Quotes About Motes

#1. Compared to what is stirring in the galaxy, you and I are little more than motes of dust.

Alan Dean Foster

#2. A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.

Christopher Paolini

#3. Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.

Toni Morrison

#4. The oblong of light is back and motes of dust swirl in the sunshine slating down the wall of books. Golden pollen.

David Mitchell

#5. Hazel Motes sat at a forward angel on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car.

Flannery O'Connor

#6. Do you think, Mr. Motes," she said hoarsely, "that when you're dead, you're blind?" "I hope so," he said after a minute. "Why?" she asked, staring at him. After a while he said, "If there's no bottom in your eyes, they hold more." The

Flannery O'Connor

#7. Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.

Cormac McCarthy

#8. We are made happy when reason can discover no occasion for it. The memory of some past moments is more persuasive than the experience of present ones. There have been visions of such breadth and brightness that these motes were invisible in their light.

Henry David Thoreau

#9. Just Imagine. No illness. Ever. No pain. No aging or frailty of any kind. No loss or grief or tears. And obviously no more dying, not even if the stars shattered into motes and the moon disintegrated like a corpse beneath the sea.

Toni Morrison

#10. From the first opening of our eyes, it is the light that attracts us. We clutch aimlessly with our baby fingers at the gossamer-motes in the sunbeam, and we die reaching out after an ineffable blending of earthly and heavenly beauty which we shall never fully comprehend.

Lucy Larcom

#11. It is true that we are made of dust. And the world is also made of dust. But the dust has motes rising.

Muhammad Iqbal

#12. I share the streets with aimlessly moving scraps of paper and little whirlwinds of dust, with motes that pass like erratic thieves under eaves and through doors.

China Mieville

#13. The gay motes that people the sunbeams.

John Milton

#14. The ocean can be yours; why should you stop
Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew?
The secrets of the sun are yours, but you
Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.

Farid Al-Din Attar

#15. The wind was not invisible. It had a texture, as though it carried a weight of dust, the motes steadily gumming up her eyes and sealing her nose, finding its way into her underwear and up into her body by those routes too.

Clive Barker

#16. The discerning realize that it is not realistic to expect perfection in others when none of us is perfect ... Meaningful progress can be made only when all of us can cast the motes out of our own eyes, leave judgment to our Father in Heaven, and lose ourselves in righteous living.

Marvin J. Ashton

#17. Words are the motes of thought, and nothing more.

Philip James Bailey

#18. She hands him his coffee; crosses to the doorway; motes of dust flutter nervously in her wake.

Judith Guest

#19. It's easier to bleed than sweat, Mr. Motes.

Flannery O'Connor

#20. Infinity is present in each part. A loving smile contains all art. The motes of starlight spark and dart. A grain of sand holds power and might.

Madeleine L'Engle

#21. They speak little; it is as if the air has been churned up with decade's worth of fruitless pursuit and missed connections and thoughts unspoken, and they are waiting quietly for all this matter - these motes of opportunity forgone - to settle around them.

Doug Dorst

#22. Dust motes swirled in the air like tiny orbs of rainbows.

Micalea Smeltzer

#23. Have you seen lamplight shine through dusty air, setting the dust motes on fire?" He waved a hand. "Imagine that, spread across the night sky - but ten thousand motes and ten thousand times brighter, glittering like the eyes of all the gods.

Rosamund Hodge

#24. She saw the world as if in a vision: a dark room into which a beam of sunlight fell, with dust motes tumbling in and out, from darkness to light, and she felt that now she had finally moved into the sunbeam.

Sigrid Undset

#25. Her face, the face of a saint, a viking Madonna, shone through the faint motes that snowed across the candlelight, drew down its flush from the wine-colored lanterns in the pine. She was still as still.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#26. The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.

Marly Youmans

#27. This shiffer-robe belongs to Hazel Motes. Do not steal it or you will be hunted down and killed.

Flannery O'Connor

#28. full well knowing that, whatever little motes my beamy eyes may have descried in theirs, they belong to a kind, generous, large-hearted, and great people.

Charles Dickens

#29. In the old house, the past hung in the air like motes of dust waiting to be illuminated by the sharp rays of memory

John Connolly

#30. Her hands reach out for intangible dreams as dust motes dance in the spectrum of light across one corner of the room.

Tracey-anne McCartney

#31. Feeling her face turning blood red, she tried again. "Not a date. A friendly three-way. Uh, no. Shit. A...a..." Embarrassment finally completely cut off her words.

Stephanie Motes