One Headlight Quotes & Sayings

If your headlight is broken, stop travelling in the darkness! Either you travel with the light or sit tight wherever you are! — Mehmet Murat Ildan

Instead of going home, I drove to the library. To hell with human beings. I'd always felt safer with stories than with flesh and blood. — Alice Hoffman

As if hypnotized, he felt his gaze rise again to the old highway which swept by with winds that smelled a billion years ago. Great bursts of headlight arrived, then cut away in departures of red taillight, like schools of small bright fish darting in the wake of sharks and blind-traveling whales. The lights sank away and were lost in the black hills. Charlie — Ray Bradbury

If ka is a train - and it is, a vast, hurtling mono, maybe sane, maybe not - then this nasty little lycanthrope is its most vulnerable hostage, not tied to the tracks like little Nell but strapped to the thing's very headlight. — Stephen King

He put the x-ray up on the light screen: The tumor was a large white circle in the middle of the picture. It looked like a headlight coming straight at me, full-speed ahead. — Mike Lingenfelter

Her blue eyes glowed headlight red into my leafy greens. Those eyes were freaky. — Jazz Feylynn

Why is the church always a taillight rather than a headlight? — Martin Luther King Jr.

But it was cold and the headlight trailing off into the night was like the flickering beam of a film projector. The movie was dark, looped footage of a never-ending road. — Gregor Xane

There is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief. — Caitlin Thomas

Singing with children in the schools has been the most rewarding experience of my life. — Pete Seeger

Every so often you have to increase your profile so you can let it lower again, like a balloon. — Robyn Hitchcock

In a group of intelligent men expect only one to be wise. — Matshona Dhliwayo

Let us be happy people. The Lord's plan is a plan of happiness. The way will be lighter, the worries will be fewer, the confrontations will be less difficult if we cultivate a spirit of happiness. — Gordon B. Hinckley

I haven't changed, but I know I ain't the same. — Jakob Dylan

In these circumstances people in poor families who can't pay their way are surrounded by an atmosphere of barely disguised acrimony; they stop being father, mother, sister or brother and become a purely negative factor in the struggle for life and, by extension, a source of bitterness for the healthy members of the community who resent their illness as if it were a personal insult to those who have to support them. — Ernesto Che Guevara

I don't believe that there are no spiritual beings around us. I don't know what to call them, I don't know how they work. But I know they're there. — Martha Beck

80% of man's happiness is based on love - love for others, love for self, love for family, love for friends, love for work, love for nature, and love for being loved. — Ogwo David Emenike

The lightning-bug is brilliant, but he hasn't any mind;
He stumbles through existence with his headlight on behind. — Eugene Fitch Ware

And there is the headlight, shining far down the track, glinting off the steel rails that, like all parallel lines, will meet in infinity, which is after all where this train is going. — Bruce Catton

I'm absolutely terrified that people can get into cars. It's like the car is a face, and the headlight is eyes, and when you open the car door it's like you're climbing into the ears. (I cannot) be inside a giant rolling robot head. — Thom Yorke

Skeins of mist like translucent silk, bending and unbending in the headlight tunnels ... — John Geddes

The car drives through, stops while the man closes and fastens the prickly gate behind it. The bell shuts off; the stillness is deafening by contrast. The car goes on until the outline of a house suddenly uptilts the searching headlight-beams, log-built, sprawling, resembling a hunting-lodge. But there's no friendliness to it. There is something ominous and forbidding about its look, so dark, so forgotten, so secretive-looking. The kind of a house that has a maw to swallow with - a one-way house, that you feel will never disgorge any living thing that enters it. Leprous in the moonlight festering on its roof. And the two round sworls of light played by the heads of the car against its side, intersecting, form a pear-shaped oval that resembles a gleaming skull. ("Jane Brown's Body") — Cornell Woolrich

You look nice," he said, as a headlight splashed across the interior.
"Give yourself a pat on the back; you bought it. I really wish you didn't keep filling my closet. I'm never going to be able to pay you back."
"I would not take payment for something that is my duty."
That's what I liked about Justus; he would never admit that he enjoyed shopping for me. At first, I thought I wasn't up to snuff and he was trying to change me. As it turns out, it was the only way he knew how to express his affection. Wearing one of his dresses was the equivalent of a hug — Dannika Dark

The force of your gaze has a weight. Even sunlight resting on the ground weighs something. Your attention presses against its object, your eye projects it like a headlight.
There's a flip side to it. Learn to go down inside yourself, dim the force of your presence. People's eyes will skate right over you.
They'll see you; they just won'tnotice you.
This works even if they're looking for you. — Carla Speed McNeil

When I die, now don't think that I'm a nut, don't want no fancy funeral, just one like old King Tut. — Steve Martin

The odds are six to five that the light in the end of the tunnel is the headlight of an oncoming train. — Paul Dickson

Nevertheless, Chinese drivers haven't grasped the subtleties of headlight use. Most people keep their lights off until it's pitch-dark, and then they flip on the brights. Almost nobody uses headlights in rain, fog, snow, or twilight conditions - in fact, this is one of the few acts guaranteed to annoy a Chinese driver. They don't mind if you tailgate, or pass on the right, or drive on the the sidewalk. You can back down a highway entrance ramp without anybody batting an eyelash. But if you switch on your lights during a rainstorm, approaching drivers will invariably flash their brights in annoyance. — Peter Hessler

I'm so convinced that hiking helps my writing that I recently decided to offer a series of hiking-writing workshops to see if others had the same experience. — Kate Klise

There was a fierce jam on the road to Gurgaon. Every five minutes the traffic would tremble - we'd move a foot - hope would rise - then the red lights would flash on the cars ahead of me, and we'd be stuck again. Eveyone honked. Every now and then, the various horns, each with its own pitch, blended into one continuous wail that sounded like a calf taken from its mother. Fumes filled the air. Wisps of blue exhaust glowed in front of every headlight; the exhaust grew so fat and thick it could not rise or escape, but spread horizontally, sluggish and glossy, making a kind of fog around us. Matches were continually being struck - the drivers of autorickshaws lit cigarettes, adding tobacco pollution to petrol pollution. — Aravind Adiga

Very sorry to disappoint you, guys. It was not for my girlfriend but for Sachin Tendulkar. — Yuvraj Singh

He awoke on the desert gliding at seventyfive, to see a single great headlight topping a rise not far off and bearing toward him. Vaguely he remembered being under the eye of the law most of the night, pursued by cops in white cars like their uniforms, so he slowed her to an unreasonable speed and crept on with two restless wheels in the sand. Ahead of him the light veered off to the right, out of disappointment or what, and it appeared to rise quickly into the air. He soon saw why: it was the moon being chased by the sun. — Douglas Woolf