Tad Williams Quotes

It is not night when I do see your face.

Twilight - a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

Life was given to me as a favor, so I may abandon it when it is one no longer.

In the full light of day, I don't want to think about the sunset.

Sunsets are great. Sunrises are a mixed bag. You either got up way too early or went to bed way too late.

I have not much love for the bright lights - unless it's the sun creeping up over the horizon.

Life is given to us, we earn it by giving it.

The sky takes on shades of orange during sunrise and sunset, the colour that gives you hope that the sun will set only to rise again.

Tomorrow comes after the dark

It was the Magic Hour, the moment in time when every leaf and blade of grass seemed to separate, when sunlight, burnished by the rain and softened by the coming night, gave the world an impossibly beautiful glow.

This life is filled with threats and danger, David. We face those that we have to face, and there will be times when we must make the choice to act for the greater good, even at risk to ourselves, but we do not lay down our lives needlessly. Each of us has only one life to live, and one life to give. There is no glory in throwing it away where there is no hope.

God did not give me my life to throw it away.

Life is short, and therefore, one thing being certain, death, let us take up a great ideal, and give up the whole life to it. For what is the value of life, this vegetating little low life of man? Subordinating it to one high ideal is the only value that life has.

The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room.

Dawn comes slowly but dusk is rapid.

Sitting in the morning sun, I'll be sitting when the evening comes

...[A]nything worth dying for ... is certainly worth living for.

So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon like an egg, spilling out light?

The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.

I used to think about giving my life up for things, but I didn't understand what 'giving your life' really was until it was right there, about to be taken from me