Quotes by Light I love to praise what I love, and I won't for a minute believe that love is blind -- indeed, it gives clearness without sharpness, and surely that is the best light in which to look at anything. Katherine Anne Porter lightlove-isbelieve Love is in all of the books, and that's the connective tissue between them. There's a lot of hope in me; I can feel it. These stories are balls of light for me. Kate DiCamillo lightlove-isbook My life is flashing lights and pointing fingers and uninvited visitors. Inches away, humans flatten their little hands against the wall of glass that separates us.The glass says you are this and we are that and that is how it will always be. Katherine Applegate wallglasseslight In The Tale of Despereaux, there is a lot of darkness, a lot of despair. There's also a lot of light, redemption, hope. There's forgiveness, there's friendship, there's love. But the world in all of its potential craziness is also there. Kate DiCamillo despairlightdarkness I am poor - obscure - just eighteen years of age - with a rapacious appetite for everything and principles as light as my purse. Katherine Mansfield lightageyears A carnival in daylight is an unfinished beast, anyway. Rain makes it a ghost. The wheezing music from the empty, motionless rides in a soggy, rained-out afternoon midway always hit my chest with a sweet ache. The colored dance of lights in the seeping air flashed the puddles in the sawdust with an oily glamour. Katherine Dunn lightrainsweet How many of the original songs survive intact from the slave cabins? Probably not many in their original form. Time has transformed them like light in a prism. What we hope to present is a version of those spirituals, and they speak not just to black Americans, but to people worldwide. Kathleen Battle lightsongpeople Ach, Tchekov! Why are you dead? Why can’t I talk to you in a big darkish room at late evening—where the light is green from the waving trees outside? I’d like to write a series of Heavens: that would be one. Katherine Mansfield lightwritingtree Pending catastrophe is not an easy notion to entertain, much less sustain. Americans, moreover, have a low tolerance for doom and gloom. We are the nation of optimism, after all. We elect leaders who promise hope and change. We are the shining city on a hill. But what happens when the lights go out? Kathleen Parker doom-and-gloommoneylight At this point in my career, Apollo 13 is a million light years away. Kathleen Quinlan careerslightyears There was something about the Cleveland Play House that was the holiest place - you know, with the ghost light on the stage and the brick. It was just the most beautiful theater in the world. Kathryn Hahn lightplaybeautiful Outside the sky is light with stars Katherine Mansfield starslightsky ...out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light. Kathryn Stockett filled-uplightblue The tail of the comet slashed the dawn and in the red light of the rising sun, for a brief instant, it seemed as if the comet was bleeding across the sky. Kathryn Lasky lightdawnsky Your passions will grow as you continue to grow, so remember, it's never too late to reinvent yourself or pursue the latest things that make you light up. Kathryn Budig passionlighttoo-late Focus on sharing your story and affecting the people that are hungry for your light. Kathryn Budig focuslightpeople My criteria for doing a television series never changed. I wanted more stability, I wanted more of a sense of family, I wanted to do light comedy. Kathryn Bigelow comedylighttelevision The late evening is the time of times. Then with that unearthly beauty before one it is not hard to realise how far one has to go. To write something that will be worthy of that rising moon, that pale light. Katherine Mansfield lightmoonwriting I haven’t had the chance to look at too many men’s faces up close. And I noticed how his skin was thicker than mine, and a gorgeous shade of toast. The stiff blond hairs on his cheeks and chin seemed to be growing before my eyes. He smelled like starch. Like pine. His nose wasn’t so pointy afterall. …And out of the blue, he kissed me. Right in the middle of the Robert E. Lee Hotel Restaurant, he kissed me so slowly with an open mouth and every single thing in my body-my skin, my collarbone, the hollow backs of my knees, everything inside of me filled up with light. Kathryn Stockett lighteyemen Do not forget in the darkness what you have been promised in the light. Katie Davis lightdarknessforget«233234235236237238239240241242243»
