Top 69 Opal Quotes
#1. She dwelled for a moment on a memory from girlhood: smearing her tummy with a spiral of glue, then tipping a whole pot of opal across it.
Ali Shaw
#2. To wake in that desert dawn was like waking in the heart of an opal ... See the desert on a fine morning and die - if you can!
Gertrude Bell
#3. The appalling beauty of the vast milky mass, that lit up by a horizontal spangling sun, shifted and glistened like a living opal in the blue morning sea.
Herman Melville
#4. A city of light and music, watched over by an alabaster castle with an opal tower so bright it could be viewed for miles. The
Sarah J. Maas
#5. My parents had told me that I would not really die, not the real me: that nobody really died, when they died; that my kitten and the opal miner had just taken new bodies and would be back again, soon enough.
Neil Gaiman
#6. One opal cloudlet in an oval form reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm which in a distant valley has been staged for we are most artistically caged.
Vladimir Nabokov
#7. Humm humm haaa. Rahmumm humm haaaa," intoned Opal, finishing her chant. "Peace be inside me, tolerance all around me, forgiveness in my path. Now, Mervall, show me where the filthy human is so that I may feed him his organs.
Eoin Colfer
#8. It took teams of LEP warlocks to slow down time for a few hours; the magic required to open a door to the tunnel was stupendous. It would be easier to shoot down the moon.
Opal tapped this into her notepad.
Reminder. Shoot down the moon? Viable?
Eoin Colfer
#9. I am charging you with the protection of my mother and friends, not to mention keeping my younger self off the Internet. He is as dangerous as Opal.
Eoin Colfer
#10. Of course. Opal is toying with our emotions for her own gratification. Nothing more. She wishes to place herself in a position of power, emotionally.
Eoin Colfer
#11. The pearl-grey city, the opal that is Paris ...
Anais Nin
#12. Luc blinked innocently. That little fuck. I gave you a piece of opal and a Luxen to nom-nom on.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#13. My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring.
Arthur Symons
#14. What's fate to you, opal? she asks.
opal leans back, too. oh, lots of things. lots and lots of things all pushed up against each other that makes something else happen. so much pushing it just can't happen any other way - unless you push back to make it not.
Mary E. Pearson
#15. There was no violence, no speed. It moved to the rhythm of an elder dance, putting all the rituals of the world to shame. Black, silver, gold and moon-opal, night and sea, fire, earth, air and water.
Tanith Lee
#16. Now the melancholy God protect thee, and the tailor make thy garments of changeable taffeta, for thy mind is opal.
William Shakespeare
#17. [Janco] paused. His eyes held a distant gleam as if seeing into his past. 'My first practice was a shock. I was a cocky smart aleck
'
[Opal] 'Was?'
[J] 'Be quiet. I'm telling a story here.
Maria V. Snyder
#18. The hues of the opal, the light of the diamond, are not to be seen if the eye is too near.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#19. Suddenly one of these gypsies in trembling opal, seizes a cocktail out of the air, dumps it down for courage and moving her hands like Frisco dances out alone on the canvas platform.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#20. There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.
John Steinbeck
#21. Grandmother was like an opal. You could never be sure which colors were really there and which were just tricks of the light.
Michelle Moran
#22. Snow Patrol blaring in my ears, I set off into the opal and aquamarine dusk.
E.L. James
#23. Now the melancholy of God protect thee, and the tailor make thy doublet of changable taffata, for thy mind is a very opal. I would have men of such constancy put to sea, that their business might be everything, and their intent everywhere, for that's it, that always makes a good voyage of nothing.
William Shakespeare
#24. By the way, Boots died and Opal says she hopes you're satisfied.
Fannie Flagg
#25. To live in Venice is like being domesticated in the heart of an opal.
Lilian Whiting
#26. But God does use the foolish things of the world to confound the wise. It doesn't matter who we are really - just who He is. - Miz Opal
Martha Finley
#27. Oh,It's going to be so easy to kill you,scoffed Opal.
Eoin Colfer
#28. I bet," said Mulch, "that you would set the world on fire just to watch it burn."
Opal tapped the suggestion into a small electronic notepad on her pocket computer.
Thanks for that. Now, tell me everything.
Eoin Colfer
#29. The ears were large, flaring forward, the eyes limpid amber, in which the pupil floated like a glittering jewel, changing color with shifts of the light: obsidian, emerald, ruby, opal, amethyst, diamond.
William S. Burroughs
#30. Chaos reigned, and the survivalists eagerly unwrapped the kidskin from their crossbows.
Phase one of Opal's plan was complete.
Eoin Colfer
#31. Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.
Gladys Taber
#32. October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-month.
Henry Ward Beecher
#33. The Persian rug served as their country. The brawnier toilet paper people opted to live in its jade green jungles while the more sensitive and reflective toilet paper people preferred hiding in its opal cream sky. They were so light. No one would ever be able to tell that they had lived there.
Cherry Tigris
#34. Freshness trembles beneath the surface of Everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.
Freya Stark
#35. The green garden, moonlit pool, lemons, lovers, and fish are all dissolved in the opal sky, across which, as the horns are joined by trumpets and supported by clarions there rise white arches firmly planted on marble pillars ...
