Top 100 Lit Quotes
#1. I wasn't trying to make you jealous. But if jealousy does this to you, I might need to consider it." He gripped my sides firmly, letting his lips gently dance over mine, "Mags, I'm yours. You have nothing to worry about.
Kristen Hope Mazzola
#2. This is life, in all its gruesome, lovely, neon-lit glory.
Nuala Casey
#3. Between dainty bites, she told Amie, 'Oh, you simply are as darling a creature as Henry described! I had no idea of your being so grown up! Henry, she is positively frazzleging!'
Amie deepened her smile, saying, 'And I had no idea you would be so pretty either, madam.
Jennifer Silverwood
#4. Some cleric putting a match to her. /Neither of them looks happy about it. /Once lit, she'll burn like a book, /like a book that was ever finished, /like a locked-up library.
Margaret Atwood
#5. His eyelashes are like individual threads of spun gold lit on fire.
Tahereh Mafi
#6. Unholy delight lit Giles's dark face to flashing brilliance. She realized that while he mightn't be handsome, he was breathtakingly attractive and brimming with potent masculinity more powerful than mere good looks.
Anna Campbell
#7. Now his grin lit his face with a sunny halo.
Sharon Shinn
#8. Excuses are like butt holes everyone has 'em and they all stink.
Lois Greiman
#9. Around them, the hotel restaurant was busy. Last shift's prostitutes mixed with the next shift's tourists and businessmen at the cheap pink-lit buffet.
James S.A. Corey
#10. In my youth, it was my good luck to have a few good teachers, men and women, who came into my head and lit a match.
Yann Martel
#11. There is none so troubled as one who thinks himself perfectly sane.
Lois Greiman
#12. When blondes have more fun, do they know it?
Lois Greiman
#13. One should never see a drinking establishment well lit, he thought, it just makes it look even sadder.
Graham McNeill
#14. Every candle that gets lit in the dark room must feel a little rejection from the darkness around it, but the last thing I want from those who hold a different world view to me is to accept me.
Kirk Cameron
#15. Only in California could the night air be lit not by fireflies, but radioactive porn star cumshots.
C.Z. Hazard
#16. Any extreme political creed brought only darkness in the long run; it lit up nothing. The best politics were those of caution, tolerance and moderation, Angus maintained, but such politics were, alas, also very dull, and certainly moved nobody to poetry.
Alexander McCall Smith
#17. You are the Worst Kind of Animal. A Butcher by Day and a Pussy Cat by Night.
Monroe Ariel
#18. I've loved music always, and my music fire was lit by Elvis Presley, really, and all that was happening back then.
David Lynch
#19. Go forth in every direction- for the happiness, the harmony, the welfare of the many. Offer your heart, the seeds of understanding, like a lamp overturned and re-lit, illuminating the darkness.
Gautama Buddha
#20. Anytime I float by a window, I can tell whether the outside is lit or if it's dark outside. When we're working it's just day for us with the lights on inside.
Kevin A. Ford
#21. New York was the glamorous town that you only see now in old movies and on Broadway stages. The sky was lit up with dancing neon signs. It was safe to walk out in the streets.
Art Buchwald
#22. Lovely phrases had lit candles in her mind, one after the other, till she felt intoxicated with the brightness.
Elizabeth Goudge
#23. Rune's eyes danced and his lean tanned features lit with laughter. "You ... cooled the meat for me?"
"Rasputin cannot eat the chicken when it is too hot," she said, frowning at him. "It seemed logical that you would not be able to either.
Thea Harrison
#24. Anti-narrative sequences of a man (Watt) sitting in a dark bedroom drinking bourbon while his wife (Heath) and an Amway representative (Johnson) have acrobatic coitus in the background's lit hallway.
David Foster Wallace
#25. It was a time before Facebook and Instagram and texting. I imagine it must be easier now, for college students. Home must not feel so far away anymore. But how do you cut the apron strings if the strings are virtual?
Kirstie Collins Brote
#26. I think when it comes to women who write or who fancy ourselves 'hip downtown literati', there is a certain contempt for being overly sexual or really looking for boyfriends. We tend to be marginalized as some 'Sex & The City' Carrie Bradshaw chick-lit dummies who just want shoes and a ring.
