#gleam

Truth is the torch that gleams through the fog without dispelling it. ↗

— Claude Adrien Helvetius

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Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is. ↗

— Mae West

#audience #big #black #gleam #glitter

I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish. ↗

— Marcel Marceau

#appears #backgrounds #black #designed #destiny

They give birth astride of a grave, the light gleams an instant, then it's night once more. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#birth #give #gleams #grave #instant

The gleam in their eyes telegraphs only too clearly that they are hoping for a headline, which of course means something disparaging, because nothing makes such good copy as a feud. ↗

— Leslie Charteris

#clearly #copy #course #disparaging #eyes

Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness. ↗

— Hannah More

#darkness #gate #genius #gleam #inhabitant

All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move. ↗

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

#arch #ever #fades #gleams #i

Joe looked out of the window again. He had the feeling that outside the window there should have been hover-cars, men in trilby hats and jet packs, spider-webs of passageways spreading out of the distant tops of the towers. There should have been women in silver suits taking in a show at the tri-vids before indulging in a spot of lunch, the kind that came in three-course pills, great big subservient robots trailing behind them. Instead there was a brown man in overalls collecting rubbish with a long stick outside an adult cinema, and the cars were halted, bumper-to-bumper, beside a traffic light that seemed to be stuck permanently on red. There was a siren in the distance. There was the sound of car horns, a door slamming, someone cursing loudly in American English. ↗

— Lavie Tidhar

#men

They can't censor the gleam in my eye. ↗

— Charles Laughton

#eye #gleam

Danger gleams like sunshine to a brave man's eyes. ↗

— Euripides

#danger #eyes #gleams #like #man