Lauren Kate Quotes

All I've ever wanted to do is darken the day and brighten the night.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intentions.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

The most important thing in the face is the eyes, and if you can make the eyes talk, you're halfway there.

It's true about the eyes being the window to the soul. Your face can be etched with worry, and twisted by ageing, but the eyes tell the true story of who you are.

Hi. My name is Debby, and I am a storyteller. I don't think of myself as an actress. I am more like a face that takes words on a page, and puts them in front of your eyes.

The eyes are the windows of your soul, and when you're acting, they're one of your most important instruments. Especially for close-ups!

The sun is gone, but I have a light.

All architecture is great architecture after sunset; perhaps architecture is really a nocturnal art, like the art of fireworks.

If I had something to say about my lyrics, I would say they were about different subjects concerning the darkness and the night.

Full brows frame and accentuate your eyes, so you can get away with wearing less liner and mascara.

The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.

A great cause of the night is lack of the sun.

We danced too wild, and we sang too long, and we hugged too hard, and we kissed too sweet, and howled just as loud as we wanted to howl, because by now we were all old enough to know that what looks like crazy on an ordinary day looks a lot like love if you catch it in the moonlight.

In the midst of the happiness they brought there was always a lurking shadow. The shadow of incompatibility; of the impossibility of being at once bound and free. The garden breeds a longing for the wild; the wild a homesickness for the garden.

Then I noticed that my shadow was crying too, shedding clear, sharp shadow tears. Have you ever seen the shadows of tears, Mr. Wind-Up Bird? They’re nothing like ordinary shadows. Nothing at all. They come here from some other, distant world, especially for our hearts. Or maybe not. It struck me then that the tears my shadow was shedding might be the real thing, and the tears that I was shedding were just shadows. You don’t get it, I’m sure, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. When a naked seventeen-year-old girl is shedding tears in the moonlight, anything can happen. It’s true.

I like this word decadent; all shimmering and purple and gold.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

After nightfall the face of the country seems to alter marvelously, and the clear moonlight only intensifies the change. The river gleams like running quicksilver, and the moonbeams play over the grassy stretches of the plateaus...The Bad Lands seem to be stranger and wilder than ever, the silvery rays turning the country into a kind of grim fairyland.

At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun. And the trees in the Shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten, And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.

I have been meditating on the very great pleasure which a pair of fine eyes in the face of a pretty woman can bestow.

Actually, I do happen to resemble a hallucination. Kindly note my silhouette in the moonlight." The cat climbed into the shaft of moonlight and wanted to keep talking but was asked to be quiet. "Very well, I shall be silent," he replied, "I shall be a silent hallucination.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.