Virginia Woolf
#36. In precious opals there might be a dash of red here, a seductive swirl of blue there, and in the center, perhaps, a flirtatious glance of green. But each stone flickers with a unique fire and a good opal is one with an opinion of its own.
Victoria Finlay
#37. Holly: Seven and a half hours to save the world. Isn't there some law that says we get twenty-four?
Artemis: I don't think Opal pays much attention to laws.
Eoin Colfer
#39. When it had all become too much for the pixie, her brain had simply shut down, all except the most vital functions. She still breathed, and occasionally the monitors registered a dream spike in her brainwaves. But other than that, for all intents and purposes, Opal Koboi was no more.
Eoin Colfer
#40. Streets paved with opal sadness,
Lead me counterclockwise, to pockets of joy,
And jazz.
Bob Kaufman
#41. The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west ...
Robert Loveman
#42. Old soul." I laughed. "You're Thirty."
"It's not the years, it's the experience," he paused.
Maria V. Snyder
#43. It is such a comfort to nestle up to Michael Angelo Sanzio Raphael when one is in trouble. He is such a grand tree. He has an understanding soul. After I talked with him and listened unto his voice, I slipped down out of his arms.
Opal Whiteley
#44. I thinks Its cute that you call my house Home. By the way, it Is my house. My name is on the deed. - Daemon Black
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#45. I like to sing when I have works to do - it does so help.
Opal Whiteley
#46. Seriously, though, the bouncer won't be a problem. I think he liked me." - Daemon
"W-w-What?" - Katy
"I think he liked me, like, really liked me." - Daemon
"Your ego knows no limit, you know that?." - Katy
"You'll see. I know these kinds of things." - Daemon
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#47. Daemon had spoken to Blake earlier in the day; the entire conversation had gone down between the two without fists being thrown and I missed it.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#49. More books." His eyes went wide. "You have, like, then books you just said you haven't read."
"Doesn't mean I won't get more books." I smiled at is incredulous expression. "I haven't been able to read a lot lately, but I will, and then I won't be out of anything new to read.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#50. They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.
Eoin Colfer
#51. Someone once told me women want to be understood, while men want to be accepted.
Opal Mellon
#52. And this I have learned grown-ups do not know the language of shadows.
Opal Whiteley
#53. When one does look up at the grand trees growing up almost to the sky, one does always have longings to pray.
Opal Whiteley
#54. And no one will kill Bill."
I laughed softly as I unbuckled the seat belt. "Blake. His name is Blake."
Daemon pulled the keys out and leaned back, his eyes glimmering with amusement. "He's whatever I decide to call him.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#55. The wind comes creeping, it calls to me to come go exploring. It sings of the things that are to be found under the leaves. It whispers the dreams of the tall fir trees. It does pipe the gentle song the forest sings on gray days. I hear all the voices calling me. I listen. But I cannot go.
Opal Whiteley
#56. Infuriated, I scrambled over him, even more furious when I saw the humored glint in his eyes. "God you tick me off."
"Well at least I got you
"
"Don't even finish that statement!
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#57. He wanted to kill us. With what? His evil-eye power?
Will pulled a gun out from underneath his loose shirt.
Oh, yeah, that would do it.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#58. By the wood-shed is a brook. It goes singing on. Its joy-song does sing in my heart.
Opal Whiteley
#60. If Koboi defeats and presumably murders us both then you can consider the debt null and void.
Eoin Colfer
#61. Daemon's green eyes held a glassy sheen. His arm reached out, fingers splayed. They never reached the laser or the door. "I love you, Katy. Always have. Always will," he said, voice thick and hoarse with panic. "I will come back for you. I will-
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#62. If he made one more comment about the length of my skirt, I was going to hurt him.
And if Blake did, Daemon was going to maim him.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#63. Now, don't get me wrong, I like men in all shapes and sizes, but let's be honest. There is a direct correlation between the size of the man and the dampness along the seam of my jeans. And this one is producing some serious humidity in my southern hemisphere.
Opal Carew
#64. I thought the whole thing with Blake would ruin this afternoon, but I had underestimated the magnetism of Daemon and his kisses.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#65. Hey!" Dawson yelled from the front door. "I think Dee caught the microwave on fire. Again. And I tried popping some popcorn with my hands and it kind of went wrong. Like really, really wrong."
Daemon pressed his forehead against mine and growled. "Dammit.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#66. And I learned that sometimes when someone says something so devastatingly perfect, there isn't a need for a response. The words said it all.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#67. I can grow cameras!" she had shrieked at the Brill brothers during one briefing. "Who's to say that despicable centaur Foaly hasn't succeded in splicing surveillance equiptment to plants? So get rid of all the flowers. Rocks, too. I don't trust them. Sullen little blebers.
Eoin Colfer
#68. It can't be that bad. I have to try it."
I bit back a mad grin. I was so not going to stop her.
"Uh, Ash, I really wouldn't suggest doing that," Daemon began.
Party pooper, I thought, but Ash was a determined little alien.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#69. Potatoes are very interesting folks. I think they must see a lot of what is going on in the earth - they have so many eyes.
Opal Whiteley
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