Julie Klausner
#27. The people to become enlightened in Atlantis lit the "flame of enlightenment" on earth for the first time. The members of the various mystery schools have kept the flame alive by passing on the secret techniques for attaining enlightenment from the time of Atlantis to our present day.
Frederick Lenz
#29. For me, 'Bookends' marks the start of my foray into commercial fiction, away from what has always been thought of as more traditional chick lit - single girl in the city trips around in Manolos looking for Mr. Right.
Jane Green
#30. The magical gem bracelet, in all of its yellow beauty, was out of its league. My mind and heart couldn't slow down." --- Jennifer Mills
Dianne Bright
#31. And yet it's there, we witnessed it being lit. And fires once lit have to burn until they spend themselves or someone extinguishes them, Anaxantis said, with some deep regret coating his voice.
Andrew Ashling
#32. I lit a thin green candle to make you jealous of me, but the room just filled up with mosquitoes.
Leonard Cohen
#33. You know I'm always ready to indulge your fantasies.
Faith Sullivan
#34. The meal was pretentious - a kind of beetroot soup with greasy croutons; pork underdone with loud vulgar cabbage, potato croquettes, tinned peas in tiny jam-tart cases, watery gooseberry sauce; trifle made with a resinous wine, so jammy that all my teeth lit up at once.
Anthony Burgess
#35. She stepped outwards into the dim atmosphere, and falling, was most fabulously lit by the moon and the sun.
Mervyn Peake
#36. I don't trust nobody that don't have my name tattooed on her ass, and then it's iffy.
Lois Greiman
#37. Ironically, being a coach on 'The Voice' and spending time with those kids, Xenia and Dia especially, I learned a lot about myself. It reminded me how lucky I am that this happened for me, and it kind of lit the spark inside me again for my love of music.
Blake Shelton
#38. I do not know if hell is hot or cold, or what sort of place hell may be, but this I surely know, that if there is any hell at all it will be badly lit. And it will taste like a train.
H.G.Wells
#39. Depressed beyond what I'd previously thought possible, I stripped, showered, and slipped on a fresh pair of jeans and a tee shirt and headed for my mom's, trying to figure out why a bank would charge twenty dollars for insufficient funds when they know you don't have it.
Kit Frazier
#40. I think one of the reasons it ended was that his eyes never lit up for me the way they did for classical music. I realize that in the long run I may not be as wonderful as a Brahms symphony but I think I'm good for a Haydn quintet.
Daniel Handler
#41. Friends are nice. You can tell' 'em stuff, but you can swear like a gangster at an enemy. And that's all right, too.
Lois Greiman
#42. Yeah, world peace would be all right, but what about a day off in a slab of ham the size of my head.
Lois Greiman
#43. This was no peck on the lips. This was a real first kiss, a movie-star-knock-her-socks-off-fireworks-light-up-the-sky kind of kiss.
A girl could live to be a hundred and never forget that kiss.
Carol Fragale Brill
#44. Civilization - a heap of rubble scavenged by scrawny English Lit. vultures.
Malcolm Muggeridge
#45. I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.
Richard Brautigan
#46. One should not chug an entire glass of wine at an elegant dinner party. I start hacking and coughing, having practically water-boarded myself out of sheer humiliation.
Lisa Daily
#47. Chemistry's a tricky thing, and if I'm not feeling it, I'm not gonna pretend.
Faith Sullivan
#48. [Science fiction is] out in the mainstream now. You can tell by the way mainstream literary authors pillage SF while denying they're writing it!
Terry Pratchett
#49. Does he understand now that 'what if?' isn't fair when, under a different set of circumstances, you were asked to polarise things into one moment in time, when you had to defend what you wanted at a completely different moment? Kamryn to Luke
Dorothy Koomson
#50. I open the door of the cell and go. I am so bowed I only see my feet, if I open my eyes, and between my legs a little trail of black dust. I say to myself that the earth is extinguished, though I never saw it lit.
