Books have the power to be the light we are seeking at crucial moments in our lives. Reading helps us realize we are not alone, that we can change our circumstances and even achieve the impossible.
But you are alone. Yet I never tell what you are. And if your face lights up my world as no other can - well, this feeling too, when viewed as the mere psychologist has to view it, appears to be simply what all the other friends report about their fr...
I'm actually not an exhibitionist at all. When you get onstage and you get under the lights playing music, I feel more hidden and more alone than anywhere else. You hide behind your music and let your emotions come out through the music.
Melrose is the finest remaining specimen of Gothic architecture in Scotland. Some of the sculptured flowers in the cloister arches are remarkably beautiful and delicate, and the two windows - the south and east oriels - are of a lightness and grace o...
I have no real training in the history of fine art or furniture; my eye just works by proportions. I react intuitively. In London, it's all about color because the weather is so gray, and in that cold light they look beautiful.
Viewed from a certain distance and under good light, even an ugly city can look like the promised land.
It's not as if our lives are simply divided into light and dark. There's a shadowy middle ground. Recognizing and understanding the shadows is what a healthy intelligence does.
His (Paul's) entire personality within mutation. He was being turned inside out as he led Jesus light the recesses of his soul.
I want to write about people who dream and wait for the night to end, who long for the light so they can hold the ones they love.
Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour.
He puts his arm around me, the lights dancing on his dark skin constantly skipping across to mine, planting a myriad of emotions into each pore as if preparing my heart for tilling.
Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.
All these many-coloured feelings fell... like light on a black surface, producing no change, meeting no return.
We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.
Never let stress shape your strategy. Most women think better after a brisk walk, a light meal, a massage and a nap.
...because I'm even more determined to bring that light back to his eyes. And I know my love is strong enough to do it.
I had this vision of the two of us holding hands or getting into some light petting behind shower curtains or up in the fencing aisle or some shit.
The talks were like blood transfusions, moments of realness and hope that were pinpricks of light in the dark fabric of small-town life.
You hate him for turning you inside of yourself. You are still getting used to looking at your body in the light.
No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw it.
The road was so dimly lighted. There we;re no highway signs to guide. But they made up their minds, If all roads were blind, They wouldn't give up 'til they died....
