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Ray Bradbury quote: "Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted..."
Impossible; for how many people did you know who refracted your own light to you? Ray Bradbury
Is my mom all right?"She's perfectly fine. don't worry, Bella, I have no quarrel with her. Unless you didn't come alone, of course." Light, amused."I'm alone." I'd never been more alone in my entire life. Stephenie Meyer
Vladimir Nabokov quote: "Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul."
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Vladimir Nabokov
By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . .But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on John Mayer
Later she sat on the ground in the forest between school and home, and spring was so bright and beautiful, the warm air touched her so tenderly, she could almost feel herself changing into a flower. Her light dress felt like petals."I love everything," she heard herself say."So do I," a voice answered. Pearl straightened up and looked around. No one was there. William Steig
i realize that the future, though invisible, has weight. We are in the gravitational pull of past and future. It takes huge energy -speed of light power- to break the gravitational pull. How many of us ever get free of our orbit? We tease ourselves with fancy notions of free will and self-help courses that direct our lives. We believe we can be our own miracles, and just a lottery win or Mr.right will make the world new. Jeanette Winterson
Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect. -And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there. Richard Bach
She had a horror he would die at night. And sometimes when the light began to fade. She could not keep from noticing how white. The birches looked? and then she would be afraid, Even with a lamp, to go about the house. And lock the windows; and as night wore on. Toward morning, if a dog howled, or a mouse. Squeaked in the floor, long after it was gone. Her flesh would sit awry on her. By day. She would forget somewhat, and it would seem. A silly thing to go with just this dream. And get a... Edna St. Vincent Millay
Jean Genet quote: "I could not take lightly the idea that people made love..."
I could not take lightly the idea that people made love without me. Jean Genet
He left the drapes open, watched the lights of the cars and of the fast food joints through the window glass, comforted to know there was another world out there, one he could walk to anytime he wanted. Neil Gaiman
Basil Bunting quote: "The mason stirs. Words! Pens are too light. Take a chisel to..."
The mason stirs. Words! Pens are too light. Take a chisel to write. Basil Bunting
And what is the state but a servant and a convenience for a large number of people, just like the electric light and the plumbing system? And wouldn't it be preposterous to claim that men must exist for their plumbing, not the plumbing for the men? Ayn Rand
They buried him, but all through the night of mourning, in the lighted windows, his books arranged three by three kept watch like angels with outspread wings and seemed for him who was no more; the symbol of his resurrection Marcel Proust
O light! This the cry of all the characters of ancient drama brought face to face with their fate. This last resort was ours, too, and I knew it now. In the middle of winter I at last discovered that there was in me an invincible summer. Albert Camus
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder through the splashing mirk; and then Hear the gruff muttering voices of the men Crouching in cabins candle-chinked with light. Hark! There's the big bombardment on our right Rumbling and bumping; and the dark's a glare Of flickering horror in the sectors where We raid the Boche; men waiting, stiff and chilled, Or crawling on their bellies through the wire. "What? Stretcher-bearers... Siegfried Sassoon

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