Samuel Beckett
#52. No more diving into pools of chlorinated water lit green from below. No more ball games played out under floodlights. No more porch lights with moths fluttering on summer nights. No more trains running under the surface of cities on the dazzling power of the electric third rail. No more cities.
Emily St. John Mandel
#53. I find it strange that practicing law in a comfortable well-heated office is considered too demanding an occupation for women, yet laboring from dawn's first light in crowded, drafty, ill-lit sweatshops is not.
Shirley Tallman
#54. He lit the dining-room lamp, got out a cigar, and began pacing the room, ejaculating.
H.G.Wells
#56. Naked, tattooed men meandered around, lit torches, congregated in groups, spoke in hushed voices. It was like pictures I had seen on the internet of Comic Con, except no one was wearing a cape. And there were no females. So, yes, it was just like Comic Con.
Heather Rigney
#57. There is no surer road to perdition than the ledger glands dictate your direction.
Lois Greiman
#58. And what else is she?" Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, "A bitchweasel?"
"A bitchweasel!" Jazza's face lit up. "She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.
Maureen Johnson
#59. She lit fire to the bridges and forts she built all these years, and she walked into it smiling and tears rolling down her cheeks.
Akshay Vasu
#60. Any real, beautiful thing in this world shouldn't be tamed or claimed or broken. It should be allowed to be, worked with, not against, appreciated. Don't be afraid of the wild she has left. It makes her special.
Carly Kade
#61. You okay?" Sam asks.
"Gonna be," I say.
Liza Palmer
#62. I knew it," she snapped. "You're no different from all men. You're just another jerk pretending to be single! I didn't wanna wrap a lie into a Christmas present anyway.
Maha Erwin
#63. That's how you're defining right and wrong? By what makes me happy?"
Pride lit his face as he nodded.
Oh Jesus. "Walker, you can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I shouldn't be the center of your life!"
His voice was gentle, a little confused. "But you are.
Rowan McBride
#65. Oh, mansion shmansion. Did Gandhi's house have the largest outdoor trampoline in the tristate area? Did Jesus have a two-acre remote-controlled car track, with mountains to scale and a little village that lit up at night?
Not in his Bible.
George Saunders
#66. I would love it if my book was considered chick-lit or a beach read. That would be great. People would buy my book.
Emily Gould
#67. I waved down a lit cab. He swerved dramatically towards me and stopped inches from my Louboutins. Shoe-icide, a fate worse than death
Lindsey Kelk
#68. There's the satisfaction of Eng-Lang-and-Lit; somebody else has said everything for you, and said it better.
Robertson Davies
#69. A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes - and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.
Vladimir Mayakovsky
#70. Agonizing really, how enduring love can be. Even after you have packed it up and put it away, it is still there - always there, yellowing around the edges and begging you to turn its pages again.
Tina L. Hook
#71. I've always read broadly: literary fiction, sci-fi, fantasy, chick lit, historical, dystopian, nonfiction, memoir. I've even read Westerns. I prefer female protagonists.
Sandra Cisneros
#72. Rowdy and I played one-on-one for hours. we played until dark. we played until the streetlights lit up court. we played until the bats swooped down at our heads. we played until the moon was huge and golden and perfect in the dark sky.
we didn't keep score.
Sherman Alexie
#73. Human language is lit with animal life: we play cats-cradle or have hare-brained ideas; we speak of badgering, or outfoxing someone; to squirrel something away and to ferret it out.
Jay Griffiths
#74. With technology and social media and citizen journalism, every rock that used to go unturned is now being flipped, lit and put on TV.
LZ Granderson
#75. Don't worry about me," I finally said. "Really. I'm more worried about you." And even more worried about where Graves is.
"Are you?" A fey smile lit his face, and I caught my breath. It was a shock to see him look so happy. "Well, then.
Lilith Saintcrow
#76. My mother told me when I was a toddler and in the crib that they would have music playing, and the thing when I lit up was boogie-woogie or something out of the Louie Jordan period of sometimes big bands, and then all kinds of things.
Robbie Robertson
#77. I struggle to listen, to sit, and to study-
I would rather play and create art with my brushes and putty.
