Quotes About Lights

Las Vegas is about distraction.

I absolutely love Las Vegas. I've been there a bunch of times on my own.

I feel like I'm always performing in Vegas around Christmastime.

Vegas' energy is wild.

I'd like to play Vegas as a head-liner.

In sum, we took energy for granted, assuming when we flipped the switch, the lights would go on and assuming that there would always be plenty of cheap fuel for our vehicles.

I'm often in Venice in November and December, when it's foggy and wintry, and the decorations in the shops and the lights in the churches make the place feel both Christmassy and melancholic.

You know, songs like 'Rock'n Me' were actually written to be played in large... for a hundred thousand people kind of gatherings. And a lot of what came out on 'Fly Like an Eagle' and 'Book of Dreams' was music that was put together to be played in big, big venues with big light shows.

We wanted to incorporate lights and the like to really accentuate the music. We play mostly small venues, so we don't use it overboard by any means. The most important thing is the music. I think we do a good job of letting that show.

Wilder watched Armstrong head back to video village under the lights of the set, attacking another apple as she went, and thought, Apples and women . Not a good history there.

There is no place like America. Between the stunning skyline of New York and the bright lights of Hollywood it is out there.

Las Vegas — my favorite desert mirage.

Colored lights blink on and off, racing across the green boughs. Their reflections dance across exquisite glass globes and splinter into shards against tinsel thread and garlands of metallic filaments that disappear underneath the other ornaments and finery. Shadows follow, joyful, laughing sprites. The tree is rich with potential wonder. All it needs is a glance from you to come alive .

You cannot appreciate the beauty of the sky at night without these five shining lights.

There's no business like show business.

Advice to children crossing the street: damn the lights. Watch the cars. The lights ain't never killed nobody.

But at least he can still see the lights below us. Although maybe for him it doesn't matter.

Del inclinado tejado colgaban mágicas hileras de lámparas que refulgían cual estrellas y brillantes faroles de aceite que proyectaban luz… John Milton

One half of the world glows with reflected sunlight. The other half is dark, speckled with little city lights.

I always wondered what it would be like to see this city as a tourist. I have to believe that NY always lives up to its reputation. The buildings really are that tall, the lights really are that bright, there's truly a story on every corner. But it still might be a shock to realize you're just one story walking among millions. To not feel the bright lights even as they fill the air. To see the tall buildings and only feel a deep longing for the stars.

New Yorkers love the bigness- the skyscrapers, the freedom, the lights. But they also love it when they can carve out some smallness for themselves.

Sitting in front of a fire is mesmerizing. It's magical. I feel the same way about electricity. And smoke. And flickering lights.

As my ticket is ripped I'll briefly consider all the constructive things I could be doing. I think of the parks and the restaurants, of the pleasantries I'll never use on the friends I am failing to make. I think of the great city teeming on the other side of that curtain, and then the lights go down, and I love Paris.

every possible Euclidean and non-Euclidean permutation of lights; ten thousand lights, ten million lights, the ten billion lights of Great Yu, each one a voice calling, "I is what I am! Notice me! Notice me!