#lamp

Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come. ↗

— Rabindranath Tagore

#come #dawn #death #lamp #light

Hope is patience with the lamp lit. ↗

— Tertullian

#hope #lamp #lit

I want to leave all my friends and the sunlight for a small, rainy town. ↗

— The Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #paranormal-romance #twilight-parody #urban-fantasy #urban-fantasy

After getting dressed, I looked in the mirror. Staring back was a sallowcheeked girl with long, dark hair, pale skin and dark eyes. Just kidding! That would be so scary. Staring back was me. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#harvard-lampoon #nightlight #parody #twilight #funny

Just at present you only see the tree by the light of the lamp. I wonder when you would ever see the lamp by the light of the tree. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#gabriel-syme #lamp #order #tree #funny

He was muscular, like a man who could pin you up against the wall as easily as a poster, yet lean, like a man who would rather cradle you in his arms. He had reddish, blonde-brown hair that was groomed heterosexually. He looked older than the other boys in the room—maybe not as old as God or my father, but certainly a viable replacement. Imagine if you took every woman’s idea of a hot guy and averaged it out into one man. This was that man. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #imagination

Did you notice anything funny about Edwart in class? I think I love him,” I said nonchalantly. “Well, he did look kind of angry when you fell and disconnected his computer charger.” So it wasn’t all in my mind; others had noticed Edwart’s awareness of me. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #funny

No,” said the figure. “You seriously don’t recognize me?” I looked at him closely: the pale face, the cape, the red eyes, the ridiculously large fangs. I couldn’t place him. “Um, do I know you from work?” I strained to remember if he was one of my co-workers. I strained to remember if I had a job. “Goodness gravy, Belle—I sit next to you everyday in English!” “I’m sorry—every face at school kind of blends into one conglomerate dull face except for the face of Edwart Mullen, the love of my life. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #life

Excuse me,” he said, hoping I would fall in love with him or something. “Your bag is in my way.” I knew it. He was totally the “your-bag-is-in-my-way” type. ↗

— Harvard Lampoon

#nightlight #parody #twilight #love

When does the dust of life seems to be a golden haze? When the whole gloomy day is manipulated by the ray of light through a lamp, ignited by a person with a surprise of love beneath an act of compassion. ↗

— Manish Kathuria

#gloom #inspiration #lamp #light #inspirational