Quotes About Luminous

Her coral liptint was faintly luminous; when she pressed her lips together, they made a glowing rosebud in her face.

whose waters were pale yellow, and shone like butter.

Your love, a sword made of moonlight and blood.

Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail ~Illuminated

Rideva volentieri, in un modo meravigliosamente terreno, luminoso.

the moon is tender

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.

Her smile shames the sun

It is first of all necessary to let the Blessed Virgin Mary take one by the hand to contemplate the Face of Christ: a joyful, luminous, sorrowful and glorious face.1

Life is not a series of gig lamps symmetrically arranged; life is a luminous halo, a semi-transparent envelope surrounding us from the beginning of consciousness to the end.

She was bendable light: she shone around every corner of my day.

L'Ordre est un royaume poétique, une Voie Lactée zébrant le noir profond du ciel. C'est une pléiade qui n'existe que par ses étoiles.

Fish in the sea are luminous so that they can recognise one another; might not men and women also exude some kind of speechless luminescence to those akin to them?

Often when I imagine you your wholeness cascades into many shapes. You run like a herd of luminous deer and I am dark, I am forest. You are a wheel at which I stand, whose dark spokes sometimes catch me up, revolve me nearer to the center.

I like looking wet, sweaty, dewy, fresh.

Whenever I open a book about jazz, I turn to the index and look for Lennie Tristano, the incredible pianist; Lee Konitz, the luminous alto sax player; and Warne Marsh, the tenor player who captured some of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

I shine in tears like the sun in April.

A colour is a physical object as soon as we consider its dependence, for instance, upon its luminous source, upon other colours, upon temperatures, upon spaces, and so forth.

Painting is by nature a luminous language.

Then pale gold fingers probed the gray, moving, ethereal, as if deciding. And then spreading, igniting some thin and distant layer one molecule at a time, one lumen, lighting it up slowly, turning it luminous and transparent, the glass of the bowl, not white and cold, but tinted warmer.

night-shining, or noctilucent

The stars shine only in darkness

I'm a big fan of twinkly things, anything sparkly.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.