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.
Give me something in between the spectrums of light, darkness and sound and most days I will create something out of it for you.
It is only in our darkest hours that we may discover the true strength of the brilliant light within ourselves that can never, ever, be dimmed.
How often have the greatest thoughts and ideas come to light during conversations with the family over the evening dinner?
PHOSPHORESCENCE. Now there's a word to lift your hat to... to find that phosphorescence, that light within, that's the genius behind poetry.
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Beware the knowledge thou seek, for knowledge though oft light, can sow the seeds of night and reap from the darkness that ensues" - 1654
