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No matter how long the room has been dark, an hour or a million years, the moment the lamp of awareness is lit the entire room becomes luminous. You are that luminosity. You are that clear light.
Believe you me, Lope-hey, has anyone ever called you 'Lope' before?
Every single laundromat, grocery store, everything is called 'Lupita' in Mexico.
An everlasting lodestar, that beams the brighter in the heavens the darker here on earth grows the night.
A flash of lightning
I wish I got invited to more luaus. I really do!
He had hoped to spot the flickering shadow of a murderer as he turned the file's pages, but instead it was the ghost of Lula herself who emerged, gazing up at him, as victims of violent crimes sometimes did, through the detritus of their interrupted lives.
You are your So(u)lution.
Love life, love light.
From the very beginning, I had an ambition for 'The Luminaries': a direction - but not a real idea.
For the first time in the history of photography, we can study the real-time production of snapshot making - globally! (On Flickr and other photosharing websites)
I'm interested in contemporary vision - the flicker of chrome, reflections, rapid associations, quick flashes of light. Bing! Bang!
Rise, Luthiel, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you!
I try to live in the luminosity of things.
Nuzleaf Grass/Dark
One of my assistants was on Instagram and showed me how it was working. I thought it was playful, the way you go through images, a little like cinema. It's a bit like a filmstrip that's animated by your finger.
Wubba lubba dub dub!
Fort somehow turned the symbol of nerdiness into a visual aphrodisiac - Spanish fly in the form of solid black frames.
What light through yonder window breaks?
There is such a thing as the impression of luminosity.
Lisp has all the visual appeal of oatmeal with fingernail clippings mixed in.
Lawrence Kelter is an exciting new novelist, who reminds me of an early Robert Ludlum.
Zippy is living in the moment.
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
If we want every car on the road to be a Lyft, we need to make it incredibly convenient for drivers.
Instantaneity is photography.
The snow light flared on brightness. Blue: intense as a midsummer sky, obtained from grinding precious lapis lazuli carried by camel caravan all the way from the mountains of Afghanistan.
The light of life!
The wheels hummed lullabies on the liquorice road ...
Pft . . . pft . . . , the heart pattered.
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
The essence of the ludicrous consists in surprise,
in unexpected terms of feeling and explosions of thought,
often bringing dissimilar things together with a shock; as when some wit called Boyle, the celebrated philosopher, the father of chemistry and brother of the Earl of Cork.
I love you, lirsha
In Norway, we have a community of people who prefer to use a version of Norwegian that looks very much like lutefisk: Dug up remains from the garbage heap of history and dressed up to look like a tradition.
I'm not a designer, I'm a sifter. I can sift everything, all the time. My sift level lines keep shaking all the time for everything that is around.
A little Toffee Crunch,
A 'lewk' is like, 'I'm wearing a lewk today,' it's something that everybody will notice. It's like you're out of the pages of a magazine, that's a lewk.
Distringit librorum multitudo
(the abundance of books is distraction)
A vision is distant voyage.
When you are accompanied by the instrument - on an instrument like the lute-the lute and voice - you have this sound, and you feel how the music can be so touching and yet so simple.
The way one's mind can dash about just while one opens a window.
Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.
The lamp of light.
Light of life.
Light is love.
Love is life.
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
Stardust to stardust
Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only,' finished Lupin.
I'm in love, truly, madly, deeply in love with perception.
The Loon Charm
To A Life Filled with A Love Whose Voice Always Calls You Home
I am the complete and utter definition of a Luddite.
What is this world's delight,
Lightening that mocks the night,
Brief as even as bright
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
Yet I understood the poetry of such mind games one day when, attempting to ask for my glasses (lunettes), I was asked what I wanted to do with the moon (lune).
The smylere with the knyf under the cloke.
Luria's Mind of a Mnemonist.
In my work, I construct texts and images. Between those two points the blur occurs. Each is altered by the other again and again, back and forth.
Light of lights!
