Quotes About Lustre

out vile jelly! where is thy lustre now

Friendship throws a greater lustre on prosperity, while it lightens adversity by sharing in its griefs and troubles.

They have been witnessing miracles at Thetford for three hundred years, ever since they turned up a cache of relics, neatly labelled, that included rocks from Mount Calvary, part of Our Lady's sepulchre, and fragments of the manger in which the child Jesus was laid. Now comes the greatest miracle of all, Thomas Cromwell, the Putney boy: who holds that the passage of time does not add lustre to fakes, and that there is no need to reverence a lie because of its antiquity.

Beauty hath no lustre save when it gleameth through the crystal web that purity's fine fingers weave for it.

No one hath seen beauty in its highest lustre who hath never seen it in distress.

I know quite well why I became a historian.... It was because dissension was frowned upon when I was a child: 'Don't argue, Claudia,' 'Claudia, you must not answer back like that.' Argument, of course, is the whole point of history. Disagreement; my word against yours; this evidence against that. If there were such a thing as absolute truth the debate would lose its lustre. I, for one, would no longer be interested.

Walter was a powerful lord in Burgundy, who, in his earliest youth, had been smitten with the charms of the fair Brunhilda, a beauty far surpassing in loveliness all her rivals; for her tresses, dark as the raven face of night, streaming over her shoulders, set off to the utmost advantage the beaming lustre of her slender form, and the rich dye of a cheek whose tint was deep and brilliant as that of the western heaven:

The moonlight shone with exceeding lustre through the tall casements and lit into a ghastly semblance of life the marble images of saint and martyr, that threw their long shadows over the consecrated floor.

Yet this little creature, of so mean an origin that she could not write her name, shone with an amiable lustre amid the corruptions and profanities of a Court, the scandal of her position and the enervation of luxury and pleasure — and this lustre she added to her generosity, her kindness and her womanly tenderness.

The lustre, like the sheen of rum honey or parsnips cooked in butter made her want to put it in her mouth, she put it down reluctantly.