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Quotes About Pale

there was no gleam, no shadow, for the heavens, too, were one still, pale cloud; no sound or motion in anything but the dark river that flowed and moaned like an unresting sorrow.
~ George Eliot
She controlled herself by the help of an inward defiance, and without other sign of emotion than this lip-paleness turned to her play. But Deronda's gaze seemed to have acted as an evil eye. Her stake was gone.
~ George Eliot
while the expression on her pale face and in her burning eyes was what would have suited a woman enduring a wrong which she might not resent, but would probably revenge.
~ George Eliot
In pale moonlight the wisteria's scent comes from far away
~ Sam Hamill
A contraction that stops the world again, this pale blue dot. What do you want to search for? My mom. I hold still. The record continues to spin. And Ruth. Where's Ruth? I look beyond the white ceiling wondering what did I hope for here at the end? Did I want the mystery solved? Or did I just want to know that the mystery has no end? And where, where, where is Ruth?
~ Samantha Hunt
Resurrection, he thought, comes not by plan or effort, and should the past ever come alive, it will be a great surprise, in which images and ritual memory will pale.
~ Mark Helprin
How unhappy are they who have a gift that's left to germinate in darkness. The pale plant will sink invisible roots and live whitely off their blood.
~ Ann-Marie MacDonald
It was not a pretty sight, all these pale, gangly, pimpled youths, in a frenzy of hunger and sexual frustration, shredding bread.
~ Anthony Bourdain
She's also got a suntan, which must mean she's just come back from Mauritius or somewhere, and suddenly I feel a bit pale and weedy in comparison.
~ Sophie Kinsella
Death… on his pale horse.
~ John Milton
chacun souhaitait le voir, et ceux qui, habitués par le passé aux émotions violentes, ne ressentaient que le poids de l'ennui, se réjouissaient d'avoir en leur présence un objet capable de retenir leur attention. Rien ne venait jamais échauffer son visage d'une pâleur mortelle, pourtant doté d'une forme régulière et de beaux traits, ni le rouge de la modestie ou le feu plus intense de la passion […].
~ John Polidori
Against a wall a faded blonde woman—an exiled angel, the hints of beauty still lingering on her palewhite face—sits with blackoutlined eyes burning into the bar.
~ John Rechy
Why so pale and wan, fond lover?Prithee, why so pale?Will, when looking well can't move her,Looking ill prevail?
~ John Suckling
Her life was like a pale shadow of life, given form by innumerable layers of anguish.
~ Banana Yoshimoto
The Joker Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight
~ Batman
A flush of anger crimsoned the old lady's pale face. It looked dead no longer. Hold your tongue, she said. You are rude. And Miss Gladwyn did hold her tongue, but nothing else, for she was laughing all over.
~ George MacDonald
The cheeks of the sailors grew pale at the sight—and their eyes glistened with the gleam of the light—and the smoke in thick wreaths mounted higher and higher—Oh God it is fearful to perish by fire! Kunhardt
~ George Saunders
Her lips pale, her face red from the cold, Dorothea said nothing. She ate a kind of cake she was fond of. She was still beautiful; nevertheless her face kept dissolving in that light, dissolving in the grey of the sky.
~ Georges Bataille
The pale water which goes away along paths of silence.
~ Georges Rodenbach
There was a time-a lonely, lonely time-when salads were a pale and limp affair, relegated to the side of your plate, practically weeping. I think those dark days were also known as the '80s. -p.11
~ Isa Chandra Moskowitz
We despise all reverences and all objects of reverence which are outside the pale of our list of sacred things. And yet, with strange inconsistency, we are shocked when other people despise and defile the things which are holy to us.
~ Mark Twain
She often wished she was pale enough to disappear altogether.
~ Markus Zusak
Mama's eyes were like pale blue cutouts, pasted to her face.
~ Markus Zusak
Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk. (Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)
~ Marlowe Christopher