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1 " I learned not to fear infinity,The far field, the windy cliffs of forever,The dying of time in the white light of tomorrow,The wheel turning away from itself,The sprawl of the wave,The on-coming water. "
― Theodore Roethke
2 " When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call " white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion. "
3 " Since he died some of the colours have disappeared. I have lost the violet of seeing him, the indigo of touching him, the blue of talking to him and the green of smelling him. But I can still see some of his colours. I still have the red of the feelings in my heart, the orange of his possessions, and the yellow of our memories.Which is why it feels so confusing. He is gone, but not entirely. The white light is no longer with me, but a few of his colours remain; vibrant, illuminating. Sometimes I lose sight even of these colours. I search in the shadows, hungry for another glimpse, desperate that I may have lost them forever. This is my darkness. "
― Thomas Harding , Kadian Journal: A Father's Story
4 " What sometimes appears to be a dramatic, traumatic obstacle is really a call for spiritual advancement....to grow into our spiritual garment. A shift in perspective brought by the White Light of Holy Spirit makes all the difference in the worlds. "
5 " Above me I feel your lovemy GoddessFull of the promise that through youmy GoddessAll things ripen and come to fruitionmy GoddessAs the diaphanous boundary between worldsmy GoddessIs illuminated by the white light of your signmy GoddessI ask that some small ray of your love descendmy GoddessFill this seaborne chalicemy GoddessSo that I might pour it over memy GoddessAnd take your gentle touch to the children of the night "
― P.C. Cast , The Fledgling Handbook 101
6 " If you're good at this job, and I am, then every step in a murder case moves you in one direction: towards order. We get thrown shards of senseless wreckage, and we piece them together until we can lift the picture out of the darkness and hold it up to the white light of day, solid, complete, clear. Under all the paperwork and the politics, this is the job; this is its cool shining heart that I love with every fiber of mine. This case was different. It was running backwards, dragging us with it on some ferocious ebb tide. Every step washed us deeper in black chaos, wrapped us tighter in tendrils of crazy and pulled us downwards. "
― Tana French , Broken Harbor (Dublin Murder Squad, #4)