I wish I could focus on things that I know-
Like cars, Mars, and playing with dough.
Brenda Lochinger
#78. I have long accepted that an art fair is not a perfectly curated museum show. Instead, it's more like a brightly lit bazaar, where art is haggled over and handled like any other commodity.
Elisabeth Von Thurn Und Taxis
#79. Do you trust me?"
She could still hear him, through flesh and noise.
"I love you!" she shouted.
It wasn't the answer he'd expected or the she'd expected to give. It was the wrong time, the wrong thing to say, but her answer lit a fire in his eyes.
Dawn Metcalf
#80. Now, Richard Pryor was unique. Many misunderstood his humor. He lit up the hallway, but they didn't understand his use of profanity. He didn't use it just to be using it; he used it in the context of his satire.
Bill Cosby
#81. Almost as soon as it was lit it began to sound as though it were running down, but in fact it would continue to run down for a long time. He knew the feeling.
John Crowley
#82. Aagragaah. It mean lit'rally der time when you see dem little pebbles and you jus' know dere's gonna be a great big landslide on toppa you and it already too late to run. Dat moment, dat's aagragaah.
Terry Pratchett
#83. We're kindling amid lightning strikes, a lit match and dry wood, fire danger signs and a forest waiting to be burned.
Nicola Yoon
#84. Life has a whimsical way of kicking you in the throat. I find it to
be one huge cosmic joke at our expense, only nobody is laughing
but the forces that be - given that they are even a wee bit human.
Lori Goldson
#85. Mr Pin lit a cigar. Smoking was his one vice. at least, it was his only vice that he thought of as a vice. The others were just job skills.
Terry Pratchett
#86. It would be nice to report she lived happily ever after till the end of her days. But such cheap, cop-out one-liners belong to other uncomplicated fairy tales.
Jennifer Silverwood
#87. If Emrys was acting normally, like the typical self-gratifying narcissist he was, then it would have been easier to keep him in that special category of potential enemy.
Jennifer Silverwood
#88. Many creative minds, just like many light bulbs, lit up simultaneously, could lead to brainstorming and breakthrough innovation.
Pearl Zhu
#89. Most fires made by underestimated sparks, the greatness fire inside ourselves is lit by the spark of the change, came across a small corner in our souls where the conscience still whispering.
Ammar Moussa
#90. In the cathedral of my heart a candle will always be lit for you.
Hardy Kruger
#91. The darkness might conquer, but it could never extinguish hope. And though one candle, or many, might flicker and die, new candles would be lit from the old. Thus hope's flame always burns, lighting the darkness until the coming of day.
Margaret Weis
#92. Cause I lit him on fire, I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.
Amanda Hocking
#93. I've lit a fire on the mountain opposite yours
Paulo Coelho
#94. My darkness has been filled with the light of intelligence, and behold, the outer day-lit world was stumbling and groping in social blindness.
Helen Keller
#95. Yes. He told me things. Like what for instance? Like once he said I had beautiful eyes. He said my eyes were like black diamonds lit up on a starry night. They are, honey. But nobody ever told me. No, Maggie said. They never do.
Kent Haruf
#96. The strong man lit a cigarette. It looked too frail for his hand. They looked like King Kong and Fay Wray, that hand, that cigarette. There was a movie going on right under his nose and he didn't even know. The guy had about one brain cell and he was doing time in it.
Rupert Thomson
#97. The second god lived by mountains that flowed
By the blue shiny lit roads
Had forgot what others still tried to grasp
Mark E. Smith
#98. Look, this isn't about the ring or when I ever made a hamburger, which, for your information, was my senior year of college."
"Right, when you almost caught our kitchen on fire."
"And you dated one of the firefighters for six months. You're welcome. Back to my problem.
Rachel Hauck
#99. The lamps were lit, and a good fire crackled in the great stone fireplace. There was a discreet chink of china, the brightness of silver teapot and muffin cover, the comforting smell mingled of steaming hot water, toast and a little sweet tobacco.
Susan Hill
#100. It's not as if I don't like men, I just have more respect for my washing machine.
Lois Greiman
