Flickering Quotations

What avails love when life is so ephemeral? What avaiIs a mortals love for the immortal? Love that is snuffed out by deaths passing blast Love without the pain, the passion that consumes? A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glance Flow vain for a flickering spark to chase an eternal flame! Grant me the bliss of eternal life, O Lord, And mine will be the ecstasy of eternal love. Give me the pleasure of an everlasting pain An agony that lacerates my soul for ever.

It is indeed, a fearful place. The torrent, swollen by the melting snow, plunges into a tremendous abyss, from which the spray rolls up like the smoke from a burning house. The shaft into which the river hurls itself is a immense chasm, lined by glistening coal-black rock, and narrowing into a creaming, boiling pit of incalculable depth, which brims over and shoots the stream onward over its jagged lip. The long sweep of green water roaring forever down, and the thick flickering curtain of spray hissing forever upward, turn a man giddy with their constant whirl and clamor. We stood near the edge peering down at the gleam of the breaking water far below us against the black rocks, and listening to the half-human shout which cam booming up with the spray out of the abyss.

The language of economics is seldom limpid, but in H Street they usually manage to remove from it the very last flickering colophon of charm.

Today's children have very short attention spans because they are being reared on dreadful television programmes which are flickering away in the corner.

I fancy the romantic image of myself being soothed and inspired by music and the sweet aroma and flickering lights of candles.

Kindle Worlds is a clever way to monetize a formerly underground trend, and to enable its participants to be remunerated. But it will be of no interest to writers with any literary ambition, as its constraints are designed to stymie even the most rudimentary impulses - even the first flickering of a dangerous originality.

It's such an awesome event and I just love every aspect of it. I love the beautiful music that is put together, and I love the luminaries the best. There is a quietness and peacefulness that falls over, because everyone is thinking of someone they have loved and lost, or someone going through cancer. All of the field's lights will be off, and it's just the candles flickering in the bags.

Nothing is more satisfying to me than sitting in a dank room, hunched over a single flickering candle like Ebenezer Scrooge, and watching my ledgers fill themselves with ink.

Many Americans have a romanticized view of trains, rooted in a bygone era of elaborately adorned rail cars lit by flickering gas lamps and pulled by smoke-belching steam locomotives.