Every Song Every song is the remains of love. Every light the remains of time. A knot of time. And every sigh the remains of a cry.
Love brings to light a lover's noble and hidden qualities-his rare and exceptional traits: it is thus liable to be deceptive of his normal qualities.
Perhaps being old is having lighted rooms inside your head, and people in them, acting. People you know, yet can't quite name.
God would light the way. Faith would keep them on the right path.
I have always loved to begin with the facts, to observe them, to walk in the light of experiment and demonstrate as much as possible, and to discuss the results.
If the butterfly wings its way to the sweet light that attracts it, it's only becasue it doesn't know that the fire can consume it.
The dance between darkness and light will always remain— the stars and the moon will always need the darkness to be seen, the darkness will just not be worth having without the moon and the stars.
Hydrogen is the most common element in the universe, and has the potential to become an inexpensive source of energy for neighborhoods, light and heavy duty vehicles, and industry.
I don't like to watch playback. But being on the set, watching the way the camera is being moved and the way the light is being used, you do get an idea of it.
When our thoughts, at times, wander into darkness... remember we are human and have been imbued with free will to choose the light.
There are infinite shadings of light and shadows and colors... it's an extraordinarily subtle language. Figuring out how to speak that language is a lifetime job.
Human beings will line up for miles to buy a bucket of catastrophes, but don't try selling sunshine and light - you'll go broke.
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.
In the deepest darkness God tenderly grasps my hand and whispers that darkness is nothing more than a place that He is preparing for the arrival of light.
Heaven forbid that I should regard the limitation of my sympathy as anything save a red light which warns me not to criticize at all.
I prefer the light approach because I believe there is a great deal of false reverence about.
So lately, been wondering Who will be there to take my place When I'm gone, you'll need love To light the shadows on your face.
The way I see it, I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.
I've stood outside my house in Montana looking at the northern lights... crackling against the night sky. To me, that's magic.
She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.
When you make the finding yourself - even if you're the last person on Earth to see the light - you'll never forget it.
