Quotes About Spires

By the bones!" said Shay. "He has all seven!" "All seven what?" "The Potter biographies! The College of Spires only had five of the volumes... four now, since I stole one." "What's so special about these books?" She picked up one of the fat tomes and flipped it open. "Potter was a member of a race of wizards who lived in the last days of the human age," said Shay. Jandra frowned as she flipped through the pages. "Are you certain this isn't fiction?" She asked.

In the glamour of one Gaudy night, one could realize that one was a citizen of no mean city. It might be an old and an old-fashioned city, with inconvenient buildings and narrow streets where the passersby squabbled foolishly about the right of way; but her foundations were set upon the holy hills and her spires touched heaven.

These spires above my house are doves, lifted by grace above the earth's eruption.

Lavender, at one snuff party, said she dreamed of growing flowers that soared to the sky, titan delphiniums, for if her mother was "up there," in the place called heaven, those tall blue blooming spires might form a ladder, allowing her mother to step down for a visit to earth.

My woods...the young fir balsams like a place Where houses all are churches and have spires.

Westminster Abbey, the Tower, a steeple, one church, and then another, presented themselves to our view; and we could now plainly distinguish the high round chimneys on the tops of the houses, which yet seemed to us to form an innumerable number of smaller spires, or steeples.

Over shadowy spires and gleaming towers lay the ghostly darkness and silence that runs before dawn.

One section of the old city, tucked against the western walls, becomes a firestorm in which the spires of flames, at their highest, reach three hundred feet. The appetite for oxygen is such that objects heavier than housecats are dragged into the flames.

As the serpentine expanse of glass drew open, the city seemed to wrap around them: rooftop gardens with stunted trees in pots, water towers like chunky flying saucers, the spires of distant skyscrapers.

The clustered spires of Frederick standGreen-walled by the hills of Maryland.

discovering Antarctica, its penguin kings and icy spires...

But to me Barset has been a real county, and its city a real city, and the spires and towers have been before my eyes, and the voices of the people are known to my ears, and the pavement of the city ways are familiar to my footsteps.

Sequoias, kings of their race, growing close together like grass in a meadow, poised their brave domes and spires in the sky three hundred feet above the ferns and lilies that enameled the ground; towering serene through the long centuries, preaching God's forestry fresh from heaven

The world has a thousand creeds, and never a one have I; Nor a church of my own, though a million spires are pointing the way on high. But I float on the bosom of faith, that bears me along like a river; And the lamp of my soul is alight with love, for life, and the world, and the Giver.

Thor is a god who's lived in Asgard most all his life, but I think he still has a sense of awe and wonder about the place. I want us, as readers, to have that same sense of awe whenever we see, finally see, the golden spires of Realm Eternal.

Deadwood lies at the northern tip of the Black Hills, where the land is ancient and rubbed smooth by time. The Black Hills are more rugged at their southern extremity, where bare granite forms pinnacles and spires.

op het water drijven. Je moet er een keer heen, Lucien. Als je de bocht van de lagune om gaat en je ziet al die torenspitsen en koepels hoog boven het water uitsteken, nou, dan heb je het gevoel dat je in de hemel komt. Al dat goud...

city had yet in itself sufficient beauty to obtain our admiration. The colleges are ancient and picturesque; the streets are almost magnificent; and the lovely Isis, which flows beside it through meadows of exquisite verdure, is spread forth into a placid expanse of waters, which reflects its majestic assemblage of towers, and spires, and domes, embosomed among aged trees.

Dear Chicago, when I wake up in the morning and see your skyline - the terra cotta of the Wrigley Building, the height of the Willis Tower, the shiny sides of my beloved Trump Tower - I know I'm home. I feel a certain energy walking between your spires, but recognize that what makes you special to me is that my roots are here.

Gormenghast. Withdrawn and ruinous it broods in umbra: the immemorial masonry: the towers, the tracts. Is all corroding? No. Through an avenue of spires a zephyr floats; a bird whistles; a freshet beats away from a choked river. Deep in a fist of stone a doll's hand wriggles, warm rebellious on the frozen palm. A shadow shifts its length. A spider stirs... And darkness winds between the characters. - Gormenghast

Even know, as I write the words, I begin to feel anxious again. A crowd of images stirs in my mind — strange, nightmarish, but at the same time oddly familiar. The word 'Birmingham', for example, brings with it a blare of noise, a flash of movement and colour and the fleeting image of towers and spires against a heavy grey sky. I try to catch hold of these impressions, to examine them further, but instantly they fade.)

Even now, as I write the words, I begin to feel anxious again. A crowd of images stirs in my mind — strange, nightmarish, but at the same time oddly familiar. The word 'Birmingham', for example, brings with it a blare of noise, a flash of movement and colour and the fleeting image of towers and spires against a heavy grey sky. I try to catch hold of these impressions, to examine them further, but instantly they fade.)

Beyond the labyrinth, four spires explode up from the castle, alabaster ice splintering the leaden sky.

The whole world looked red to him, shadows were crimson, the sunset above the spires of the city an incredible blaze of infernal hues.