Quotes About Coppery

Her hair, just long enough now to tie back in a knot, had a coppery sheen, a hint of fire in the darkness.

Luke's head and shoulders were limmed above me, his hair a crown of coppery flame in what could be the light of early morning or evening. He was smiling again.

The sun rose on a landscape still pale with the heat of the day before. There was no haze, but a sort of coppery burnish out of the air lit on flowing fields, rocks, the face of the one house and the cliff of limestone overhanging the river. The river gorge cut deep through the uplands. This light at this hour, so unfamiliar, brought into being a new world – painted, expectant, empty, intense.