#illuminate

Our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#love

Better to illuminate than merely to shine, to deliver to others contemplated truths than merely to contemplate. ↗

— Thomas Aquinas

#contemplate #contemplated #deliver #illuminate #merely

The questions which one asks oneself begin, at least, to illuminate the world, and become one's key to the experience of others. ↗

— James A. Baldwin

#become #begin #experience #illuminate #key

The history of the past interests us only in so far as it illuminates the history of the present. ↗

— Ernest Dimnet

#history #illuminates #interests #only #past

Financial crises are like fireworks: they illuminate the sky even as they go pop. ↗

— James Buchan

#even #financial #financial crises #fireworks #go

I don't believe in environmentalism as the solution to anything. What I believe is that environmentalism illuminates the things that need to be done to solve all of the problems together. ↗

— Barry Commoner

#believe #done #environmentalism #i #i believe

I remarked constantly, just at sunset, in these latitudes, that the eastern horizon was brilliantly illuminated with a kind of mock sunset. This in a short time disappeared, to be soon succeeded by another similar in character, but more faint. ↗

— George Grey

#brilliantly #character #constantly #disappeared #eastern

There are two kinds of light - the glow that illuminates, and the glare that obscures. ↗

— James Thurber

#glow #illuminates #kinds #light #obscures

Brod’s life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. Table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, mollusk, Shabbos, violence, cuticle, melodrama, ditch, honey, doily… None of it moved her. She addressed her world honestly, searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her, but to each she would have to say, I don’t love you. Bark-brown fence post: I don’t love you. Poem too long: I don’t love you. Physics, the idea of you, the laws of you: I don’t love you. Nothing felt like anything more than what it actually was. Everything was just a thing, mired completely in its thingness. ↗

— Jonathan Safran Foer

#jonathan-safran-foer #life

Criticism is the windows and chandeliers of art: it illuminates the enveloping darkness in which art might otherwise rest only vaguely discernible, and perhaps altogether unseen. ↗

— George Jean Nathan

#art #criticism #darkness #discernible #enveloping