If you just add all the time, add more and more light, it loses its meaning.
Never look on the bright side. The glare is blinding.
He was alone in the darkness once more, but the darkness became brighter and brighter until it was burning like the sun.
I realized it was like looking into the sun—you shouldn't do it, because you'd turn your face away and be blind to everything else.
The eye that gazes upon the sun sees not the orb it looks upon, confounded by the excess of its brightness.
Too much shine, can dull the soul
I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.
He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.
There is suffering in the light; in excess it burns. Flame is hostile to the wing. To burn and yet to fly, this is the miracle of genius.
The light had simply and utterly destroyed the darkness.
