Firelight Quotes

#1. But the face on the pillow, rosy in the firelight, is certainly that of Clarice Starling, and she sleeps
deeply, sweetly, in the silence of the lambs.

Thomas Harris

#2. Everything about the stranger radiated sensual grace and ease. High Fae, no doubt. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, offsetting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, eevn in the firelight They twinkled with amusent as he beheld me.

Sarah J. Maas

#3. My God, you have beautiful hair in the firelight," he said softly, and I blinked. "It's like your thoughts, all cinnamon and wild untamed. I've always liked your hair.

Kim Harrison

#4. The cattle crouched round them in soft shadowy clumps, placidly munching, and dreaming with wide-open eyes. The narrow zone of colour created by the firelight was like the planet Earth - a little freak of brightness in a universe of impenetrable shadows

Hope Mirrlees

#5. Perhaps you should consider your difficulty in getting past Wendlyn's naval defences to be a sign that you should stop playing at being a god."
"Playing?" The King smiled, his crooked teeth glowing yellow in the firelight. "I am not playing. And this is not a game.

Sarah J. Maas

#6. I am not sure I can."
"Become sure," said the cat, his eyes flashing green in the firelight. "Once you leap on a boar's back, you can't sheath your claws.

Erin Bow

#7. The surface of the shoes seemed to pulse with hundreds of reflections and refractions. In the firelight, it was like looking at boiling corpuscles of blood under a magnifying glass.

Gregory Maguire

#8. I wish I could play fiddle by firelight.
That last one had been the wish of a guy named Nero. Just went to show that you had to be careful what you wished for.

Kiernan Kelly

#9. Jake looked down at Mandy's face in the firelight. He didn't know if he believed in Santa Claus, but the soft glow of those blue eyes made it a lot easier to believe in peace on earth, good will toward men.

Sierra Donovan

#10. His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.

Cinda Williams Chima

#11. He looked at the daylight shadows of a yellow hue, dancing with the firelight shadows in blue on the whitewashed chimney corner, but there was nothing in shadows.

Thomas Hardy

#12. Fear not your flame as you flood your caverns with firelight.

Gina Greenlee

#13. His short black hair gleamed like a raven's feathers, off-setting his pale skin and blue eyes so deep they were violet, even in the firelight.

Sarah J. Maas

#14. The coverlet warmed her legs. The firelight wobbled over the pages. Maelyn sank into the world the words wrapped around her, hushing everything that hurt, and seeping tranquility right down to her toes. She was home.

Anita Valle

#15. 'Firelight' is a beautiful story about a lot of young women. My character, Caroline, is a girl who has a bad boyfriend, and he ends up getting her locked up and incarcerated.

Q'orianka Kilcher

#16. He created reality around himself, bringing order and peace to a small island of warm firelight and the simple smell of hearth bread cooking.

Robin Hobb

#17. Out of the firelight everything was black and silver, black island, rocks and trees carved cleanly out of the sky and silver river with a flashing light rippling back and forth along the lip of the fall.

William Golding

#18. Once again, Rylann tried to catch the eye of the female bartender working Firelight's main bar.
One of the few times I've ever wished for a penis,

Julie James

#19. No, don't let go of me, he says. The firelight flickers off his blue eyes.

Suzanne Collins

#20. Wednesday walked out into the firelight, a big old man with a glass eye in a brown suit and an old Armani coat.

Neil Gaiman

#21. He turned to me then, his expression serious, the firelight playing over the perfect planes of his features. I've spent my life searching for a way to make things right. You're the first glimmer of hope I've had in a long time.

Leigh Bardugo

#22. I wind my fingers in his hair. It's thicker than mine, and curlier, and it shines golden in the firelight. There's a mole on his cheek that I've wanted to kiss since I was 12. I do.

Rainbow Rowell

#23. [ ... ] a sigh fit for the pillow, the sinking firelight, and a bedroom window open to the stars and the whisper of bare trees.

Evelyn Waugh

#24. I think there was always some scrawny dreamer sitting at the edge of the firelight, who had the ability to imagine dangers, to look into the future in his imagination and see possibilities, and therefore survived to pass his genes on to the next generation.

Christopher Moore

#25. In the smoky firelight the two old men nodded off like a pair of ancient kings passing the aeons in their tumuli. Made a musical notation of their snores. Elgar is to be played by a bass tuba, Ayrs a bassoon.

David Mitchell

#26. The moon was through to the sunset side of the gap, but its light was hardly noticeable on the earth for the ruddy brilliance of the firelight.

William Golding

#27. I won't be at the bonfire," Dair repeated stubbornly....
But Dair would not go. He didn't dare. Fia in firelight would drive even the sanest man to sin.

Lecia Cornwall

#28. It was like a globe with a thousand facets; it shone like silver in the firelight, like water in the sun, like snow under the stars, like rain upon the Moon!

J.R.R. Tolkien

#29. To dry the damp hem, and the firelight glowed from both my rings. A strong disposition to

Diana Gabaldon

#30. Together in our house, in the firelight, we are the world made small.

Jennifer Donnelly

#31. My dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you ...

John Geddes

#32. He's a pig," whispers May, her frail body wavering in the firelight. "An ugly pink pig. And I think the pig needs to be butchered.

