At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.
Sin scorches us most after it comes under the scrutinizing light of God's forgiveness and not before
If I'm on holiday, I travel light, but if it is a work trip, I take everything but the kitchen sink.
I don't personally see my work as being dark. What interests me is a balance between light and dark.
Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.
Every expression of truth has in it the seeds of propagation, even as the sun cannot hide its light.
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
A candle can bring light to a dungeon but it can also be used to light a deadly marijuana cigarette.
The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.
How can I know anything about the past or the future, when the light of the Beloved shines only Now.
Light at the end of the tunnel? We don't even have a tunnel; we don't even know where the tunnel is.
I don't think there are in life, pure darkness or pure light. Everyone's got a little of everything.
No doubt one can, in light of further study and life experience, come to repudiate past convictions.
While there remains one dark soul without the light of God, I'll fight - I'll fight to the very end!
Do not cruise through red lights. Because if I'm coming the other way, I will run you down, for fun.
Once a happy old man One can never change the core of things, and light burns you the harder for it.
And each man stands with his face in the light. Of his own drawn sword, ready to do what a hero can.
I can either cross the street, or I can keep waiting for another few years of green lights to go by.
Read the Bible and inspirational books for a purpose. Ask for divine guidance. Search for the light.
Lethargics are to be laid in the light, and exposed to the rays of the sun for the disease is gloom.
That is the conviction we must come to in our meditation, that the darkness cannot quench the light.
Art finds a way to be constructive. It becomes heat in cold places; it becomes light in dark places.
I don't enjoy living in a white box flooded with light. I like shadows, small spaces, old furniture.
The sensation of colour cannot be accounted for by the physicist's objective picture of light-waves.
It's nice, when the lights come up at the end of the movie, to not be like, "What did I just watch?"