Quotes About Glimpse

It was titillating to brush up against the enigma of mortality, to steal a glimpse across its forbidden frontier. Climbing was a magnificient activity, I firmly believed, not in spite of the inherent perils, but precisely because of them.

For with every snatched glance (I was trying to keep my eyes on the road) I felt that I was being offered a glimpse of something new and unthinkable, something that I had been needlessly denying myself, now, for many years: a future.

I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G." "Sausages.

The password is a flicker of an eyelash.

ex. It felt good. James glanced across

Love is the most transformative medicine For Love slowly transforms you Into what psychedelics only get you to glimpse.

reflected the last green flash of the setting sun.

That's what he would have wanted. The parting glimpse, the death haiku—he wouldn't have liked to leave without stopping to speak to someone along the way. 'A teahouse amid the cherry blossoms, on the way to death.

For when you are put into the Vortex you are given just one momentary glimpse of the entire unimaginable infinity of creation, and somewhere in it a tiny little marker, a microscopic dot on a microscopic dot, which says You are here.

He finds that spectacle, as he leaves the vicinity of the assembly, in an unexpected place: through the window of the speeding train, in a flashing glimpse of "a workman doing something on the dizzy edge of a sky-scaling iron construction.

There is always something taboo, something repressed, un-admitted, or just glimpsed quickly out of the corner of one's eye because a direct look is too unsettling. Taboos lie within taboos, like the skin of an onion.

My dream concept is that I have a camera and I am trying to photograph what is essentially invisible. And every once in a while I get a glimpse of her and I grab that picture.

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.

Her fierce blue eyes met mine only for a second, but in that fragile eternity I glimpsed the mind behind the manners; in that endless instant, I knew.

When you touch the moon with beloved eyes, you behold a glimpse of an amazing life.

You get into a habit of low expectations, which gives you a sort of contentment. You go through life as if through a mist, seeing little farther than your nose and scorning all that only appears wispy and faint. Then a bolt of lightning splits the mist and gives you a glimpse of all you might be missing.

I often wonder what kind of a man he would have become. But I think I got a glimpse of that.

Happiness is the struggle towards a summit and, when it is attained, it is happiness to glimpse new summits on the other side.

I loved most when his eyelashes twitched and he blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside his eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page.

The eyes, you know, are the windows to the soul. You can see who, or what, is living inside." "How

Archimandrite and monks of the monastic community of Optina Pustyn for affording me an unforgettable glimpse of Russia.

For a split second they stared at each other. A fleeting, lasting moment. One person noticing another person out of a whole crowd of strangers.

Learning a Word While Climbing It was a clarity come upon The mountains greater than the snow, a name Pronounced among them like an opening When a traveler finds a pass and escapes a storm. While I was falling I saw such a light: saved, My nylon rope came true and swung me free, I hung above the world and saw it, never So bright again, one long glimpse- Eternity.

I think it is the art of the glimpse. If the novel is like an intricate Renaissance painting, the short story is an impressionist painting. It should be an explosion of truth. Its strength lies in what it leaves out just as much as what it puts in, if not more. It is concerned with the total exclusion of meaninglessness. Life, on the other hand, is meaningless most of the time. The novel imitates life, where the short story is bony, and cannot wander. It is essential art.