Perhaps the purest substance of human light is concentrated in art itself. Abstract the essence of every book.

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Perhaps the purest substance of human light is concentrated in art itself. Abstract the essence of every book.
The depths of first love seemed a light in the dark, for this feeling was wild and restless.
I would like to dance close to him for a long time in the light.
Go be a light in the world, with a certain right sort of heart.
I eagerly sought a most violent storm, the thunder burst from the heavens. With curiosity I stood, the dazzling light entirely reduced to the laws of electricity.
Do not look to people to bring happiness. Only your heart can be your guiding light, an intuition for growth.
We drift in eternal space. A slow progression, a ghostly limbo. Light and darkness over water.
She passed by pockets of wild flowers and the air grew fragrant with growing things. She decided to delight in all the light.
I can see light peek from beneath my soul. Look here. I'm trying to say I made the decision to stay.
Nature did remove my grief, and tranquilized my mind. The woods and clouds bade me peace. I resolve to remember the effect, the sublime ecstasy to the soul, the light and joy of nature.