[last lines] Private Edward P. Train: [voice over] Where is it that we were together? Who were you that I lived with? The brother. The friend. Darkness, light. Strife and love. Are they the workings of one mind? The features of the same face? Oh, my ...
Marlin: Tell me, Dory, do you see anything? Dory: Yeah, I see a light. Marlin: A light? Dory: Yeah. I see a light. Marlin: Yeah, I see it too. Dory: Hey, Conscience, am I dead? Marlin: No, no. I see it, too. [they swim up to the light] Dory: It's so....
A truly good book is something as natural, and as unexpectedly and unaccountably fair and perfect, as a wild-flower discovered on the prairies of the West or in the jungles of the East. Genius is a light which makes the darkness visible, like the lig...
We have to rethink the way we light our cities. We have to think again about light as a default solution. Why are all these motorways permanently lit? Is it really needed? Can we maybe be much more selective and create better environments that also b...
The sun rises every morning and sheds light, vanquishing the night's darkness. The rooster also rises every morning only, unlike the sun, he simply makes noise. But the darkness of the night is dispelled by sunshine, not by the rooster's crowing. The...
[after Clark fails at lighting all the exterior Christmas lights at the "lighting ceremony" in front of the entire family] Frances: Talk about pissing your money away. I hope you kids see what a silly waste of resources this was. Audrey: He worked re...
Galadriel: [he remembers her words to him] And for you, Frodo Baggins, I give you the light of Earendil our most beloved star. May it be a light to you in dark places when all other lights go out. Frodo: Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima.
Why do you want to touch me? I'm nothing. I'm no one.
We do not believe that light exists in spite of darkness. We believe that light exists because of it.
Shine your light, you will inspire others to radiant their inner light.
Why can you see the stars at night, but not the light...
What the war did to dreamers.
It's embarrassingly plain how inadequate language is.
Be led by your joy.
There’s fear and violence under the surface. One always follows the other.
Time, the spaces of light and dark, had long since lost orderliness.
You just do it, then if you die, you die.
The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn't sure it was worth all the effort.
There's no tragedy in nature, only process -- and therefore no triumph, either.
An exile, said Zafar, is a refugee with a library.
I'm not a religious man, but I do worship your ass.