Mav Skye

#33. You're still wearing it."
He couldn't help but say it. Laurent's wrist was heavy with gold, like the colour of his hair in the firelight.
"So are you."
"Tell me why."
"You know why," said Laurent.

C.S. Pacat

#34. She thought she need not worry about her youth; it wasted itself spontaneously, like sunshine elsewhere or firelight in an empty room.

Elizabeth Bowen

#35. She glowed, not from the firelight, but as if lit from within. I wondered if she were already a ghost.

Julie Berry

#36. And the lamp having at last resigned itself to death.
There was nothing now but firelight in the room,
And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath
It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

Charles Baudelaire

#37. Oft in the silence of the night,
When the lonely moon rides high,
When wintry winds are whistling,
And we hear the owl's shrill cry,
In the quiet, dusky chamber,
By the flickering firelight,
Rising up between two sleepers,
Comes a spirit all in white.

Louisa May Alcott

#38. Footsteps shuffled on the stair/Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair/Spread out in fiery points/Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.

T. S. Eliot

#39. Firelight gleamed golden in the stiff whiskers that framed Lord Tywin's face. A vein pulsed in his neck, but he did not speak. And did not speak. And did not speak.

George R R Martin

#40. Home is a room dappled with firelight: there are pictures and books. And when the rain sighs, and the acorns fall, there are patterns of leaves against the drawn curtains. Home is where I was safe. Home is what I fled from.

Mervyn Peake

#41. Jamie's own face was lined with shadow, the firelight showing the mark of time and struggle on his flesh as wind and rain mark stone.

Diana Gabaldon

#42. She was sweating and pale but beautiful in the firelight. Showing a woman's strength in a delicate vessel, holding strong like a warrior. I have never admired someone more.

Lauren Nicolle Taylor

#43. Mr. Bird flung his food away and leaped to his feet, glaring around at no one in particular. 'I am not a dog!' he shouted agrily, his gold earrings flashing in the firelight.

Tim Powers

#44. I love you," he whispered, staring into eyes that were aglow with firelight, and something else.
"I love you too.

Kass Morgan

#45. She shrugged, as if it could somehow diminish the grief he still saw in her eyes, shining so bright in the firelight. "So am I," she whispered, and faced the fire again.

Sarah J. Maas

#46. Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know is in dark or disguise, told myself. I would know it even in madness.

Madeline Miller

#47. Nor would I willingly miss the early darkness and the pleasant firelight tea and the long evenings among my books.

Elizabeth Von Arnim

#48. The firelight burned at Jason's back and made his shadow stretch out across the asphalt before him like a dying man. "Hurry,

Clint Stoker

#49. Perhaps there is a God like firelight, but all we can see is the shadows that we cast ourselves when we walk in front of the fire. Then we see great leaping shadows and think that this is God, but really it is only our own image.

Philippa Gregory

#50. Somebody told me when Abe Lincoln was a young man, studying by firelight, he said, "I will work hard. I will prepare myself. And my time will come." And you know, that's exactly what I said about myself and football - What do you think? Were Abe and I both just lucky ducks?

Deacon Jones

#51. Niko's angular face caught a flicker of firelight and Tempus saw his future there: sharp purpose, discipline, and power in perfect balance; love of man and gods, and mercy transcending all. If war ever wore a more humane face, this one would make it so.

Janet Morris

#52. It is good for a man to invite his ghosts into his warm interior, out of the wild night, into the firelight, out of the howling dark.

A.S. Byatt

#53. Alyssa couldn't tear her gaze from him as the firelight played over the hard edges of him. Once he'd been the poster boy for clean-cut military, now he'd gone all tatted up sexy danger.

Jennifer Apodaca

#54. The beauty of his face, artfully shadowed and lit from the fading firelight, it fairly stunned me.

Juliette Miller

#55. She ought to call him Benjamin, but it was too intimate, too soft.
"My lord?" she ventured, only half serious.
"Good, God, no."
She bit back a smile. "Husband?" she took a sip of wine.
He grunted. "Are we to become Quakers?

Kristen Callihan

#56. Don't stay away from me anymore."
I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won't. I can't promise that. Can't lie.
He opens his eyes. Stares starkly, bleakly. "I need you.

Sophie Jordan

#57. You know, it's never wise to tempt the devil"
His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger glistening with pear juice.
His rich voice lowered to raw huskiness "had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off your fingers

Kristen Callihan

#58. I feel you," he said, "whether stalking me through the streets of London, or hiding behind a screen in my library.

Kristen Callihan

#59. There were lies, and there were lies. Was a secret a lie? If one wanted to protect another?

Kristen Callihan

#60. His chin jutted forward in a rather pugnacious manner. "I should not have to explain myself to my wife."
"And I should not have to ask for an explanation. Yet here we are.

Kristen Callihan

#61. We remember though all the firelit glow
Of a great hearth's gleam and glare,
And we looked for a space at each happy face
And the love that was written there.

Caris Brooke

#62. What is beauty or ugliness but a false front that prompts man to make assumptions rather than delving deeper.

Kristen Callihan

#63. He couldn't remember the last time human hands had willingly touched him.
Not true. Miranda had. She had touched him as if he were just a man.
He had lived on those moments ever since, pulled them to the fore when loneliness threatened to suck him down and drown him

Kristen Callihan