Truman Capote: Perry, I know what 'exacerbate' means. Perry Smith: Okay... well... Truman Capote: There is not a word or a sentence or a concept that you can illuminate for me.
Alex: [voice over] My legal name is Alexander Perchov, but all of my friends dub me Alex, because this is much more flaccid to utter.
Alex: I do not know any women who are taller than me. The women who *are* taller than me are lesbians, for whom 1969 was a very momentous year.
Alex: Please tell me, is the Shaq also the Jew? Jonathan: Who? Alex: The Shaqweel O'Neal, the Los Angeles Laker. Jonathan: Uh, no. Alex: And Michael Jackson? Jonathan: [Scoffs] *No*, definitely not a Jew.
Jonathan: [after Alex asks why he collects family artifacts] I don't know, why does anybody do anything? It's just... something to do.
Just about every children's book in my local bookstore has an animal for its hero. But then, only a few feet away in the cookbook section, just about every cookbook includes recipes for cooking animals. Is there a more illuminating illustration of ou...
Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.
Writers, that deep dark secret is not something you should hide from the world. It is your gift. Take it from memory and illuminate it in literature,shake the dust from it, unless it will get you arrested, lol.
Words - take her with you let her rest in your rhymes Words - take her away somewhere beyond time Words - ease her breathing lay her softly on the floor there - let her linger and listen like ever before Leave her windows uncovered at night and fill ...
Surely it is the one who fears he is wrong who avoids criticism. The one who is sure he is right invites it. It only illuminates the strength of beliefs and makes them more available to others.
She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.
She was not crying Which surprised me very much But I understand now That she had found places For her melancholy That were behind more masks Than only her eyes
The dark and the light, they exist side by side, Sometimes overlapping, one explaining the other. The darkened path is as illuminated as the lightened, Only the fear of the dark keeps us from seeing our way.
Our personal stories of perseverance contain immense wisdom that can assist others in finding their way to peace and illumination during difficult times.
War stories deal in death. War illuminates love, while love is the greatest expression of hope, without which any story rings untrue to life. And to deny hope in a story about such darkness is to create false art.
There is no surer or more illuminating way of reading a man's character, and perhaps a little of his past history, than by observing the contexts in which he prefers to use certain words.
Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.
It becomes more and more difficult to avoid the idea of black men as subjects of not just racial profiling but of an insidious form of racial obliteration sanctioned by silence.
Follow the path that leads to understanding. Only then, will you illuminate the way for others. Once you open your mind and gain knowledge, truth, you'll leave the darkness and enter into the light of wisdom.
The truth can set you free, but when it comes, it's more like a wrecking-ball than a holy beam of illumination.
She made my heart melt, so I replaced it with a new candle. Love is illuminating.
