“Clara, what’s going on?” said Michael, unable to believe his eyes. “Clara?”
She could not hear him. Her presence was strictly physical; her mind was somewhere else. This could be why she seemed unaware that she was floating just above ground, or that she seemed ignorant to the fact that she was emitting a bright light.
“Clara, please,” Michael pleaded, “open your eyes!”
He tried to approach her, but the flickering light, like a brilliant, white flame, kept him back and forced him to shield his own eyes.
She was glowing as she walked into the room that day. Her face was practically golden. She didn’t know what was coming next, but she knew she could handle it. She knew she could handle anything life threw at her. Life was about to test that theory.
GLowing green white. She held the firefly in her open hand smiling down at it; its glow lit up her face in a soft green light. She looked so old and so childlike at the same time.
The glow in the woods grew brighter until Sasha could no longer bear standing near the edge. She grabbed onto Misha’s arm and pulled him off the path.
“Hey, what gives?” he whined.
“We’ve got to get in there. Mum’s waiting for us.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING? THAT THING IS GOING TO KILL US, AND YOU WANT TO GO IN?”
“Would you rather go home without getting the pie?”
This is the cheeks of a bride, a winner, the person on the podium, the flourescent fish in the ocean, the color yellow at night lit from underneath and it has the word low in it and it’s happening but mostly it’s just something about a color that cannot quite be pinned down, a quality that seems warm but probably an Alaskan village at night could also be glowing.
Whenever I see my boyfriend…… he just glows. His smile is vibrant, he has the this thing about him that just makes him shine. He really brightens up my day whenever I am down just because he is so positive. I love him
The pavement was glowing from the rain. I stood standing there for three hours trying to understand what had happened. All those involved in the fight were either gone or to injured to move.
glowing..love seriously does make me glow ! d love of my parents..my dearests ! luv u guys ! nd most importantly my brother..m so lucky to be ur lil sis dada ! luv u ! miss u !
Glow worms ar weird. I mean, they are. I haven’t really seen a glow worm before, but I’ve seen if off of the movie. “James and the Giant Peach”. It’d be fun to have one as a pet. What if it could make water glow! Like, what if people drank the water, and then we started glowing!
She had a look on her face that said more than any word or sentence could describe. It was pure bliss, true happiness, and sh had this aura of amazement. The light was inside of her tonight, you see. She had sucked up the sun, and was now the reason my whole world revolved. My girl.
her face was unmistakably glowing, lea could tell. she just couldn’t face the truth: that no one she had trusted and nothing she had known could’ve changed the shape of things to come.
it glowed so beautifully, like sunshine after a downpour. As she came through the light i saw her for the first time – so beautiful it took your breath away. And now she was mine. My Girl. and i was so proud. then i saw her eyes – black as night, and a shiver flew down my spine….
The inner light that is found inside of us when we accept Jesus into our lives and hearts glows with a gleaming brilliance. It is beyond understanding.
it seems a lightglowing in the ditnce as my heart rises withurs the glow around us falls as we depart for i am hurt now for im alone an have nothing with out you for i feel happy when i hear your voice but i miss you every secend your gone.
We’ve lost that glow, the spark that makes us. We’ve given our glow to the blue LED lights that cut through the darkness, in our darkness we pay homage to these false idols.
bright stars eyes moon. I wish everything glowed. I love that time of night where it seems everything is not only illuminated but enlightened. I want to glow like I always have a secret.
Fireflies. Summertime. She’s running around, trying to catch fireflies. Like we’re little kids. That’s how she makes me feel. And these little bugs, there one second and gone the next. Shiny, beautiful little bursts of light. She’s my burst of light. And like those summer night bugs, she’s always coming back.
The object in my line of sight was glowing with a radiance I had seen since the Virgin Mary knocked on my door selling Avon products. I was speechless with wonder.
I buff and polish and purchase more shit to rub into my skin and they just breeze by with their youth and vigor. Their cheeks radiating joy, sex, innocence, health; glowing with hope untarnished by reality.
there she was, looking up at me with those eyes. light misted around the windows, as though brought there by a kind of haze. i could remember her eyes but not her face. why was that? every other detail, down to the length of each fingernail, perfect and complete. but her face was somehow, lost to me.
outside, it had begun to rain. i loved how it did that, light sifting gently through the flowing droplets, cleaning everything out as though it could somehow cleanse us.
I think that a lot of things can glow. It can be a pregnant woman, a candle, a lamp, a sunset, a simply happy kid. But glowing means something visual, at the same time as something that indicates a feeling. it brings together feeling and vision.