Then they saw a silvery-white orb hanging in the air in front of Lupin,
Focus like a laser, not a flashlight
Crap on a stick.
I see, eye see, what my heart feels, soul knows.
In flowing sound and glowing scenes, I touch the living dream.
Photography's vaunted capture of a moment in time is the seizure and freezing of presence. It is the image of simultaneity, of the way that everything within a given space at a given moment is present to everything else; it is a declaration of the seamless integrity of the real.
Clair de Lune," a song that makes her think of leaves fluttering, and of the hard ribbons of sand beneath her feet at low tide. The music slinks and rises and settles back to earth,
Love - the best cosmetics.
The streetlight forge speech bubbles of illumination in the air. A faint glow from the moon casts eerie shadows behind the dark clouds.
Dust Glitter Rain
Lure me to the depths of passion
A Ford motorcar is a magical thing in the night with the spraying lamps against the pitch road and the smell of metal and perfume under the clothy roof.
When I saw how real virtual reality can be, and that we can replace human vision with virtual vision, this can be the ultimate platform.
The ultimate role of photography as a contemporary language of visual communication consists of its capacity to slow down our fast and chaotic way of reading images.
Painted mafritty fritters frittering fitty fitty scented candelabra abra cadaver. Candle blah blah.
Touch magic. Pass it on.
I guess I'm a Luddite.
A powerful hand lens [Eschenback Leutchlupe] with a focused beam of light opens up an entire world below the threshold of the ordinary experience of seeing.
Don't forget to smile. DFTS
I am love and light in action.
May you see drops like stars.
Fo lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! For when a flye offendeth him or byteth, He with his tayl awey the flye smyteth Al esily, for, of his genterye, Him deyneth net to wreke him on a flye, As cloth a curre or elles another beste.
It's called Seflish, which is fitting
My head is full of shifting patterns and polyrhythmic stuff; but I want to use all acoustic instruments and create this kind of tapestry of interlocking lulling parts.
Light: the greatest painter and photographer of all. At every single moment of our lives we see different images, different pictures.
'River of Light,' to a dense but powerful score commissioned from Charles Wuorinen and with ravishing lighting by Mark Stanley, has depth and resonance.
I couldn't shake Zander's beady red eyes or the noise of his pounding wings behind us. His hot breath and foul stench reached for us, but couldn't catch us as we soared above liquid green fields in the Realm Beyond.
rolling eye balls
A quibble is to Shakespeare what luminous vapours are to the traveller: he follows it at all adventures; it is sure to lead him out of his way and sure to engulf him in the mire.
Mr Lysander Rief looks like someone who is far more at ease occupying the cold security of the dark; a man happier with the dubious comfort of the shadows.
Light and evanescent but held together by bolts of iron
High Magic's Aid)
Halle-fucking-lujah!-- J.r. Ward
The Ludolphian number is fixed in eternity - not a digit out of place, all characters in their proper order, an endless sentence written to the end of the world by the division of the circle's diameter into its circumference.
A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.
Wit,
the pupil of the soul's clear eye.
Step into the marketplace with some sizzle, spice, spunk and shazam!
Lisp has jokingly been called "the most intelligent way to misuse a computer". I think that description is a great compliment because it transmits the full flavor of liberation: it has assisted a number of our most gifted fellow humans in thinking previously impossible thoughts.
I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
Launch your vessel, And crowd your canvas, And, ere it vanishes Over the margin, After it, follow it, FollowThe Gleam.
The Air Loom, for all its florid craziness, can be seen to have a function and a rationale: as a miraculous, if temporary, fix for a breaking mind, a coping strategy for a life that had become too brutally contradictory to sustain otherwise.
Nico: "Prodigium effodio" -- what does that mean again?
Vision: Excavating monster. It's Latin.
Nico: Damn, how much time did you spend in the library?
Vision: I am a library.
It's called 'Night Moves,' and it's my favorite 'Doc Ford' of all times. It's way too complicated, but it worked.
My first thought is always of light.