Quotes About Spark

Freckles of blue sky sparked through the green-black of old growth.

Enthusiasm gives birth to enthusiasm, and wit and talent kindles wit and talent

The whole wire system of the brain could be disconnected in a spark of a second by a sometimes unsignificant detail. An unexpected incident or an innocuous phone call may provoke an ethereal distress that might plunge one's life into chaos and like a sudden twist of fate overturn everything, ransacking the assembled experiences of our history. ("Alors, tout a basculé")

The fire has burned out, but to dispel the darkness you must find the spark that remains

Chloe vows never to make the mistake of trusting a man again. Only, with every loving look Chase gives her—and every sinfully sweet caress—as the attraction between them sparks and sizzles, she can't help but wonder if she's met the only exception. And although Chase didn't realize his life was going to change forever in an instant, amazingly, he

Each man is a spark in the darkness. Would that we all burn as bright.

A warm smile, and some serious electricity passed between us. I felt it. I didn't know if she did or didn't. Hasn't everyone experienced that moment when there's a charge in the air between you and another person?

I was much involved in the development of the spark chamber as a practical research tool.

can one eeally say that even a spark of desire is a very great evil? there are many kinds of desires which are accompanied with many kinds of intentions. does the foregoing statement then not suggest that the desire to help is evil? which I think it is not. if I were to have no desires or intentions at all then how could I have feelings? how could one then feel love, friendship, kindness and all the things like those that I consider virtues?

Finding the light when surrounded by dark; praying for hope when all seems lost; what is it that ignites the blaze of miracles but the spark of dance

I'd never do that." That slow, sizzling smile—like the path of a flame on a fuse—lifted his lips again. "I'd never get the chance to bring out your passionate side. When you're angry, you burn. You glow with an energy that crackles like lightning.

Be ignited, or be gone.

With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet.

With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet. It was already one in the morning; the rain pattered dismally against the panes, and my candle was nearly out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open; it breathed hard, and a convulsive motion agitated its limbs.

Why did I live? Why, in that instant, did I not extinguish the spark of existence which you had so wantonly bestowed? I know not; despair had not yet taken possession of me; my feelings were those of rage and revenge. I could with pleasure have destroyed the cottage and its inhabitants, and have glutted myself with their shrieks and misery.

There was a time when I looked at the tragic mess they've made of this earth, and I wanted to cry out, to beg them to listen—I could teach them to live so much better than they did—but there was nobody to hear me, they had nothing to hear me with. . . . Intelligence? It is such a rare, precarious spark that flashes for a moment somewhere among men, and vanishes. One cannot tell its nature, or its future . . . or its death. . . .

So she viewed time spent in the land of the normal as an investigation into the world of marriage-worthy men, even if she was unsure about her own interest in marriage. There must be one solid citizen who also had a spark of life, a sense of humor and adventure.

Then her real charm, the really deceptive enigma of her, was in her eyes; ashgrey eyes which seemed uncertain, myopic, and which conveyed an expression of resigned boredom. At certain moments the pupils glowed like a gem of grey water and sparks of silver twinkled to the surface. By turns they were dolent, forsaken, languorous, and haughty. He remembered that those eyes had often brought his heart into his throat!

Somebody cracks a joke, a whole row laughs, one witticism sets off another, and, like matches, they flare up and burn down.

You know, I had the ability like a catalyst to really get everybody hyped up.

Impulses are hard to come by these days.

Defiance to constituted authority leaped like a spark from one flammable area to another, growing in heat as it went.

The frontiers were sort of wide open. It was that sense of excitement that we really wanted to spark in everybody else wherever we went.

The point is that when we focus on all three things at once—technology, policies, and markets—we can encourage innovation, spark new companies, and get new products into the market fast.