"I still remember your light / And it was streaming down / And burning out my eyes"
— Voltaire, Almost Human
The dawn is your enemy
— [adult swim]'s sign-out bumper before the shift to Cartoon Network
"People associated darkness with evil and light with good. Explain to me, then, why history's worst monsters all sided with the light, fighting for the radiant Sun, while the shadows were burned."
— Unknown, possibly a proverb.
"In hellish glare and inference
The other one's a duplicate
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms"
— Blue Oyster Cult, "Astronomy"
Ginko: Aren't you afraid of losing light forever?
Amane: I am. But I'm more afraid of a world with nothing but light.
— Mushishi, Eye of Fortune, Eye of Misfortune
"Snuffing the light of a lantern without saying a small prayer is bad luck. Though its flame can only singe, its soul can repeatedly visit misery on one's house"
"I see the light... it burns!"
— Homer Simpson, The Simpsons
"They warned me Satan would be attractive."
— Ned Flanders, The Simpsons
"They say it is a light that brings truth and love. I say it is a light that blinds us – and forces us to stumble about in ignorance."
— Altaïr's Codex (XX), Assassin's Creed I
"In the Maelstrom, a trick of the light can feast on human flesh."
— Flavour text from Illusory Demon.
"One final member of Dicefreaks has added information. Alratan was the first Freak to bring up evil uses for positive energy and good uses for negative energy. While his study does not accuse Pelor of anything (or indeed, deal with Pelor at all), it does point to an alternate path of positive energy, with which Pelor is definitely associated. (Positive energy, not the alternate path) This is important because many dubious (and some slack jawed) people have pointed towards Pelor’s association with the sun and positive energy as proof of his inherent goodness."
— Whoever wrote this
"I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos -- You know, Michael Landon. Not dicks."
— Dean, Supernatural Season 4, Episode 2, "Are You There God? It's Me, Dean Winchester "
"Fascism is also very white. Most of you would probably classify that as 'evil.'”
"White witchcraft is the one most favoured because it is seen as the 'good' version of witchcraft but this is more a fallacy because people who take to 'white' witchcraft can often do more damage to themselves and others through their practices than those who practice 'black' witchcraft. This is because white witchcraft generally does not require an individual to ask permission or inform another that they are doing a spell on behalf/to another, even practicing hexing in order to do 'the greater good'. This is largely inappropriate morally and can do a lot of damage to those who find out this has happened."
"It is not sad." - Radiant chided the angel - "It is right. Every society must have its outcasts."
"In blackest day, in brightest night,
Beware your fears made into light."
— Sinestro Corps motto (first two lines)
"I don't fear what hides in the darkness. I fear what hides in the light."
"For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright/Who art as black as hell, as dark as night."
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 147
"Those who fear darkness have never seen what the light can do."
— Selenia, Dark Angel - on the Magic: The Gathering card "Lightning Blast"
(at ground zero of the 23-Sider unleashing its power)
Ally: Is this holy white 'r somethin'?
Tim: Y'ever see Neverending Story? Read Crisis on Infinite Earths? Watch Six Feet Under? Imagine a nuclear explosion? White is almost always bad!
Gilgamesh: Were you watching, King of Conquerors? That was Saber's light. Would you still claim her unworthy, having seen her brilliance?
Alexander the Great: That light comes from taking the hopes and dreams of her people onto her shoulders. It was so dazzling that it hurt to even look...
In my brightness I found contentment, and in my brightness my desire to rub my holiness in their faces grew. One foggy night, my seventh or so after being drowned, I flew up the river. I illuminated the streets, a paler, colder lamp than those lighting up the place, right in the procession to celebrate my righteous death.
Oh, their faces when they saw my light! They thought I was an angel, sent to congratulate that sinful maggot’s due death, to bless their hallowed night with heaven-sent radiance. Most of the clerics instantly broke in hymns and praise, except Father Trinellus, who was a bit more savvy than that, and eyed me with thinly veiled suspicion.