Quotes About Pale

I hate the beach. I hate the sun. I'm pale and I'm redheaded. I don't tan–I stroke.

Lord Jesus, I do love You and most earnestly worship You. Help me today, please, to be even the palest reflection of that completeness that was and is Yours. Then I, like a tiny sliver of glass that glitters in the sunshine, will reflect back to the world Your godly brightness. Amen. —JEANIE GUSHEE

And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.

Wow. So what was the vampire like?" "Pale. Big. Toothy," the trooper answered.

Il était étendu comme crucifié. Il ne bougeait plus, mais il avait les yeux ouverts et, le regard de ces yeux, je ne l'oublierai jamais plus, même si je dure autant que Mathusalem. Sous sa barbe, il était pâle comme la mort. La flamme au poing, je le regardai : il était sur sa croix !

a girl as pale as the moon's reflection in a rain barrel.

Surely the colour of London was an exquisite thing. It was like a pearl that late afternoon, something very gentle and pale, with faint blue shadows. And as for its smell, she doubted, indeed, whether heaven itself could smell better, certainly not so interesting. And anyhow, she said to herself, lifting her head a moment in appreciation, it can't possibly smell more alive .

Thou hast conquered, O pale Galilean; the world has grown grey from thy breath;/ We have drunken of things Lethean, and fed on the fullness of death

YOU MUST NEVER SLEEP UNDER A MAGNOLIA when the tree begins to flower like a glimpse of Flesh when the flower begins to smell as if its roots have reached the layer of Thirst upon the unsealed jar of Joy Alice, you should never sleep under so much pure pale so many shriek-mouthed blooms as if Patience had run out of Patience

nothing yet has a shadow every- thing is here but pale

A lot of geeks are pale, bespectacled, wear dark clothing and don't get out much - the stereotype exists because it is very often true. I could pass for a non-geek but it would be inaccurate.

I have olive skin, so if I get pale, I look green. I have to tan.

I've never once in my life had a tan - I'm basically a ghost!

Aesthetically, I don't really like the blond, tan thing. I am pale. So I may as well embrace the pale. Long, blond hair and a bad spray tan is the stuff of my nightmares.

morning light through his windshield was pale and tired; the city had the desultory, cluttered look of a living room after a drunken party; Martin

She tumbles into a corner of the terrace and cowers there, whimpering, pale and terrified, as the caretaker's son, breathing heavily, back stooped and buttocks tensed, circles her, prepared to spring.

You look pale," Soraya repeated, placing the stack of papers on the table.

You're as white as a nun's buttock. Are you all right?

Mrs. Ivanov's gentle face was pale and bewildered, her wrinkles falling in on themselves as though they'd given up trying to hold on to any expression other than sorrow.

Down in the cellar, under a stair Covered with cobwebs Nobody cares Withered and pale forgotten it seems That's where i hide them, Yesterday's dreams. Shake out the memories, blow off the dust Smooth out the wrinkles Rub off the rust Remember the times they sparkled so bright Far out of sight Down in the cellar, under a stair Covered with cobwebs Nobody cares Withered and pale, forgotten it seems That's where I hide them, Yesterday's dreams.

Her face was fragile and mischievous, pale enough to absorb hues from the world around her-purple, green, pink-like a face painted by Lucian Freud.

Her skin was as pale as milk. She must live on vanilla ice cream, Dinah thought; rounds of Camembert, crème anglaise.

The people who are stuck between here and there, waiting. It reminds me of winter, how everything is all pale and cold and full of nothing, and all you can do is wait for spring.

In the water, dark and deep where she waits, fast asleep All alone, pale and cold, don't wake her up, or she'll catch hold Her soothing voice, so soft and low is the last thing you'll ever know Four simple words whispered in your ear, a gentle wind only you can hear: Come swimming with me