Quotes by Light The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness. Carson McCullers lightnightmemories I don't personally see my work as being dark. What interests me is a balance between light and dark. Carter Burwell balancelightdark But doubt is a crucial to faith as darkness is to light. Without one, the other has no context and is meaningless. Faith is, by definition, uncertainty. It is full of doubt, steeped in risk. It is about matters not of the known, but of the unknown. Carter Heyward risklightdarkness Further, a document names and identifies the actual Red Light Bandits (plural), because in fact there are two. Caryl Chessman lightnamestwo Polly Findlay showed real insight and imagination in her production of my translation of Seneca's Thyestes at the Arcola. I enjoyed her use of the space and the detail of her work with the actors, and I'm looking forward to seeing what she does with Light Shining. Caryl Churchill spacelightreal Technology has allowed the world of men in our society to separate itself from the sight and the sounds of killing; from the horror of it, but not from the killing. It must be easy to kill from a roomful of fluorescent lights and wash-and-wear shirts. Caryl Rivers technologylightmen Vibrate on a frequency that embraces the gifts, growth, and change of others. Casar Jacobson shininglightjourney The group Bananarama has such a light, cutesy-pie sound that they make The Go-Go's sound like Led Zeppelin by comparison. Casey Kasem pielightsound Close your bodily eye, that you may see your picture first with the eye of the spirit. Then bring to light what you have seen in the darkness, that its effect may work back, from without to within. Caspar David Friedrich darkness-withinlighteye Because those who hold conspiracy theories typically suffer from a crippled epistemology, in accordance with which it is rational to hold such theories, the best response consists in cognitive infiltration of extremist groups. Various policy dilemmas, such as the question whether it is better for government to rebut conspiracy theories or to ignore them, are explored in this light. Cass Sunstein extremist-groupsgovernmentlight Too much of anything could destroy you, Simon thought. Too much darkness could kill, but too much light could blind. Cassandra Clare too-muchlightdarkness His fingers skimmed down her body, over skin and satin, and she shivered, leaning into him, and she was sure they both tasted like blood and ashes and salt, but it didn't matter; the world, the city, and all it's lights and life seemed to have narrowed down to this, just her and Jace, the burning heart of a frozen world. Cassandra Clare lightheartpeace Will only looked at her. There had been light in his eyes on the stairs, as he'd locked the door, when he'd kissed her--a brilliant, joyous light. And it was going now, fading like the last breath of someone dying. She thought of Nate, bleeding to death in her arms. She had been powerless then, to help him. As she was now. She felt as if she were watching the life bleed out of Will Herondale, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Cassandra Clare lighteyedoors The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long. Cassandra Clare lighthalflong Far below ran the silver ribbon of the East River, braceleted by shining bridges, flecked by boats as small as flyspecks, splitting the shining banks of light that were Manhattan and Brooklyn on either side. Cassandra Clare lightbridgesrivers (Sebastian) "See, there you go. You're always looking at me like that." "Like what?" "Like I burn down animal shelters for fun and light my cigarettes with orphans. Cassandra Clare lightanimalfun What are you doing following me around the back streets of London, you little idiot?” Will demanded, giving her arm a light shake. Cecily’s eyes narrowed. “This morning it was cariad (note: Welsh endearment, like ‘darling’ or ‘love’), now it’s idiot. Cassandra Clare lighteyemorning Tess?” A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor. Cassandra Clare voicelightdoors Light like thin grey soup seeped through the windows. The door opened and Mrs. Dark came in, followed by her sister, who had no head, only the white bone of her spine protruding from her raggedly severed neck. Cassandra Clare lightdarkdoors She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamp-light that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have looked right through her. The way, he supposed, he always had. Cassandra Clare lampslightway«5354555657585960616263»
