
Top 100 We Lit Quotes
#1. I remember in 1967, when there was that terrible fire on NASA's Apollo 1 rocket that killed three astronauts, my father made pure oxygen and we lit this tiny cup and burned it. Suddenly, we had an unbelievable jet and a fire. You just could see exactly what had happened.
Jack W. Szostak
#2. We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one.
Anne Frank
#3. When we born, we gonna die one day.
When we lit a candle, it gonna die at the end. When a flower starts to blooming, it gonna be taken anytime. The thing is everything has a end, but it has some reasons. Life is too, live your life with a passion and make your end reasonable.
Saravanan
#4. There is no such thing as a miracle. A miracle is just what somebody else doesn't understand. If we went back into the Stone Age and we lit a match, they'd say, "Ahh miracla, miracla!"
Frederick Lenz
#5. The work completed during the special session was just the beginning. During those six days we lit a spark that will positively impact the lives of our children and grandchildren, but the full fire is yet to come.
Joe Manchin
#6. 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
#7. 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
#8. 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
#9. 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
#10. 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
#11. We're kindling amid lightning strikes, a lit match and dry wood, fire danger signs and a forest waiting to be burned.
Nicola Yoon
#12. Now we have lit a candle to the power Of atoms; now we know we're heirs of light Itself ...
Philip Jose Farmer
#13. We had convinced ourselves that conditions wouldn't be right for seeing spokes on the lit side of the rings until about 2007, ... But this finding seems to be telling us that conditions on the dark side of the rings are almost as good right now for seeing spokes.
Carolyn Porco
#14. Tom raised his eyebrows. "Master Benedict keeps cannon fuse?" "We use it to light things from far away," I said. "You know," Tom said, "things you have to light from far away probably shouldn't be lit at all.
Kevin Sands
#15. We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that all our civilisation has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden sceptres.
Frances Hardinge
#16. I accept that he has a past. I wasn't a saint before we met." She slid me a glance. "I wasn't." "You were a nerdy English lit student; you were as close as it gets without beatification.
Chloe Neill
#17. Men," she said as she took my arm and led me to the brightly lit room. "They forget we need to see the outcome of pain before we willingly put ourselves through it. How else would we suffer nine months to have a beautiful child? We already know we have guts.
Kim Harrison
#18. Are we not acceptable, moon? Are we not lovely sitting together here, I in my satin; he in black and white?
Virginia Woolf
#19. Tavi looked wildly around the courtyard, and when his gaze flicked toward them, his face lit witha ferocious smile. "Uncle Bernard! Uncle Bernard!" he shouted, pointing at Doroga. "He followed me home! Can we keep him?
Jim Butcher
#20. So it's your death suit."
"Correct. Don't you have a death outfit?"
"Yeah," I said. "It's a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don't wear it on dates."
His eyes lit up. "We're on a date?" he asked.
I looked down, feeling bashful. "Don't push it.
John Green
#21. When I was in school, in eighth grade, someone recognized something in me. She was an English teacher, and we read a play out loud in class, and she asked me to read one of the roles. I'd never done anything like that before, but something just lit up.
David Morse
#22. We live in an age lit by lightnin'; after the flash, we're blind again.
T Bone Burnett
#23. And besides . . . I don't want to leave you. Er, you guys."
He smiled, and it lit up his whole face. "Well, 'we' are certainly happy to hear that. Oh, and I'm also happy to watch our darling little love child dragon while you're in St. Louis."
I grinned back.
Richelle Mead
#25. I felt that blush in my chest as we talked stupid talk never quite revealing our queerness to each other but somehow wordlessly generating volumes of desire like some kind of sublanguage that makes you want to splash into it even with all its tensions.
David Wojnarowicz
#26. In Vancouver, in Sydney and in Orange County, we live among fluorescent stores and streets so brightly lit that you can read a book after dark; in other places across our global body, there are blackouts and curfews every night.
Pico Iyer
#27. Dance, cher?" he asks, his blue eyes playful. I nod and he pulls me gently into his arms. He's warm. We sway to the music and the gentle rocking of the boat. His hand rests on the small of my back, in that sweet spot that makes you feel feminine and protected and adored all at once.
Lisa Daily
#28. Maybe that's why adults drink, gamble, and do drugs - because they can't get naturally lit anymore. Maybe we lose that ability as we get older.
