Quotes About Illuminated

Much of the wisdom of the world is not wisdom, and the most illuminated class of men are no doubt superior to literary fame, and are not writers.

Like the sun bursting through the clouds on a grey day, the jewels illuminated Ben and Granny's faces.

He walked back into the living room, looking again at the illuminated photo of the man with the brown beard and long hair. "Who's that, a friend of yours?" Mr. Sweety glanced over. He said, "This picture here?" and sounded surprised. "It's Jesus. Who you think it was?" "It's a photograph," Raymond said. Mr. Sweety said, "Yeah, it's a good likeness, ain't it?

The train passed through a series of tunnels. Because the overhead light fixtures had no bulbs in them, some people lit candles inside the tunnels, which dramatically illuminated their black, liquid eyes. There was a solemn, almost devotional cynicism to these eyes, reflecting, as though by a genetic process, all of the horrors witnessed by generation upon generation of forebears.

The city had no need of the sun or of the moon to shine in it, for the glory of God illuminated it. – Revelation 21:23

Winkler's breath plumed up onto his glasses. The entire valley was enveloped in a huge, illuminated stillness. Above him the clouds had pulled away and the sky burned with stars. The meadow smoldered with light, and the spruce had become illuminated kingdoms, snow sifting from branch to branch. He thought: This has been here every winter all my life.

Her hair was full of lights

cartolai offered far more extensive services than just selling paper and parchment: they produced and sold manuscripts. Customers could buy secondhand volumes from them or hire them to have a manuscript copied by a scribe, bound in leather or board, and, if they wished, illuminated—decorated with illustrations or designs in paint and gold leaf.

More recently, some of us have been able to infiltrate the new ethereal-wave system that now encircles the globe, and to travel around that way, looking out at the world through the flat, illuminated surfaces that serve as domestic shrines. Perhaps that's how the gods were able to come and go as quickly as they did back then—they must have had something like that at their disposal.

En los tiempos de oscuridad, la ignorancia del hombre era disculpable. En un siglo ilustrado como éste, resulta imperdonable.

WE met next day as he had arranged, and inspected the rooms at No. 221B, [5] Baker Street, of which he had spoken at our meeting. They consisted of a couple of comfortable bed-rooms and a single large airy sitting-room, cheerfully furnished, and illuminated by two broad windows. So desirable in every way were the apartments, and so moderate did the terms seem when divided between us, that the bargain was concluded upon the spot, and we at once entered into possession.

I will rise from the darkness, shining like the morning star. Illuminated woman am I.

Whatever colors you have in your mind, I'll show them to you and you'll see them shine.

Unless I have been sorely misinformed, supermodels are powerless to resist a man with illuminated doorsills.

Like the tender fires of stars moments of their life together, that no one knew of or would ever know of, broke upon and illuminated his memory.

This was one of the most revealing scenes of the whole revolution – one of those rare episodes when the hidden relations of power are illuminated on the surface of events and the broader course of history becomes clear.

Above me I feel your love my Goddess Full of the promise that through you my Goddess All things ripen and come to fruition my Goddess As the diaphanous boundary between worlds my Goddess Is illuminated by the white light of your sign my Goddess I ask that some small ray of your love descend my Goddess Fill this seaborne chalice my Goddess So that I might pour it over me my Goddess And take your gentle touch to the children of the night

The true pinnacle of the illuminated manuscript genre is the Book of Kells, created around 800 in an Irish monastery.

Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The pathologist's job is to find the bull among the matador cells

upon row of books, most of them bound in leather, reached to the ceiling several stories over their heads, illuminated by the faint glow of autumn sunlight through the marble. It was truly striking.

Our life is just a bird, which flies into illuminated window, and then flies away, again, into the darkness

There is a subway; it's like an illuminated coffin on skis — under the ground and musty, and one is squashed. That is what I ride on. It's interesting and it travels fast.

I have already crossed the café a couple of times and have looked out the front door onto the invisible square, and each time the wall of darkness has driven back inside this sort of illuminated limbo suspended between the two darknesses, the bundle of tracks and the foggy city.

I suppose I try to be a translator of sorts, striving to translate emotion and vision into words, to express the life force of animals and landscapes, to give them voice. I pore over the lustrous details of nature and human nature. How different is this from a monk devoting his life to an illuminated manuscript?