Quotes by Light Summer nearly does me in every year. It's too hot and the light is unforgiving and the days go on way too long. Anne Lamott lightsummeryears A whole lot of us believers, of all different religions, are ready to turn back the tide of madness by walking together, in both the dark and the light - in other words, through life - registering voters as we go, and keeping the faith. Anne Lamott lightdarktogether We are going to die, as is everyone we adore - I hate this! But the question is, how do we live as women and men in the face of this? Why do we let ourselves be so distracted and obsessed by meaningless B.S. in light of having one short, precious life? When are we going to wake up and be fully alive to each other and nature and magic and wonder and Life with a capital L? When will we stop hitting the snooze button? And then, how alive are we willing to be? Anne Lamott hatelightmen The blackest night must end in dawn, the light dispel the dreamer's fear. Anne McCaffrey dreamerlightnight The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! We're up, above you. We were dependant on you just now, prisoners fawning on you for favors, for wind and light. But now, we are free. We are up! We are off! Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring- a sustained note of power and joy. Anne Morrow Lindbergh climbinglightwind ... not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin. Anne Morrow Lindbergh lightmorningmoving Splutter, splutter. Yes - we're off - we're rising. But why start off with an engine like that? But it smooths out now, like a long sigh, like a person breathing easily, freely. Like someone singing ecstatically, climbing, soaring - sustained note of power and joy. We turn from the lights of the city; we pivot on a dark wing; we roar over the earth. The plane seems exultant now, even arrogant. We did it, we did it! Anne Morrow Lindbergh climbinglightdark I believe in an individual soul which travels through eternity. This life is far from all there is--in fact, it is a minute part, simply an antechamber, a deciding place where we choose the light from the dark, where we come to know what we truly value. Anne Perry lightdarkbelieve We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us. Anne Rice breathemomentslight Despair was so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannikin in the window. It could be dispelled by the spectacle of lights surrounding a tower. It could be lifted by the great ghostly shape of St. Patrick's coming into view. And then despair would come again. Anne Rice lightsightbeautiful I am the Vampire Lestat. I'm immortal more or less. The light of the sun, the sustained heat of an intense fire-these things might destroy me. But then again, they might not. Anne Rice vampirelightfire Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither. Anne Rice vampirelightgiving That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can't recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became. Anne Rice farewelllightmorning He had grieved for me, I'll give him that much. But then he is so good at grieving! He wears woe as others wear velvet; sorrow flatters him like the light of candles; tears become him like jewels. Anne Rice lightjewelsgrieving A real friendship is a light thing. A real friend holds you loosely. Anne Rivers Siddons friendslightreal Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave. Anne Sexton lightdepressionthinking We talked death with burned-up intensity, both of us drawn to it like moths to an electric light bulb. Sucking on it! Anne Sexton bulbsintensitylight When they turn the sun Anne Sexton lighthopechildren I, in my brand new body, Anne Sexton starslightdream For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling. Anne Sexton lightmoonnight«2021222324252627282930»
