Discover the most popular and inspiring quotes and sayings on the topic of Lytterature. Share them with your friends on social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, or your personal blogs, and let the world be inspired by their powerful messages. Here are the Top 100 Lytterature Quotes And Sayings by 88 Authors including Beverley Nichols,Patrick Weekes,Muse,George R R Martin,William Shakespeare for you to enjoy and share.
...a cyclamen that looks like a flight of butterflies, frozen for a single, exquisite moment in the white heart of Time...
Besyn larveth'is!
Agony's Plot
A zephyr skimmed
across my creamy skin
gently kissing
where the sun had been ...
Pyp had stabbed a turnip with his knife. "The night is dark and full of turnips," he announced in a solemn voice. "Let us all pray for venison, my children, with some onions and a bit of tasty gravy.
Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Within a bony labrinthean cave, Reached by the pulse of the aerial wave, This sibyl, sweet, and Mystic Sense is found, Muse, that presides o'er all the Powers of Sound.
In the Old Peculiar language, the word ymbryne (pronounced imm-brinn) means "revolution" or "circuit.
They drove towards the city and Dan handed Lyssa a loose Hermes scarf.
'Yours?' she teased.
'Mum's,' he answered as Lyssa tied it over her eyes. 'You look very sexy like that.'
'And you sound really creepy right now,' Lyssa said, laughing.
With a flick of her hand, Sabine wove an illusion. Suddenly she and Lanthe both looked like patients. "We'll create a stampede of humans and run out into the night with them."
Lanthe shook her head. "The Vrekeners will scent us."
Sabine blinked at her. "Lanthe, have you not smelled my humans?
Loopt wouldn't have happened without Y Combinator.
snakelike hiss, undulating,
soul it shaped. Laurel
If you wish to make Pythocles honourable, do not add to his honours, but subtract from his desires;
If ka is a train - and it is, a vast, hurtling mono, maybe sane, maybe not - then this nasty little lycanthrope is its most vulnerable hostage, not tied to the tracks like little Nell but strapped to the thing's very headlight.
Lysander saw that they were displaying all the timeworn and conventional feints and poor disguises of lovers meeting in a public place and hoping the real nature of their relationship would be invisible.
LIFE = (L)ive (I)N (F)ull (E)ffect!!!!!!!
Tritons Trident!
So Lyra and her daemon turned away from the world they were born in, and looked toward the sun, and walked into the sky.
Lymond said, 'Have I been talking?'
'We all have, in nightmares. But yours have not been about the sea.
Sweet, loveable, and with every click revealing a new surprise, 'Botanicula' creates both a wonderful world where bees and twigs play in the universe and sets up a daring story of a group of unlikely heroes taking on a tree's last hope of survival.
Lymond surveyed the grinning audience with an air of gentle discovery. Is there no work to be done? Or perhaps it's a holiday?
Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
Linnea ... A plant of Lapland, lowly, insignificant, disregarded, flowering but for a brief space - from Linnaeus who resembles it.
Tact,' Lymond said, 'is the name you should have upon your tombstone.
Bone-white moths drop one by one to cover cuts on Odette's legs and obscure mud-water splotches patterning her skirts. They rest at the bases of her fingers like heaving white jewels on rings lighter than air.
It was one of the occasions when Lymond asleep wrecked the peace of mind of more people than Lymond awake.
Lysimachus: Did you go to 't so young? Were you a gamester at five or at seven?
Marina: Earlier too, sir, if now I be one.
...causing her eyes to bulge and her tongue to flick from behind her luscious lips, scaring away insects." - Amok 2015
Neatly at its foot, a gauze. I hear her gargling in the bathroom. My hands and feet are blue from the cold and I cannot see through the window for the frost and icicles. When Ana Iris starts
So weenybeenyveenyteeny.
As they came together in a rush of steel and shadow, he could hear Lyanna screaming. "Eddard!" she called. A storm of rose petals blew across a blood-streaked sky, as blue as the eyes of death. "Lord Eddard," Lyanna called again. "I promise," he whispered. "Lya, I promise
Hyt is not al golde that glareth.
Narcotic greens narcotic greens like reeling firmaments disclose in their appearing randomness the sweetest means that you or she or any wandering Thales might choose to be wonder-struck with at the moment when we die
All philosophers should end their days at Pythia's feet. There is only one philosophy, that of unique moments.
Lepidopterists give the noun a gerund's push toward the verb, and say that butterflies are nectaring ...
Calligraphy, a spiritual art that has been forgotten in favor of an emotionless keyboard.
Soundless speechless sorties of life.
Childish and slender creature! It seemed as if a linnet had hopped to my foot and proposed to bear me on its tiny wing.
As Livia dug her keys out of her pocket, she saw that Blake had been to her car.
It was covered with little bits of nature: long blades of grass, twigs, and stones. When she got closer she saw more. Blake had used the flora to spell sorry over and over on the hood. And the roof. And the trunk.
Shew me a lyer, and I'le shew thee a theefe.
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space
Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,
That neither by hir wordes ne hir face
Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence,
Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
I feel the fluttering
of dragonflies - summer creatures
that have no use for words.
Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi
Livia, you make the rest of the beautiful things in the world cry for even trying at all.
jessamine. Flowering
The other day, I tried to remember what was the word for 'dragonfly' and couldn't.
Chorus of women: [ ... ] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way.
Where everyone else sees a straight line, you see a maze, and when I'm done talking to you, the maze starts to make more sense
Reply by Dove to Aly's silent inquiry
When I see Lemlem walking around New York City, it's just mind-boggling, because I know it came from this one man sitting and weaving this little product.
