Quotes About Light

Then we'd better stop her. Coating the hammering fear with calming ice, Roarke worked precisely. I'm not losing my wife today. I need more shagging light here.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world. And you're lucky enough to have a family to share it with.

When can I drive the new ride?" "When you learn that a yellow light means haul ass to get through it before it turns red instead of slowing down to a crawl a half a block away.

Don't you swat away my concerns like they're gnats around your ears." He got to his feet as well. "Don't you dare make light of them, Eve, or what it is to me to sit and wait.

Too revved to sleep. Is that so? Some of the light she loved was back in his eyes. Well, what can we do to pass the time, help you relax? Cribbage, perhaps? Her eyes narrowed. Cribbage? Is that some perverted sexual activity? He laughed, and grabbing her, tossed her onto the bed. Why not?

Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light. Slow," he told her, "with awareness. Breathe out to empty. And pause, hold in that space between. Now in to fill.

He stood there a moment in the open doorway with the light streaming in and a gentle breeze,a warm one,playing with all that black silk hair. Stood there, she thought,all tall and lean in his perfect suit, one hand in his pocket.On her button, she realized.He carried that damn button like a magic charm.

Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light.

I said, you're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul.

The world can be so dark. It's foolish to deny it, and the Irish know the dark better than some in any case. It reminds us to hold on to the light, every minute we can, and to prize it.

Out of the dark, out of the delicate mist, the lady rose up. Torch held high, face serene and somehow kind. Lights glowed in her, around her, charging her with brilliance, with purpose. And how many, Eve thought, had seen that welcome, that promise, when they'd crossed an ocean to a new world? A new life? How

The sun's touch is kind.

Let it at the very least be said, if it ever comes to be said, if there is ever anyone in some remote future interested to know the way we lived, that in this farthest outpost of the Empire of light there existed one man who in his heart was not a barbarian.

Lo de la vida nueva es mentira, hijo, la mentira más grande de todas. No hay otra vida que esta. Esta es la única que existe. En cuanto les dejas que te corten la cabeza, todo se acaba. Ya no hay más que oscuridad, oscuridad y más oscuridad.

He deals with my soul: every day he folds the flesh aside and exposes my soul to the light; he has probably seen many souls in the course of his working life; but the care of souls seems to have left no more mark on him than the care of hearts leaves on the surgeon. (p 118)

Las que no son números. Las que son números brillan. Las oscuras quieren ser números pero no pueden. Andan como hormigas por todo el cielo, pero no podemos verlas porque son oscuras. ¿Puedo ir ahora?

They were the men and the women of the sand, of the wind, of the light, of the night. They appeared as in a dream, at the crest of a dune, as if they were born of the cloudless sky.

They don't fit you? V asked his roommate. Not the point. No offense, but these are wicked Village People. Butch held his heavy arms out and turned in a circle, his bare chest catching the light. I mean, come on. They're for fighting, not fashion. So are kilts, but you don't see me rocking the tartan. And thank God for that. You're too bowlegged to pull that shit off. Butch assumed a bored expression. You can bite me.

As he vomited, he felt, though did not see, V come over. Forcing his head up, Butch groaned, Help me... I'm going to, trahyner. Give me your hand. As Butch held his palm up in despair, Vishous whipped off his glove and grabbed on good and hard. V's energy, that beautiful, white light, poured down Butch's arm and ripped through him in a blast, cleansing, renewing. United by their clasped hands, they became again the two halves, the light and the dark. The Destroyer and the Savior. A whole.

Don't think I was the only reason he healed. You're his light, Marissa. Don't ever forget that.

For no good reason, he thought of Xhex. Xhex was a thunderstorm made up of hues of black and iron gray, power leashed but no less lethal for its control. Cormia was a sunny day cast in rainbow of brightness. He put his hand over his heart and bowed to her, then left. As he started up for his room, he wondered whether he liked the storm or the sunshine better.

I got to go! Bye!" "You're ammmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaazing—" Click. This time when she put her cell phone back down, she felt as light and frothy as the bubbles in a champagne flute. And a little drunk, too.

archway and hit the light switch for the

La oscuridad jamás se adueñará de mí... porque yo te tengo a ti. Luz de mi vida, Marissa. Eso es lo que tú eres, la luz de mi vida.