Quotes About Lights

Walking round the Champs-Elysees late at night is the greatest time.

My favorite thing about the holiday season is the lights! I love walking around with family, friends, and a cup of peppermint hot chocolate to look at all the beautiful lights and decorations.

There's nothing like walking onto a Hollywood sound stage.

Some bands blow it before they even play. The most important moment of any show is when a band walks out with the red amp lights glowing, the flashlight that shows each performer the way to his spot on the stage. It's crucial not to blow it. It sets the tempo of the show; it affects everyone's perception of the band.

You're blinded by lights and you see all these people who come out, and it's exciting. It's scary and it's exciting all rolled into one.

I have a lot of experience with the lights on bright - a lot of people watching and performing on live television.

I have always loved Manhattan, the bright lights, the big city!

When you're in L.A., you have a different platform than playing anywhere else. Brighter lights. Bigger media.

There's no better feeling than being on a Broadway stage for me.

Broadway was weird.

My hair is brown with a tinge of red. The lights in NBA arenas are extremely bright, and that makes my hair look red.

I came from the country, and when I came to the city, I was ridin' high, you know. I was seeing more lights than I ever dreamed to shine in the world. 'Cos where I came from, there wasn't too many lights. Bugs made a lot of light, but after that there wasn't no lights.

I sleep in a bunk bed because my studio's under it. It's like a loft bed.

It's a really strange thing to be doing, to go on stage and all of a sudden have bright lights and spotlights.

The stadium here in Munich is the best of the lot for me. It is absolutely fantastic, especially the way it lights up a different colour according to who is playing. It's superb.

The great-eyed Plato proportioned the lights and shades after the genius of our life.

The multicolored or grey lights touching their faces, but never really touching them...

Cerrando los ojos, volviendo la cabeza, escuchando. Oh que viento solitario. México es un país raro. Todo selvas y desiertos y extensiones solitarias y aquí y allí un pueblo pequeño como éste, con unaa pocas luces encendidas que puedes apagar con un castañeo de los dedos.

When they reached her house all its lights were blazing. What's going on? Montag had rarely seen that many house lights. Oh, just my mother father and uncle sitting around, talking. It's like being a pedestrian, only rarer. My uncle was arrested another time--did I tell you?--for being a pedestrian. Oh, we're MOST peculiar.

Behind him the lights of the lonely little store blinked out and there was only a street light shimmering on the corner, and the whole city seemed to be going to sleep.

Raw red cliffs that you stumbled down into your own shadow haven't kept you away, or soft red lights and strange electrical music that I play.

Había estrellas fugaces. Las luces en Comala se apagaron. Entonces el cielo se adueñó de la noche.

The best time to cry is at night, when the lights are out and someone is being beaten up and screaming for help.

The panzer, she decides, is a place only a junkie could love. A cozy cybernetic womb of masculine scent, soft blinking lights, the studs that feed one's addiction. Whatever Cowboy's is, she doesn't want to know.