Quotes About Glowing

Reliving his degradation had struck some spark in him and it was glowing now like a blown-on coal.

sunset ablaze in carpe-diem pink fleeting moments of glowing gold feathered in hourglass-sands gray with the lucent glimmer of infinity— and thus the blissful evening sky exhales gently the passing day and lights up in its elation that the world has made it through to relive night's starry bouquet

Night-time moon — glowing, muted, soft distant light to soothe our harshly lit days

glowing ghost-clouds lit by a haunted moon

Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves.... The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes.

What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as I was going: A bird can carry all the sky In that little button glowing. Never in my life I went So deep into the firmament.

...I see the turning of a leaf dancing in an autumn sun, and brilliant shades of crimson glowing when a day is done...

No: the years which had destroyed her youth and bloom had only given him a more glowing, manly, open look, in no respect lessening his personal advantages.

If Louisa recovered, it would all be well again. More than former happiness would be restored. There could not be a doubt, to her mind there was none, of what would follow her recovery. A few months hence, and the room now so deserted, occupied but by her silent, pensive self, might be filled again with all that was happy and gay, all that was glowing and bright in prosperous love, all that was most unlike Anne Elliot!

Like an ocean on fire, the red-tiled rooftops of Rome spread out before him, glowing in the scarlet sunset.

Even in the still shadowed places, glowbirds nestled like Japanese lanterns above lighted walkways, glowing swingvines, and illuminated hanging bridges, while fireflies from Old Earth and radiant gossamers from Maui-Covenant blinked and coded their way through labyrinths of leaves, mixing with constellations sufficiently to fool even the most starwise traveler.

Not in vain is Ireland pouring itself all over the earth. The Irish, with their glowing hearts and reverent credulity, are needed in this cold age of intellect and skepticism.

Time piles up like brush. You burn it in the fall and all you remember are the glowing cinders. I got ash heaps everywhere I look. -Old of the Moon

I would see languages with shades of each other, like the colours of Cézanne which often have a green with some red a red with some green, in my mind I saw a glowing still life as if a picture of English with French words French with English words German with French words & English words Japanese with French English & German words—I was just about to leave when I met a man who seemed to know quite a lot about Schoenberg.

Phosphorescence

not sexy so much as angelic, like all the world's light had gotten together and arranged itself into the shape of a face.

Stories like that were will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the deepest, darkest parts of forests, leading travelers farther and farther from safety, out toward an ever-moving mark.

Overhead, I hear the trilling of birds calling to one another as they roost for the night and see glowing lights kindle in hollow knotholes as sprites come awake.

Above hangs a chandelier made from thin sheets of mica. Tiny glowing faeries are trapped inside for the purpose of adding a warm glow to the room. Occasionally they fly, making shadows dance.

Of course the bride outshined them all." "Naturally." Fitzwilliam nodded. "She does." Layton admitted. "She is glowing Darcy, much as you are." "Men do not glow." He said defensively. "We..." "Smoulder." Fitzwilliam suggested. The collective gaze turned to him. "I had a long recovery gentlemen, I read many novels." He saw the rolling eyes. "Ah but I know what the ladies expect now, do you?

Bethie and Harold glowed, with success and contentedness, and with, Jo thought, a little meanly, the kind of well-rested good looks you could have only when you were childless.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.

I'm a buried kind of beautiful.Bring a shovel and a shooting starI may be a night's work.