Matthew Quick
#29. We were playing a small club in San Diego and the power had gone out in the building. Eddie had a lighter and kept us lit backstage. We became very good friends and spent a lot of time together including hearing Eddie sing in some of the bands he was in at the time.
Jack Irons
#30. We were gasoline rushing for a lit match. We bared our teeth. Balled fists.
Nova Ren Suma
#31. Simon and Garfunkel were prophetic. The Sound of Silence certainly applies today with so many people communicating through electronic devices. It isn't uncommon to see kids standing side by side talking without speaking. We bow and pray to the back-lit gods we made.
Mary Russel
#32. For a long time we sit there not saying anything, enjoying the quiet of the bay and the occasional steamy knee bump.
Lisa Daily
#33. Are you dying?"
Cato lit his cigarette. "It's not acute, perhaps, but we're all dying, Harry.
Jo Nesbo
#34. We lead two lives, and the half of our soul is madness, and half heaven is lit by a black sun. I say I am a man, is the other that hides in me?
Arthur Machen
#35. I can't give up that quick
My life is a candle and a wick
You can put it out, but you can't break it down
In the end we are waiting to be lit
Laura Marling
#36. It's a damn shame that when I finally fall in love that it had to be after I died." He dropped his head and shut his eyes.
Oh, mylanta. Did he just say what I think he did?
He looked back up at me, taking my breath. "What are we gonna do?"
I knew what I was gonna do - hyperventilate.
Janae Mitchell
#37. It is still possible, after all, to forge a covenant that binds us not to God in obedience but to one another in mercy. We need only choose, this year, to keep the flame lit...
Emily Franklin
#38. As hope kindles hope, millions more will find it. By our efforts, we have lit a fire as well - a fire in the minds of men. It warms those who feel its power, it burns those who fight its progress, and one day this untamed fire of freedom will reach the darkest corners of our world.
George W. Bush
#39. Don't tell me," I snickered. "You're in a club that gathers together like raving Trekkies to share secrets of the afterlife. I bet you even have an Enigma CD you crank up to get in the mood." "Don't be silly." His face lit up with an enormous grin. "We listen to Enya, not Enigma.
J.A. Saare
#40. The VIP area, which is geared to live entertainment, is a black-lit stage with a neon painting resembling New York City on the walls. It's supposed to resemble New York City, ... Look, we even have the Twin Towers on there.
Mike Wells
#41. When we sleep the soul is lit up ... by many eyes, and with them, we can see everything that we cannot see in the daytime.
Aeschylus
#42. We live in far too permissive a society. Never before has pornography been this rampant. And those films are so badly lit!
Woody Allen
#43. That's why we live by a river. Occasionally, I forget and pat Lit on the back
'
'I hate that.'
King Midas & Lit
Rick Riordan
#44. Elena dared link her fingers to his for a second, felt her heart squeeze when he curled his own around hers. "We lucked out with the people who love us, didn't we, Aodhan?" His answer was a smile that lit up even the secret-shadowed hallways of Lumia.
Nalini Singh
#45. Fishing books , lit by emotion recollected in tranquility, are like poetry.. We do not think of them as books but as men. They are our companions and not only riverside. Summer and winter they are with us and what a pleasant company they are.
Arthur Ransome
#46. Oh, where is it, where did my past go, when I was young, happy and intelligent, when my dreams and thoughts had some grace, and the present and future were lit up with hope? Why is it, that when we've just started to live, we grow dull, gray, uninteresting, lazy, useless, with flattened-out souls?
Sarah Ruhl
#47. Now that this torch is lit, we do not have time to dilly dally around ...
Joe Teti
#48. America has long raised political and cultural cognitive dissonance to an art form. We are capable of living with enormous inequality and injustice while convincing ourselves that we are in fact moving toward what Churchill called the "broad, sun-lit uplands."
Jon Meacham
#49. We all fantasize about work that uses our creativity, is self-directed, happens during the hours we choose, and occurs in an attractively lit setting with fascinating people - you know, jobs like women have on TV.
Sandra Tsing Loh
#50. It's like if a young woman writes it, then it's chick lit. We don't care if she's slaying vampires or working as a nanny or living in Philadelphia. It's chick lit, so who cares? You know what we call what men write? Books.
Jennifer Weiner
#51. We weren't so much oil and vinegar as a lit match and napalm.
Lola Dodge
#52. I sort of figured we'd be dating. It makes things like sharing a room a little easier.
