I see myself as a flashlight in the dark. I'm not trying to be overlooked anymore.— Lloyd Banks
Most Powerful Flashlights quotations
I had my electricity turned off three times because I never had time to pay my bills. It was a joke. I'm making a ton of money, and I'm walking around my apartment with flashlights.
Focus like a laser, not a flashlight
I loved ghost stories, creaky staircases, stormy nights.
If it guaranteed nightmares I read it by flashlight, after midnight.
If you’re handing out flashlights in the dark, start handing out stars.
Gratitude is like a flashlight. It lights up what is already there. You don't necessarily have anything more or different, but suddenly you can actually see what it is. And because you can see, you no longer take it for granted.
Everywhere in a day there is light. Look around. Everywhere. Look at your smart phone. It has a flashlight, an LED flashlight. These are potential sources for high-speed data transmission.
Looking for enlightenment is like looking for a flashlight when all you need the flashlight for is to find the flashlight.
When I write songs, I try to write in a way to reach as many people as I can, to be a lighthouse versus a flashlight.
Gratitude is like a flashlight. If you go out in your yard at night and turn on a flashlight, you suddenly can see what's there. It was always there, but you couldn't see it in the dark.
a full moon is a flashlight so everyone can see your drama!
By constantly moving the flashlight of your attention to the perimeter of your understanding, you enlarge your sense of the world.
You might be a redneck if going to the bathroom involves shoes and a flashlight.
Ever hold your hand over a torch (sorry, a flashlight for you Americans).
Some bands blow it before they even play.
The most important moment of any show is when a band walks out with the red amp lights glowing, the flashlight that shows each performer the way to his spot on the stage. It's crucial not to blow it. It sets the tempo of the show; it affects everyone's perception of the band.
Carry with you maps and string, flashlights, friends who make you sing, and stars to help you find your place, music, hope, and amazing grace.
I want painting to be my flashlight.
She wants to know if I love her, that's all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
Arguments about God are like pointing a flashlight toward the sky to see if the sun is shining.
Reflectors need to be placed on trees every 50 feet so people can hike at night with flashlights.
Learn to think for yourself, unless of course you can identify someone else with better judgement, and a flashlight.
If my life were a corny horror movie, and the heroine was lost and alone, trapped in an underwater cave, what would happen next? If you guessed, “She drops her flashlight, and it hits a rock and breaks, leaving her in utter darkness,” you would be right. But I bet you didn’t guess the part about an attack by a giant octopus.
I don't know how I could have been more explicit.
I gave them a roadmap and a flashlight, but they didn't go where I told them to go, they didn't look where I told them to look, they didn't tell the people I told them to call.
Her searches after knowledge were arbitrary and without context.
It was as if she were shining a small flashlight of curiosity into the dark room of the world.
Four billion people on this earth, but my imagination is still the same.
It's bad with large numbers. It's still taken by particularity. It flits in the dark like a flashlight, illuminating only random faces while all the rest go blindly by, never coming to mind and never really missed. . . . I can't tell you how much I pass over in silence.
An epigram is a flashlight of a truth; a witticism, truth laughing at itself.
Without a human voice to read them aloud, or a pair of wide eyes following them by flashlight beneath a blanket, they had no real existence in our world. They were like seeds in the beak of a bird, waiting to fall to earth, or the notes of a song laid out on a sheet, yearning for an instrument to bring their music into being.
It was the 1950s, you know, and they had a ray gun, which was basically a flashlight with a sort of trigger on it. And it buzzed and a red light, you know, came on. But anyway we all had one - Davy Crockett hat.
I often think I am a better person because I lived for many years of my life with a flashlight. I have developed skills I did not think were possible - bathing with a cup of water by candlelight, for instance, and writing a story with a headlamp on.
The culture cannot evolve faster than the language.
The language is the flashlight that shows the path.
Well finish your story anyway. Where was I? The bubonic plague. The bulldozer was stalled by corpses. Oh, yes. Anyway, one sleepless night I stayed up with Father while he worked. It was all we could do to find a live patient to treat. In bed after bed after bed we found dead people. And Father started giggling, Castle continued. He couldn't stop. He walked out into the night with his flashlight. He was still giggling. He was making the flashlight beam dance over all the dead people stacked outside. He put his hand on my head and do you know what that marvelous man said to me? asked Castle. Nope. 'Son,' my father said to me, 'someday this will all be yours.
Martin [Campbell] is very energetic and precise.
He'll on the set like four hours early with a flashlight and I thought, well, I'll certainly try to be very neat about my script like Martin, which I wasn't, but I'm not going to do that bit with the 4AM and the flashlight. I'd love to be able to say I was nervous, but I wasn't. The only time I ever had anxiety it turned out to be asthma.
I had very low self-esteem. Books saved me. I found friends in stories like The Chronicles of Narnia and A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. During lunch hour at school I'd avoid social interactions by sitting on the bathroom sink and reading. My mother worked in my school cafeteria. When my anxiety got really bad, I'd put a coat on, grab my book and a flashlight, and hide in the freezer with the mac and cheese.
Comparing Jesus with history's greatest of human leaders is like comparing the sun to a flashlight with no batteries.
Touching hands are not like pharmaceuticals or scalpels.
They are like flashlights in a darkened room. The medicine they administer is self-awareness. And for many of our painful conditions, this is the aid that is most urgently needed.