Quotes About Flickering

The flames rose bright on everyone's screens, flickering lipstick red and traffic-cone orange and Lord knows what else, depending on how your television's colour was.

The response is the faint, silent flickering of lights on the ends of the cylinders as, one by one, they propel themselves away, onward and down into the swirling gases below. For

We watch our hopes, far flickering in the night, Once radiant torches, lighted in our youth, To guide, through years, to some broad morn of truth; But these go out and leave us with no light.

flickering lamps scattered here

History with its flickering lamp stumbles along the trail of the past, trying to reconstruct its scenes, to revive its echoes, and kindle with pale gleams the passion of former days.

Sitting in front of a fire is mesmerizing. It's magical. I feel the same way about electricity. And smoke. And flickering lights.

This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don't do Christmas?

This was one of the images of his lifetime. He simply exposed his retina and let love burn her flickering, shimmering, absorbed face onto his soul.

The lamplight was eerie, and, standing there motionless in our bathrobes, sleepy, with shadows flickering all around, I felt as though I had woken from one dream into an even more remote one, some bizarre wartime bomb shelter of the unconscious.

All I saw was his beauty, his singing limbs, the quick flickering of his feet.

That night, slipping among us like a snake, quick and silent and flickering, the plague began.

Insight is not a lightbulb that goes off inside our heads. It is a flickering candle that can easily be snuffed out.

If there was a light at the end of the tunnel, the flickering bulb above my head wasn't it. The faces of my tormentors were no angels—they were hell's minions and I'd stepped into their purgatory.

There was an orange flickering candle on their table, which was a fine touch in the dimly lit place. It put sort of a golden glow on their faces. Bena liked that and sort of settled into letting herself feel pretty, you know, like nearly any woman can when the lights are low.

A little light in the dark night A faint voice is calling you This way! This way! This flickering, wavering little voice Like dew, like a bonfire The voice of insects the sound of the water You can never lose them once you've heard them...

Their eyes went to the flickering fire, then back to me. I was one of those. I meddled with dark powers. I summoned demons. I ate the entire little cheese, including the rind.