Faith Sullivan
#53. What we strive for
in perfection
is not what turns us
into the lit angel
we desire
what disturbs
and then nourishes
has everything
we need.
David Whyte
#54. That night, we each lit a fake cigarette. For past hurts and present pains.
Brittainy C. Cherry
#55. The practice of the Name turns us in the direction of the light. The practice of the Name removes the dust from our eyes so that we can see the world as it really is: lit up by the light of the guru.
Krishna Das
#56. The world circles us with light. Yert during every moment of life we are entirely lit from within. - The Tattooed Monk
L.G. Bass
#57. Wizards? Do you mean they do things a different way?"
"No, just the way we do,"Merlin replied.With a flick of his finger he lit the soggy heap of kindling that Arthur had gathered ( ... ) A blaze leapt up on the instant. Merlin then opened his hands and produced some food out of thin air.
Deepak Chopra
#58. Going to high school in rural Florida, we always partied down in the woods. Somebody - one of the rednecks - would leave class and mow a path out to a field, and we'd drive out there. Dude, every party I went to was lit by a bonfire. Acoustic guitar.
Miles Teller
#59. Am I really going to die?" Cimil's face lit up with shock. "Jeez. What kind of goddess do you think I am? We just met, and I only kill people I know.
Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
#60. We have lit upon the gentle, sensitive mind And lost the old nonchalance of the hand; Whether we have chosen chisel, pen or brush, We are but critics, or but half create.
William Butler Yeats
#61. At the sight of Day, her whole face lit up.
"Mikhail! You came! Barbara said you would, but that we might have to wait for hell to freeze over first. Did it?
Deborah Blake
#62. The whole universe is in darkness, but we remain lit. We're a tiny bird tied to a branch in the dark forest, with a spotlight trained on on us.
Liu Cixin
#63. Maybe we all get like this in the cold half-lit world where always the wrong thing happens and never the right.
Raymond Chandler
#64. A grin lit [Christian's] face. "We're going hunting?
Richelle Mead
#65. They gave Saint Patrick his own day and what did he do but run out a bunch of snakes. Why, Thomas Edison lit up the world. If it hadn't been for him we'd all still be sitting here in the dark, with nothing but a candle,
Fannie Flagg
#66. God answered our question before we asked it. So we'd see his answer, he lit the sky with a star. So we'd hear it, he filled the night with a choir. So we'd believe it, he did what no man had ever dreamed. He became flesh and came to live among us. He
Max Lucado
#67. We can allow ourselves to pass through the darkest valley without losing our light. One candle can lit millions of other candles, which are willing to receive the light.
Raphael Zernoff
#68. Together in Britain we have lit a flame that the ages shall not extinguish. Guard that sacred flame my brother Blackshirts until it illuminates Britain and lights again the Paths of Mankind.
Oswald Mosley
#69. It's funny, we started writing chick-lit when it was just becoming a crowded marketplace, and now the same thing is happening with YA. It really used to just be one shelf at the library - Nancy Drew and Judy Blume.
Emma McLaughlin
#70. Each one of us is lit
If only one could see
That not one way is right
We are all part of the same light
Elise Icten
#71. I mean, here we are in LA. The home of celebrities. They're the local natural phenomenon. Everyone knows you come to LA to see the celebrities, like you go to Sri Lanka to see the elephants.
Sophie Kinsella
#72. If we weigh the significance of a book by the effect it has on its readers, then the great children's books suddenly turn up very high on the list.
Laura Miller
#73. We create our work for children not because they're "cute," but because they're human beings, deserving of respect.
Mo Willems
#74. We cannot use a supposedly objective historical epistemology as the ultimate ground for the truth of Easter. To do so would be like someone who lit a candle to see whether the sun had risen.
N. T. Wright
#75. MADDIE: Nobody's got it easy right now. We just have to suck it up.
Ruby Dixon
#76. The Headlights lit the path we were traveling down, but only so far. After that, the world was dark and empty, full of possibility and uncertainty ... much like the paths of our own lives.
S.C. Stephens
#77. We can't make love out here. It's freezing!" Maryanne cried.
A boyishly beseeching look lit up his eyes. "We would heat up quickly."
"It's fine for you," she protested. "You only need one part of your body, and you'll be sliding that into warmth.
Sharon Page
#78. We must view young people not as empty bottles to be filled, but as candles to be lit.
