised singularity.

If you could see the earth illuminated when you were in a place as dark as night, it would look to you more splendid than the moon.

Those whose own light is quenched are often the light-bringers.

Even in the darkness, his smile threw shadows.

He was too perfect, despite being one of the most imperfect people I knew.

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose, Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes, But soft... behold! A sunlight beam Butting a swath of glimmering gleam. My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it, Inspired by your beauty... Effulgent.

It was the possibility of darkness that made the day seem so bright.

Night is real. Night is not an absence of light, but in fact, it is daytime that is a brief respite from the looming darkness.

There had to be dark and muddy waters so that the sun could have something to background it's flashing glory.

Were it not for shadows, there would be no beauty.

The armies of the day have chased the army of the night, Heaven and earth are filled with purity and light.

I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me.

The night is just a part of the day

Dark with excessive bright.

You know I can’t go out there. There’s daylight outside. (Ravyn) Well, that’s what happens when the big yellow ball comes up over the mountains. Amazing isn’t it? (Susan)

Sometimes to walk in shaded parts of Manhattan is to be inserted into a Magritte: the street is night while the sky is day.

I thought I could not breathe in that fine air That pure severity of perfect light I yearned for warmth and colour which I found In Lancelot.