Quotes About Glittering

To my mind, Celia Ray was perfection. She was New York City's very distillation—a glittering composite of sophistication and mystery. I would endure any filth or befouling, just to have access to her.

but it is glittering now in the gaps between things

That to me was the most poignant part of Diana's wedding; as she was walking up the aisle and her eyes were going left to right, looking at people and smiling in the way that Diana did - and that diamond tiara glittering like mad. It was great.

standing there in that glittering dress and wielding flame like some sort of avenging goddess.

Whenever one of these groups is busted for possession of a drug, though, the newspapers generally headline the event, "Manson-style cult raided," and ma and pa in the suburbs shiver with images of knives glittering in their heads.

Tip thought this strange Army bore no weapons whatever; but in this he was wrong. For each girl had stuck through the knot of her back hair two long, glittering knitting-needles.

A person's own definition of leadership defines the glittering crown of his leadership.

The John F. Kennedy presidency, with its glittering court of Camelot, cemented the impression that it was the Democrats who represented the thinking men and women of America.

She was just as fascinated by that glittering, mythical country as the rest of her family, but completely relocating to a society so unlike her own was terrifying. Maybe she didn't always like the way hers worked, but she knew it. It was comfortable. It was safe. Kind of.

The court imagined itself the pinnacle of refinement, but underneath its glittering surface a cauldron of dark emotions - greed, envy, lust, hatred - boiled and simmered. Our world today similarly imagines itself the pinnacle of fairness, yet the same ugly emotions still stir within us, as they have forever.

Storming a breach, conducting an embassy, ruling a nation are glittering deeds. Rebuking, laughing, buying, selling, loving, hating and living together gently and justly with your household – and with yourself – not getting slack nor being false to yourself, is something more remarkable, more rare and more difficult.

More pre-Christmas revelers on the Friday-night Tube: girls in ludicrously tiny glittering dresses risking hypothermia for a fumble with the boy from Packaging.

They were like a million glistening grains of sugar on a black velvet cloth, and the waning moon shone like a Saracen's blade.

for he was one of those glittering people whose every gesture looks like a miracle, whose every word sounds like a new philosophy. You've a bit of that yourself, valiantly as you seek to hide it.

they talked, too, of their futures, as if they could shape the glittering course of their destinies with secret confessions offered like prayers to the room's benevolent hush.

So many stars are popping out above us it seems you could almost dip your fingers up there and come out with a handful of diamonds.

A whole Gothic world had come to grief...there was now no armour glittering through the forest glades, no embroidered feet on the green sward; the cream and dappled unicorns had fled...

Oh, it isn't that I mind the glittering caste system, admitted Amory. I like having a bunch of hot cats on top, but gosh, Kerry, I've got to be one of them.

As the still ocean paths before the shark in starred and glittering waterways, beauty-high, the moon-swathed trees divided, pair on pair, while flapping nightbirds cried across the air.

The ideal would be to undertake no more action than the false action of a fountain - rising only to fall in the same place, glittering pointlessly in the sunlight and making a noise in the silence of the night that would set any dreamer dreaming of rivers, an absent smile on his lips.

The story of Skywoman's journey is so rich and glittering it feels to me like a deep bowl of celestial blue from which I could drink again and again.

The beginning of faith is the beginning of fruitfulness but the beginning of unbelief, however glittering, is empty.

The stars were so many and so white they looked like chips of ice, hammered through the fabric of the sky.

Their bodies, their clothes, and their faces described individual hells—the insucked breast of concealed terrors, the glittering hook of a jewel become substitute armor, the mouths were judgments full of frightened absolutes, cathedral prisms of eyebrows.