Glittering Quotes

“Rejoice with glitters of ashes tonight
Sparkling for moon's spiced silver bite
Upon skin of darkness, loving night more
Storm begins unlocking cold wind's door”
― Munia Khan

“you are
as fleetingly beautiful

as a mother’s tears
and a father’s pranks

a brother’s bachelorhood
and a best friend’s bad mood

a bride’s glittering jitters
and a handsome stranger’s smile.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“The complexity of your earthly array is not a guarantee for a truimphant eternity. The fact is that you need a simple life to go to heaven; not an excessively glittering body, shiny lips and charming face.”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“She felt like a creature born to reside on the bottom of the ocean floor, dark and flat and half-blind, slowly rising through the icy water to the glittering light above.”
― Lisa Jewell, The Truth About Melody Browne

“Right beneath this shimmering...
beneath this glittering surface of water
lies
a distorted view of the world above.”
― Vijay Fafat, The Ninth Pawn of White - A Book of Unwritten Verses

“Snow is seldom still. It swirls and blinds. It clings to everything, glimmering and glittering, and when a gust comes, it turns into white fog.

And it stings. First like needles, then like razors. Tiny particles of ice chafe the cheeks, and even when they settle, they hide pitfalls.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“Outside, Vegas stretched out with thousands of glittering lights, as if the city waged war on the stars above.”
― Katherine McIntyre, Hypnotizing Beat

“In the References section, I’ve included a website address and a QR code for the full list of the nearly five thousand citations referenced throughout this book.”
― Michael Greger, How Not to Diet

“I'm just not a glitter person," I was telling her as she led me back out into the main space, but the words stopped short when she shoved me in front of the mirrors and there I was, glittering at angle after angle.
I almost didn't recognize myself. The dress was another simple A-line in shape, gathered at the bust and flowing past my waist to the floor. Its sleeves were loops that circled around my upper arms, baring my shoulders so that my hair could tumble over them or be tied up high to showcase the elegant flow of my throat into my clavicle, which I'd only just now realized was elegant. The dress was black--- my favorite color--- and covered with tiny chips of what must have been rhinestones, small and subtle and scattered enough where I didn't glow like a disco ball under the lights but instead shimmered whenever I moved.
I looked like a princess of the night sky.”
― Amanda Elliot, Love You a Latke