The masses-I love em-they rush for red lights, risking everything to capture a few seconds, only to get home and waste their lives.
Heroes aren't heroes because they worship the light, but because they know the darkness all to well to stand down and live with it.
If you dwell in the darkness, you can see in the dark and look into the light. But in choosing the darkness, you know you are destined to walk alone.
Your beliefs will be the light by which you see, but they will not be what you see and they will not be a substitute for seeing.
You're here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world. (Matthew 5:14, The Message)
A melancholy-looking man, he had the appearance of one who has searched for the leak in life's gas-pipe with a lighted candle.
Had records so stellar, they had to lock their resumes in a drawer at night, so the golden light streaming from the pages wouldn't keep them awake.
She scowled at him until a light appeared in her intelligent eyes, as if she had had an epiphany. "Are you an illegal alien?
I sleep with the lights on now. Not because I’m afraid of the dark, but because I like to keep the night as far away as I can.
I listened as the words became sentences and the sentences became pages and the pages became feelings and voices and places and people.
I could almost hear the characters inside, murmuring and jostling, impatient for me to open the cover and let them out.
He'd been coiled like a snake for years and the tension had gone slack and when he was ready to spring the spring wasn't there, but it could be recoiled.
A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.
Beautify your inner dialogue. Beautify your inner world with love light and compassion. Life will be beautiful.
He takes a few dazed steps, the waiters turn out the lights and he slips into unconsciousness: when this man is lonely he sleeps.
Light died in the west. Night and tears took the Nation. The star of Water drifted among the clouds like a murderer softly leaving the scene of the crime.
Whether in the intellectual pursuits of science or in the mystical pursuits of the spirit, the light beckons ahead, and the purpose surging in our nature responds.
Everybody's got the seam of goodness in them, Kit," said Grandpa. "Just a matter of whether it can be found and brought out into the light.
I know now that what makes a fool is an inability to take even his own good advice.
And even a liar can be scared into telling the truth, same as honest man can be tortured into telling a lie.
All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle.