Her hair was shining in the sun and her skin was glowing. She radiated life and he thought he was looking at an angel. She was no angel but her sweet smile captivated him in such a way that he could hardly breath.
What was her name? he wondered.
She walked into the room; there was something unnerving about her- something that made everyone stop breathing. Her smile that night could stop an army of a thousand men in their tracks. So many other women had a night to call their own. Tonight was hers. Tonight, she had every right to be radiant.
She was worried when he said she was looking exceptionally glowing. She put her hand on her stomach to try and calm herself down. He would leave if she told him. And she didn’t know what to do about that. But at least, she didn’t have to do anything about it…yet.
The glow from the candle was the only light in the room as the seventeen-year-old closed the door behind her, setting down at the desk in the corner with the candle on it. The cabin that she lived in with her parents, with her family, was a great comfort to her, and it was always her escape from the rest of society, if only for a little while.
This orb over my body hangs by threadless thread. Returning into me at the apex. Am I suddenly Iron Man in my suit of gold and hot rod red? No. Simply radiating warmth and a sense of self deeper than my conscious mind knows, I stand up and move on with my day.
the street lights glow during dusk, waiting for the ambient noise of footsteps, but they never arrive. Dawn has come, and yet still no sound. Look left, look right, still nothing.
The glowing feeling inside of her was the only thing keeping her going through her dark life at this point now. She knew he’d see her again, and until that point, until they could see each other again, the glowing feeling, the light in her heart, would have to keep her going. It was all she had anymore, besides her job. She didn’t mind it, though.
glowing – in the dark, maybe. Like fireflies. I saw fireflies once, with the Maori in New Zealand, which is as wonderful as it sounds. they were like little dancing lights in the dark – and it was just magic! or it can mean sweaty. But fireflies are much more romantic.
“Clara, what’s going on?” said Michael, unable to believe his eyes. “Clara?”
She could not hear him. Her presence was strictly physical; her mind was somewhere else. This could be why she seemed unaware that she was floating just above ground, or that she seemed ignorant to the fact that she was emitting a bright light.
“Clara, please,” Michael pleaded, “open your eyes!”
He tried to approach her, but the flickering light, like a brilliant, white flame, kept him back and forced him to shield his own eyes.
She was glowing as she walked into the room that day. Her face was practically golden. She didn’t know what was coming next, but she knew she could handle it. She knew she could handle anything life threw at her. Life was about to test that theory.
GLowing green white. She held the firefly in her open hand smiling down at it; its glow lit up her face in a soft green light. She looked so old and so childlike at the same time.
That glow, let it glow, let it smolder.
The glow in the woods grew brighter until Sasha could no longer bear standing near the edge. She grabbed onto Misha’s arm and pulled him off the path.
“Hey, what gives?” he whined.
“We’ve got to get in there. Mum’s waiting for us.”
“ARE YOU KIDDING? THAT THING IS GOING TO KILL US, AND YOU WANT TO GO IN?”
“Would you rather go home without getting the pie?”
This is the cheeks of a bride, a winner, the person on the podium, the flourescent fish in the ocean, the color yellow at night lit from underneath and it has the word low in it and it’s happening but mostly it’s just something about a color that cannot quite be pinned down, a quality that seems warm but probably an Alaskan village at night could also be glowing.
Whenever I see my boyfriend…… he just glows. His smile is vibrant, he has the this thing about him that just makes him shine. He really brightens up my day whenever I am down just because he is so positive. I love him
a little light coming from somewhere to give people the vision. Last hope it is sometimes.
The pavement was glowing from the rain. I stood standing there for three hours trying to understand what had happened. All those involved in the fight were either gone or to injured to move.
glowing..love seriously does make me glow ! d love of my parents..my dearests ! luv u guys ! nd most importantly my brother..m so lucky to be ur lil sis dada ! luv u ! miss u !
Glow worms ar weird. I mean, they are. I haven’t really seen a glow worm before, but I’ve seen if off of the movie. “James and the Giant Peach”. It’d be fun to have one as a pet. What if it could make water glow! Like, what if people drank the water, and then we started glowing!
She had a look on her face that said more than any word or sentence could describe. It was pure bliss, true happiness, and sh had this aura of amazement. The light was inside of her tonight, you see. She had sucked up the sun, and was now the reason my whole world revolved. My girl.
her face was unmistakably glowing, lea could tell. she just couldn’t face the truth: that no one she had trusted and nothing she had known could’ve changed the shape of things to come.
it glowed so beautifully, like sunshine after a downpour. As she came through the light i saw her for the first time – so beautiful it took your breath away. And now she was mine. My Girl. and i was so proud. then i saw her eyes – black as night, and a shiver flew down my spine….
