Quotes About Shimmering

The hot blue-glass eyes of the mannequins watched as the ladies drifted down the empty river bottom street, their images shimmering in the windows like blossoms seen under darkly moving waters.

Moonlit reflections trembled in the glass like schools of disturbed silver minnows.

But what captured him was a light in the river folding open and open blood, heart and stones shimmering like the Milky Way.

Every day is a reenactment of the creation story. We emerge from dense unspeakable material, through the shimmering power of dreaming stuff. This is the first world, and the last.

Era luna... o frantur? de lumin? sp?l?cit?, ca aripile unei furnici. Cand ochii se obiÅŸnuir? cu ea, întreaga cupol? a bilei de nisip se pref?cu într-un lichid str?lucitor, care avea Å£es?tura frunziÅŸului proasp?t.

There was a strangeness in the shimmering air, a sense of imminence that made Ursula's chest feel full, as if her heart was growing. It was a kind of high holiness—she could think of no other way of describing it. Perhaps it was the future, she thought, coming nearer all the time.

Does not heed to the darkWith its shimmering light, Moon quietly bathes the ocean

In the shimmering ignorance of illiteracy of compassion and faith the stoic desire of loving without temporal gains rules the hearts and minds in deeds and care

Folklore is the perfect second skin. From under its hide, we can see all the shimmering, shadowy uncertainties of the world.

And there, shimmering in the Mist right next to us, was the last person I wanted to see: Mr. D, wearing his leopard-skin jogging suit and rummaging through the refrigerator. He looked up lazily. Do you mind? Where's Chiron! I shouted. How rude. Mr. D took a swig from a jug of grape juice. Is that how you say hello? Hello, I amended. We're about to die! Where's Chiron?

I have written, too, words that I have borrowed from a source I can no longer remember: "The universe is like a single, superluminal tapestry of shimmering jewels, the light of each jewel reflected in that of every other.

Dance through life flinging kindness like shimmering rainbows. Find your bliss by sharing your heart.

Their faces are like sunlight on water, a thousand tumbling jacks of white and silver.

Haruie guardava gli astri spuntare a uno a uno e, perso nell'incanto della contemplazione dimenticò la tristezza, dimenticò di essere un fuggitivo. Le stelle dopo un po' cominciarono a luccicare debolmente dentro di lui e ricamarono nel suo cuore un tessuto scintillante.

I feel this pang inside – Is it my soul trying to break out, Or the world's soul trying to break in? My mind trembles with the shimmering leaves. My heart sings with the touch of sunlight. My life is glad to be floating with all things Into the blue of space and the dark of time.

Nothing is nicer than diving with your eyes open. Diving down as far as the shimmering legs of your mother and father who have just come back from swimming and now are wading to shore through the shallow water. Nothing more fun than to tickle them and to hear, muffled by the water, how they shriek because they know it will make their child happy.

The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.

They were like a million glistening grains of sugar on a black velvet cloth, and the waning moon shone like a Saracen's blade.

The shimmering blue water seemed to be scattered with shards of crystals and diamonds.

She's that magic, shimmering age—he guesses 27—when a woman has one foot in youth and one in adulthood.

A lot of fish that live in the sea, they are your normal, nice, pretty, silvery, shiny fish.

It was an architecture of relationships, of connections that I yearned to understand. I wanted to see the shimmering threads that hold it all together.

The night was shining with stars. They were at the top of the Montee de Villedjuif, on the plateau from which Paris is a dark sea shimmering with millions of lights like phosphorescent waves; and waves they are, more thunderous, more passionate, more shifting, more furious and more greedy than those of the stormy ocean, waves which never experience the tranquility of a vast sea, but constantly pound together, ever foaming and engulfing everything!

The silver trout were so numerous that if every one had turned into a star, the river would have been shining with light; a man out on a skiff would then be able to find his way past Hamilton, all the way into Boston, guided by a shimmering band of water.