Robert H. Shaffer
#79. Social paralysis is strong and stands firmly in the way of change on the ground level. As allies, we have to prepare ourselves to step into the fire when necessary, even - and especially - when said fire is merely a still-lit cigarette tossed carelessly onto the street.
Jack Antonoff
#80. Your boyfriend smells bad, says Sarah as she sniffs the armpit of the giant sweatshirt.
All boys smell bad I say and she nods her head like we have just figured out something very important.
Amy Reed
#81. Tell you what.' Alec reached for a second seraph blade. 'We live through this, and I promise I'll introduce you to my whole family.'
Magnus raised his hands, his fingers shining with individual azure flames. They lit his grin with a fiery blue glow. 'It's a deal.
Cassandra Clare
#82. Death. Life. They are in the air, the water, the earth, and the fire that surround us. They co-mingle like a dance of weeping and rejoicing. The joy and pain become one. We are of a dualistic nature." ---Jennifer Mills
Dianne Bright
#83. If we have daughters I'm starting How to Deal with Badasses when they're five."
His eyes were lit but his expression was full-on tender when he returned, "We have boys , they get How to Deal with Stubborn Bitches Who Argue About Meaningless Shit starting at three.
Kristen Ashley
#84. He lit his cigar and sat back at peace with the world; I, too, was at peace in another world than his. We both were happy. He talked of Julia and I heard his voice, unintelligible at a great distance, like a dog's barking miles away on a still night.
Evelyn Waugh
#85. We are meant to discover our authentic nature-the state of being in which we are inspired by ourselves, turned on, lit up, and excited about who we are.
Debbie Ford
#86. The young specialist in English Lit, ... lectured me severely on the fact that in every century people have thought they understood the Universe at last, and in every century they were proved to be wrong. It follows that the one thing we can say about our modern "knowledge" is that it is wrong.
Isaac Asimov
#87. And then we watched an amazing number of movies from the late '60s and '70s, which is my favorite time, and we studied their camera movements, their stocks, the way they lit stuff, the colors they used.
Ted Demme
#88. How could I let this happen? How could I let it get this far? I never thought Malyn would have the same feelin's for me as I did for her. I'm dead, for goodness sakes. It's not like we can live happily ever after. I can't live at all.
Janae Mitchell
#89. O happy childhood! blessed youth! But once we know thy potent power; But once we live all careless free; No cross to mar our love-lit bower.
Pablo Neruda
#90. Without inspiration, we're all like a box of matches that will never be lit.
David Archuleta
#91. The intimate and the infinite are tangled together in this incandescent book, lit by Aristotle's bright spark of a daughter. Lucid even in nightmare, The Sweet Girl slips sideways around the philosopher to examine the lives of girls and women when we were not yet human.
Marina Endicott
#92. I wasn't raised to let a woman walk through a dimly lit parking lot alone. Wasn't born in a cornfield, you know."
Velia turned. "No, I didn't know. So, you're quite a gentleman. Don't we sound like a good pair - the devil woman and the gentleman?
Mary J. McCoy-Dressel
#93. Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living. The night is cold and delicate and full of angels Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up, The chime goes unheard. We are together at last, though far apart. - from "The Ecclesiast" by John Ashbery
Philip Pullman
#94. His eyes lit up again. "Kota was right about you."
I tilted my head at him. "What did he say?"
"He said there's this beautiful angel who has her heart on her sleeve and we have to keep her safe.
C.L.Stone
#95. And the attraction burns fire amongst us and the spark is lit. We humans just add fuel to the fire." Lucas whispered behind her.
Amber
#96. How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound.
Curtis Sittenfeld
#97. We've entered dangerous territory. You can't kiss someone with so much emotion if you're preparing to walk away. Alarms ring through my head, too loud and too obvious to be ignored. There are way too many complex emotions being passed between us. I already know he's going to shatter my heart.
Jennifer Ann
#98. I kiss her and she finds the light switch and turns it off, and we're just lit in Pepsi-can colors and it's like we've finally found this other kind of conversation, this conversation in gestures and pulls and pushes and breaths and grasps and teases and glimmers and rubs and expectation.
David Levithan
#99. I fear that someday you will abandon the joys we share and find another not worthy of your charms.
Lois Greiman
#100. You lit all these candles ... " She glanced at them, then back at him.
"I wanted it to be special."
"Any time we're naked in a bedroom together is special to me.
Laurann Dohner
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