Hermy-own-ninny.-- J.k. Rowling
Birdy never felt artistic inclination when armed with a marking implement. What came to her were words, always words, commentary and criticism and correction and simple vocabulary curios; she scratched a few of them on the smooth red wall.
Labrinth is a super talented singer, producer, songwriter from London.
Olympism is not a system - it is a state of mind. This state of mind has emerged from a double cult: that of effort and that of Eurythmy - a taste of excess and a taste of measure combined.
Lymond, released, flung his head back and, viewing his winnings, gave them solemn dispensation to descend for the space of the dance. He asked for and obtained some chalk, and set to marking his and Mat's property where the cross was most obvious and the whim most appreciated.
The barberry berry sticks on the small hedge,
cold slits the same crease in the finger,
the same thorn hurts. The leaf repeats the lesson.
Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.
The letters Y, E and S danced on my tongue and shimmied between my teeth.
Overhead, the glass envelope of the Insomnia Balloon is malfunctioning. It blinks on and off at arrhythmic intervals, making the world go gray:black, gray:black. In the distance, a knot of twisted trees flashes like cerebral circuitry.
Luna Sea's music moves quickly but intelligibly, with a darkly frenetic, creative energy.
The windy satisfaction of the tongue.
titillate an ocelot?' Answer: 'Oscillate its tit a lot.
Sounds buzz around me, and I'm sure the painted dragonflies have come loose from the frieze on our walls to flap their wings in my ears, making my skin prickle and crawl as tides of sickness wash me away.
If you wish to make Pythocles rich, do not add to his store of money, but subtract from his desires.
I never know the heron as it flies at first. What is the slow, wide-winged figure in the sky? Then I see it, like a word in a foreign language, like seeing one's own name written in a strange alphabet and recognizing it, I say it: the heron.
The Strandbeest is a self-replicating meme, a brain virus. It infects the student's brain. In fact, the Strandbeest abuse students for their reproduction. For two years, this reproduction fell into a flow acceleration. Now, 3D printers produce walking mini Strandbeests.
That's an L, as in love, and I love you more than I'll ever be able to tell you with words. I want to tell you in other ways. In the way I kiss you. In the way I touch you. In the way I hold you. Won't you let me say it my way, just once? - Swift to Amy
Piers took a leisurely look at Linnet. There was the beauty, sure enough. But it didn't detract from the intelligence in her eyes. And in his opinion the slightly cynical lilt in her voice just made her all the more beautiful, as if Aphrodite had been crossed with Athena.
StocktontoMalone
Lymond's behaviour, as always, went to the limits of polite usage and then hurtled off into space.
This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind 20 In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck.
What is it?' asked Rincewind.
'Oh, just the picture you took in the temple.'
Rincewind looked in horror. There, bordered by a few glimpses of tentacle, was a huge, whorled, callused, potion-stained and unfocused thumb.
'That's the story of my life,' he said wearily.
Slowly my body grows a single sound, slowly I become a bell, an oval, disembodied vowel, I grow, an owl, an aureole, white fire
poesia Metamorfosi, I. Luna
This great purple butterfly,
In the prison of my hands,
Has a learning in his eye
Not a poor fool understands.
Bringing Thoughts 2 Life
Wamblecropt is the most exquisite word in the English language. Say it. Each syllable is intolerably beautiful.
No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world ... full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.
The twelve months ...
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy.
somethingological
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
Have you ever observed a humming-bird moving about in an aerial dance among the flowers
a living prismatic gem that changes its colour with every change of position.
I stole the y, and what was yours is now ours.Stole-- Jarod Kintz
Raveand Rhamnusia, Goddes of Dispyte,' said Lymond acidly. 'I am trying to get you home, vide the shiten shepherd and the clene shepe, with your woolly chops spotless. The only drawback to date is that the bloody sheep is going to have to carry the shepherd, so far as I can see.
Ale Perez What happened to your right hand?
TCKeller hucky made me finger-spell supercalifragilisticexpialidocious untill he got it right. it took an hour and a half. i still can't hold a fork. what's the favour.
We Got Llamas!" Odd words to see in neon.
Lisp has all the visual appeal of oatmeal with fingernail clippings mixed in.
The other day I was playing Scrabble. I saw that I could close the space in D-E- -Y. I had an N and an F. Which do you think I chose? What was the word I made?
Whether the darken'd room to muse invite, Or whiten'd wall provoke the skew'r to write; In durance, exile, Bedlam, or the Mint, Like Lee or Budgel I will rhyme and print.
My blood singing as it courses through my body,
Wherever you go in life, you will feel somewhere over your shoulder a pink, castellated shimmering presence, the domes and riggings and crooked pinacles of the Serenissima
pencils racing across paper, a sound I like." Marisol
the sweet drone of honeysuckle thickening the
What is sweeter than lettered ease?
The lye clinging in the exact shape of Tyler's kiss is a bonfire or a branding iron or an atomic pile meltdown on my hand at the end of a long, long road I picture miles away from me. Tyler tells me to come back and be with him. My hand is leaving, tiny and on the horizon at the end of the road.
Daemon spoke in his language. The lyrical quality of his words made no sense to me.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"There's really no translation for it," he said, "but the closest human words would be, you are beautiful to me.
When I make love to you, Lanie, I want you to feel every inch of me buried deep inside of you, loving you, worshiping your body ...
And L-M-N-O-P is not one letter, but five. It took me forever to figure that out.
When wombats do inspire/I strike my disused lyre
The intricate gears of her mind ticki<>ng>ngng> silently at no one, thoughts pi<>ng>ngng>i<>ng>ngng> the closed windows like a trapped bee. p. 251
No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like-she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell "creature" with a double "e"?