Lambent Quotes & Sayings

It's the biggest moon I've seen in all my life, a moon glowing with lambent encouragement, a moon bigger than the earth itself. It's so large and so bright you can actually see the eyes and the nose and all the craters around them--it's a moon you could hunt anything under. Deer, or your own destiny. It's pregnant with triplet moons, or stuffed either icing, or perhaps dead and bloated with tiny feeding moon flies. — Jacinda Townsend

The rain had washed the sunset time to a lambent beauty. — John D. MacDonald

I saw myself the lambent easy light Gild the brown horror, and dispel the night. — John Dryden

Religious bigotry is a dull fire - hot enough to roast an ox, but with no lambent, luminous flame shooting up from it. — Sara Coleridge

At least you didn't need to change your breeches."
He glanced up again instantly, pinning her eyes with his, his own suddenly gone lambent. "Now why didn't I think of that? Would it inspire you to ravish me? — Johanna Lindsey

No. It was neither heroes nor sacrifice nor yet virtues that she loved most; rather the poetry which spoke to her of dreams that were either fulfilled to no purpose or never fulfilled at all; of happiness that came as a visitor or did not come, of how it came and went, or of how it never came. She saw and understood this man, not in an objective way, but in her own way: in the lambent colours of poetry, with woods in the background, and penetrating everything, the roar of the world's deepest and mightiest river. — Halldor Laxness

Then saith the prophet and slave of the beauteous one: Who am I, and what shall be the sign? So she answered him bending down, a lambent flame of blue, all-touching, all-penetrant, her lovely hands upon the black earth, & her lithe body arched for love, and her soft feet not hurting the little flowers: Thou knowest! And the sign shall be my ecstasy, the consciousness of the continuity of existence, the omnipresence of my body. — Aleister Crowley

I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It's your weakness gives them their strength. Mark how they dare not speak to me. A nameless horror has descended on you, keeping us apart. And yet why should this be? What have you lived through that I have not shared? Do you imagine that my mother's cries will ever cease ringing in my ears? Or that my eyes will ever cease to see her great sad eyes, lakes of lambent darkness in the pallor of it will ever cease ravaging my heart? But what matter? I am free. Beyond anguish, beyond remorse. Free. And at one with myself. No, you must not loathe yourself, Electra. Give me your hand. I shall never forsake you. — Jean-Paul Sartre