The inner light that is found inside of us when we accept Jesus into our lives and hearts glows with a gleaming brilliance. It is beyond understanding.
it seems a lightglowing in the ditnce as my heart rises withurs the glow around us falls as we depart for i am hurt now for im alone an have nothing with out you for i feel happy when i hear your voice but i miss you every secend your gone.
at night i get a glowing braclet and dance around
I see a light at the end of the tunnel. It is a bright glowing light. Im kind of scared to go near it so im just gonna turn around and go home.(:
It’s glowing in the dark. Glowing is a bright color that stands out only in the dark. I love glowing.
We did this project in Digital Design. We got a picture of us and we made around us glowing. I used orange and red.
She looked up at the brilliantly glowing shooting star and made her wish…She hoped it would someday come true…
Glowing in their case, the mineral samples showed me the way. I knew, once, that all I needed was wonder to urge me through the unknown.
lights light up the night sky so bright. today i woke up and i dont feel right. how could i let you blind me. your gold cant out sine me.
We’ve lost that glow, the spark that makes us. We’ve given our glow to the blue LED lights that cut through the darkness, in our darkness we pay homage to these false idols.
bright stars eyes moon. I wish everything glowed. I love that time of night where it seems everything is not only illuminated but enlightened. I want to glow like I always have a secret.
The sun is glowing off the skin of a bird that should have feathers but will never. This bird needs to go somewhere.
Fireflies. Summertime. She’s running around, trying to catch fireflies. Like we’re little kids. That’s how she makes me feel. And these little bugs, there one second and gone the next. Shiny, beautiful little bursts of light. She’s my burst of light. And like those summer night bugs, she’s always coming back.
The object in my line of sight was glowing with a radiance I had seen since the Virgin Mary knocked on my door selling Avon products. I was speechless with wonder.
I buff and polish and purchase more shit to rub into my skin and they just breeze by with their youth and vigor. Their cheeks radiating joy, sex, innocence, health; glowing with hope untarnished by reality.
there she was, looking up at me with those eyes. light misted around the windows, as though brought there by a kind of haze. i could remember her eyes but not her face. why was that? every other detail, down to the length of each fingernail, perfect and complete. but her face was somehow, lost to me.
outside, it had begun to rain. i loved how it did that, light sifting gently through the flowing droplets, cleaning everything out as though it could somehow cleanse us.
One day, my skin may glow like the teeth of a lion in Africa at sunset. Raindrop in a street of Rome tomorrow at dawn – wake up!
I think that a lot of things can glow. It can be a pregnant woman, a candle, a lamp, a sunset, a simply happy kid. But glowing means something visual, at the same time as something that indicates a feeling. it brings together feeling and vision.
Her hair was shining in the sun and her skin was glowing. She radiated life and he thought he was looking at an angel. She was no angel but her sweet smile captivated him in such a way that he could hardly breath.
What was her name? he wondered.
She walked into the room; there was something unnerving about her- something that made everyone stop breathing. Her smile that night could stop an army of a thousand men in their tracks. So many other women had a night to call their own. Tonight was hers. Tonight, she had every right to be radiant.
She was worried when he said she was looking exceptionally glowing. She put her hand on her stomach to try and calm herself down. He would leave if she told him. And she didn’t know what to do about that. But at least, she didn’t have to do anything about it…yet.
The glow from the candle was the only light in the room as the seventeen-year-old closed the door behind her, setting down at the desk in the corner with the candle on it. The cabin that she lived in with her parents, with her family, was a great comfort to her, and it was always her escape from the rest of society, if only for a little while.
This orb over my body hangs by threadless thread. Returning into me at the apex. Am I suddenly Iron Man in my suit of gold and hot rod red? No. Simply radiating warmth and a sense of self deeper than my conscious mind knows, I stand up and move on with my day.
the street lights glow during dusk, waiting for the ambient noise of footsteps, but they never arrive. Dawn has come, and yet still no sound. Look left, look right, still nothing.
The glowing feeling inside of her was the only thing keeping her going through her dark life at this point now. She knew he’d see her again, and until that point, until they could see each other again, the glowing feeling, the light in her heart, would have to keep her going. It was all she had anymore, besides her job. She didn’t mind it, though.
glowing – in the dark, maybe. Like fireflies. I saw fireflies once, with the Maori in New Zealand, which is as wonderful as it sounds. they were like little dancing lights in the dark – and it was just magic! or it can mean sweaty. But fireflies are much more romantic.
Lights in the city are always shining, lighting up the sky with the different colors of everyday life.