Akhenaton Quotes

Your light is more magnificent than sunrise or sunset

Of all creatures in this visible world, light is the most glorious; of all light, the light of the sun without compare excels the rest.

It's a brilliant surface in that sunlight. The horizon seems quite close to you because the curvature is so much more pronounced than here on earth. It's an interesting place to be. I recommend it.

When it passes towards the east, the sun begins to have less effect upon it, and a thin line on the edge of its bright side emits its splendour towards the earth.

If I can see the sunrise - and I usually don't - I like to. I'm a big fan of the sun.

The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at batflight, Moon light and star light, owl and moth light, Glow-worm glowlight on a grassblade. O Light Invisible, we worship Thee!

In front, the sun climbs slow, how slowly, but westward, look, the land is bright.

She wasn't just beautiful. She was like the sun coming up: coming up giggling. She was giggling as if she had just remembered something funny.

It is not night when I do see your face.

Long live the sun which gives us such beautiful color.

Though thou art far away, thy rays are on Earth; Though thou art in their faces, no one knows thy going.

The sun doth shake Light from his locks, and, all the way Breathing perfumes, doth spice the day.

[L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning.

The sun, centre and sire of light, The keystone of the world-built arch of heaven.

In the past we have had a light which flickered, in the present we have a light which flames, and in the future there will be a light which shines over all the land and sea.

Does she realize she looks like a sunflower, ready to rain sunlight on all who look down upon her?

See the gold sunshine patching, And streaming and streaking across The gray-green oaks; and catching, By its soft brown beard, the moss.

Each time I make a photograph I celebrate the life I love and the beauty I know and the happiness I have experienced. All my photographs are made like that responding to my intuition... After all these years, I am still motivated by the radiance that light creates when it transforms an object into something magical. What the eye sees is an illusion of what is real. The black-and-white image is yet another transformation. What exactly exists, we may never know.

Then all this earth shines like one house.

There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.

All that is beautiful, and all that looks on beauty with eyes filled with fire, like a lover's eyes: all of this is yours; you gave it to me, sunlight! all these stars are yours; you gave them to me, skies!

The sun had become a light yellow yolk and was walking with red legs across the sky.