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.
When I was 16, at night I went to my high school and chucked rocks at the billboard sign and broke the light bulbs. That was fun.
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.
'What Was She Thinking? Notes on a Scandal' was thrilling in its light, deceptive tone, its subtle but irresistible momentum.
When you speak of heaven, let your face light up... When you speak of hell well then, your everyday face will do.
I take aliens very seriously and don't appreciate light entertainment or weak approximations being made of them.
Within two hours of where I live, you have mountains and desert as location. I like the natural elements that abstract into light, texture, shape and shadow.
Everyone is slowly catching on to this one - and I know everyone says this - but we need to make a little more effort with the environment. Everyone says they turn off their lights, but do they really?
I love the flowers for their beauty and dazzling smile. I love the moon for its soothing light and changing style.
I have the mentality that sometimes a role is just meant for someone else. If you're supposed to get a part, the light will shine on you. And if not, nothing you do is going to help.
Today's particle physics describe light as a crumple in space, and we may have deformed space in such a way that they noticed something peculiar - and they had the ability to investigate it.
True pillar of subtle light embrace humanity between dimensions, they are serene consciousness washing the pains of all soul's.
