bullies the light out of the room.

I don’t like driving in the city. I don’t like traffic. I hate traffic lights.

I hooked up my accelerator pedal in my car to my brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I’m gone.

Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.

Other than obvious errors like forgetting a line, often I can’t see any difference between take one and take 20.

People never leave a sinking ship until they see the lights of another ship approaching.

Unless we form the habit of going to the Bible in bright moments as well as in trouble, we cannot fully respond to its consolations because we lack equilibrium between light and darkness.

The darkest night that ever fell upon the earth never hid the light, never put out the stars. It only made the stars more keenly, kindly glancing, as if in protest against the darkness.

The fight is won or lost far away from the witnesses, behind the lines, in the gym and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.