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Quotes About Glimmering

There glimmering white and snowy, enveloped in a delicate rose-coloured mist, rose the glistening pinnacle.
~ Agatha Christie
Dust floats through the feeble beam of the flashlight: ten thousand particles, turning softly, twinkling.
~ Anthony Doerr
All hearts float in their own deep oceans of no light, wetblack and glimmering, their four mouths gulping like fish. Hearts are said to pound: this is to be expected, the heart's regular struggle against being drowned.
~ Margaret Atwood
Oh, rather give me commentators plain, Who with no deep researches vex the brain; Who from the dark and doubtful love to run, And hold their glimmering tapers to the sun.
~ George Crabbe
I want the concentration and the romance, and the worlds all glued together, fused, glowing: have no time to waste any more on prose.
~ Virginia Woolf
I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light. I
~ Mary Shelley
I was like the Arabian who had been buried with the dead, and found a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light.
~ Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
~ George William Russell
She seemed rather an airy sprite, which, after playing its fantastic sports for a little while upon the cottage floor, would flit away with a mocking smile. Whenever that look appeared in her wild, bright, deeply black eyes, it invested her with a strange remoteness and intangibility; it was as if she were hovering in the air and might vanish, like a glimmering light, that comes we know not whence, and goes we know not whither.
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne
From beyond, the Eretz stars glimmered visible-invisible, visible-invisible, and he did the same.
~ Laini Taylor
A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light, flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than the other.
~ James Joyce
Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight,And all the air a solemn stillness holds,Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.
~ Thomas Gray
How daintily the butterfly Flits to the spider's lace Entranced by glimm'ring silver strings Entwined with glist'ning grace. How craftily the spider speaks And whispers, 'All is well,' Caresses it with poison'd feet And sucks it to a shell
~ Heather Dixon
Around their necks hung ceremonial jewels that glistened like
~ Dan Brown
speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.
~ William Blake
I, alive and glimmering like the instants, spark and go out, alight and go out, spark and go out.
~ Clarice Lispector
Anne's lovers are phantom gentlemen, flitting by night with adulterous intent. They come and go by night, unchallenged. They skim over the river like midges, flicker against the dark, their doublets sewn with diamonds. The moon sees them, peering from her hood of bone, and Thames water reflects them, glimmering like fish, like pearls.
~ Hilary Mantel
Snow is seldom still. It swirls and blinds. It clings to everything, glimmering and glittering, and when a gust comes, it turns into white fog. And it stings. First like needles, then like razors. Tiny particles of ice chafe the cheeks, and even when they settle, they hide pitfalls.
~ Holly Black
Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.
~ Mario Vargas Llosa
I function by construction. I am installed on a pyramid of time which has been me...Time is that 'body of the spirit" Valery used to talk about. Time and thought are mutually entangled. In the dark night of thought dwells a glimmering of Being.
~ Maurice Merleau-Ponty
That orbèd maiden, with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley