Light Sentence Examples
She handed him a light blue shirt.
I put out the light by the bed.
He flipped on the light and Lisa turned to get some coffee cups.
Carmen turned the light off and shut the door.
Carmen read to her from a book for a few minutes until she fell asleep and then turned the light off.
What if a ray of light should flash through the darkened chambers of my soul?
He turned out the light.
The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
He groped around in the dim light, but could not find any way of escape.
But this one is too light, it's not becoming!
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There was a light step behind her, and then Allen's eyes widened as his attention shifted to a point behind her.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
The national weather forecast on television was calling for light snow in Arkansas.
No wonder he didn't see the light.
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In spite of his size, his steps were light, as if he chose every one carefully.
A light tap sounded at the door.
A new light came into her face.
Alex wore a light blue sweater that accentuated his dark complexion and Jonathan was dressed likewise.
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She turned off the light and pulled the covers up.
I was light as a feather back then.
She crawled out of bed, snapping on the light as her stocking feet hit the floor.
I cursed myself for not bringing a flashlight as I felt around the walls for a light switch.
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All at once a light flashed out from the tower.
Curtains shut out the light.
A dark form moved at the edge of the tree line and when she shined the flashlight in that direction, the light reflected off more than one pair of eyes.
He sat up and turned on the light.
By the time she reached the top of the stairs, tiny flecks of light were dancing across her vision.
The light green scrubs made his long features look sallow and the pale blue eyes that fixed on her seemed more tired than interested.
He had blue eyes like Katie, and light colored hair.
I'm just … waiting for the green light.
Something about him touched her on a level that left her feeling at peace, as if he, too, understood what it was to face death each day and struggle to see the light instead of the surrounding darkness.
The half moon.s light made the snow-covered forest glow eerily.
Outside the circle of light lay a small form, and a sweep of the flashlight revealed fur with copper highlights.
The forms were getting braver, darting out from the trees and then retreating when she flashed the light in that direction.
The light was dim, and soon they mounted into total darkness, so that the Wizard was obliged to get out his lanterns to light the way.
But this enabled them to proceed steadily until they came to a landing where there was a rift in the side of the mountain that let in both light and air.
Hearing these words our friends turned in the direction of the sound, and the Wizard held his lanterns so that their light would flood one of the little pockets in the rock.
The moon rose, and by its light he could see the dim form of the church tower, far away.
It was so light that he could see the moonlight reflected from the metal harness disks and from the eyes of the horses, who looked round in alarm at the noisy party under the shadow of the porch roof.
It is a ray of light in the darkness, a shade between sadness and despair, showing the possibility of consolation.
Even at ten o'clock, when the Rostovs got out of their carriage at the chapel, the sultry air, the shouts of hawkers, the light and gay summer clothes of the crowd, the dusty leaves of the trees on the boulevard, the sounds of the band and the white trousers of a battalion marching to parade, the rattling of wheels on the cobblestones, and the brilliant, hot sunshine were all full of that summer languor, that content and discontent with the present, which is most strongly felt on a bright, hot day in town.
His step was light as he crossed the room and gently lifted Tammy into his arms.
She stopped at a light and glanced at a shop to her right where some people were standing around talking.
Clouds drifted away from a full moon, drenching the patio with soft lunar light.
She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim light.
Flipping a light on, he guided them to a corner and pulled the cloth from a painting.
Bordeaux stood and moved around the fire, careful to keep outside the circle of light.
His pupils were contracted by the bright sunlight and his light green eyes contrasted sharply with his bronze tan.
It feels warm today, but I always keep a light jacket in my saddle bags.
One arm tightened around her in a light hug, and then he released her, striding away after a screwdriver.
A sliver of light under Cade's door suggested he was already awake.
When she crawled into bed and turned off the light, the night sky performed a fireworks display in the distance.
She threw the pillow over her head, drawing the light blanket up against her chin.
The light was coming from under a closed door at the end of a hallway.
Here, some light vial the living room picture window provided a faint outline of fixtures and furniture.
She'd wasted her first day of light.
Gabriel squinted, unaccustomed to so much light after all his years in the underworld.
They're pretty light on their feet for being so big.
His gaze went to the Oracle, who had shed no light on what was going on in his underworld.
The figure's arm was raised to block the blinding light.
He stood and headed for the door, shutting off the light as he left his home office.
I have a light schedule today anyway... nothing that can't wait.
Around the tree by the pond, daffodils tipped their trumpets away from the light breeze.
Another vehicle came down the hill, a red flashing light attached to the top.
Specks of light flashed in her eyes and then her knees gave way.
He was on light duty, working only with small animals; and part time.
In the dim light it was hard to tell what his expression was.
Infected by the terror in his voice, she sat up and flipped on the light.
His tone became light.
The stranger's kiss was light, his full lips warm and soft.
Gabe saw the screen light up with a text message.
The Atlanta night was muggy and dark; a thin layer of smog trapped the city's light and made the sky glow an eerie yellow-orange.
Sensitive to the light after years in the underworld, his head felt like it was going to explode.
She laughed, waiting for the light to change so she could cross the street.
She couldn't remember seeing his chiseled features in full light without being drunk or terrified.
The light from the water was bright enough to show who stood on the opposite shore, caught in what looked like a lover's embrace.
Wynn's gaze was on the figures across the lake, his impassive features bathed in green light.
His kiss on her temple was light.
The lake blinked out for a second, the light gone completely, then blinked back on, this time much, much dimmer.
He'd always known the source of Death's magic was the souls, but he'd never seen his predecessor wield the light of the souls.
He said nothing, even as the last finger of light faded from the horizon and starlight replaced the sun.
She stood on a covered landing of a fortress made of black stones overlooking a parched desert beneath dual suns too faded to provide anything other than indirect light.
It was light enough that she felt naked, especially with the cut that left her back, arms and shoulders completely exposed.
There was no way for her to measure the size of the chamber, for the darkness inside was more impenetrable than night, with the exception of a circle of light ten meters from the door.
She focused on the chart he held up to the light.
You let me see my Gabriel in a whole new light.
The light flashed away, leaving her in blackness studded with dim bulbs.
The light returned to her eyes, and she bit her tongue to keep from griping.
The placards on each of the other doors were blank, the doors closed with no sign of light around the edges.
He was in black, unaffected by the cold or the light settling over him, outlining him like glitter on black construction paper.
She groped for the nearest light and flipped it on, unsettled by the man even in the warm lamplight.
There were dark circles beneath her light eyes, her hair was in a half-assed lumpy ponytail, and her face was so pale and drawn, she looked ill.
She looked from the computer screen to the phone with the flashing red light.
Another boom, another flash of light outside the window, another shudder as the building struggled to stand upright.
The rocket slammed into an ambulance parked in front of Andre's, the brilliant explosion throwing heat and light that reached her on what she estimated was the twentieth floor.
She wanted to see what the beast looked like, what kind of monster he'd be, yet knew if she saw him in full light, he was on his way to kill her.
He disappeared into one without turning on the light.
She trailed, groping around the wall nearest the door until she found a light switch.
He guided her through the fog, and they emerged in a dark room with the light of streetlamps filtering through two windows across what looked another hotel room.
He didn't answer but crossed to a window and flipped on a light.
It was her dream all over, the flashes of light, darkness and blood, the scent of sulfur and death.
The room was more welcoming than she expected, the stone walls covered and smoothed with Sheetrock painted a light green and edged with pumpkin orange.
Megan helped and stacked socks and underwear in her pile and then brought her a light wool jacket, leather gloves, hat, and scarf.
The bedchamber was done up in pastels, soft rose drapes, light blue and green rugs, yellow pillows and highlights, which seemed to take the chill out of the stone walls.
The food was heavenly, the duck crisped to perfection in a light, tangy sauce, the vegetables still fresh.
It was dark, the spinning world lit by the kitchen and hallway light.
She was barely on her feet and debated whether or not she'd get up to turn off the light or fall asleep right there.
The fire had died down, and someone had turned off the light to her bathroom, rendering the room completely dark.
She left the bathroom light on and returned to her bed, chilled by the drafty chamber that was now hers.
Kris lit another torch to shed light on the murals on the floor.
The room consisted of a massive bed with black bedding and white pillows, a wardrobe and trunks, and yawning windows to the sky that light never touched.
Light exploded into his thoughts.
Hannah never traveled light, and there was no way of knowing what Kris was doing.
Gabriel.s small cottage was lit by a single candle that cast light on a collection of weapons along one wall and a few books on a bookshelf on another.
She walked to the door and pulled it open for Hannah in her straw-colored pants and light pink sweater.
He tore apart a demon and stood breathless, seeking his next opponent, only to see the body-strewn park was empty of living demons in the early morning light.
The first light of day filtered in through the small square window above her bed.
She flooded the studio with light, then pulled another blank canvas from the closet and perched it on her easel.
She gave him a "you're-incorrigible" look as she switched out the light.
She appeared in no hurry and was dressed in only in a light sweater.
She was dressed for spring in only a light sweater and glared at Dean as if he were a street mugger before surrendering her torn and ancient luggage.
Edith scrambled from the bed as Dean turned on the light.
The telephone in faraway Indiana rang, first in their agreed sequence, then twenty times before Dean gave up and turned out the light.
We'll keep it light.
Do you think you're capable of that, keeping it light?
She was light as a feather and moved freely with him.
Jackson took in the beauty of her body with the light of day.
It has the bay window, great natural light.
Jackson picked up the diamond and held it to the light.
He dropped a light kiss on her temple then sauntered to the bar.
He grabbed the hen by the wing and headed for a sliver of light shining through the coop door.
Her tone was light, but Josh scowled at her.
He was gazing down at her, their faces illuminated by light coming through the window in the door.
Alex was here... and he knew how to light a fire.
Those eyes were warm, reflecting a mood somewhere between sober and light humor.
In the glow of the dome light he glanced up at her.
The dome light went off as he shut the door.
The outline of the dairy was dim in the early dawn light, but the intermittent barking from Brutus was like a beacon.
Carmen woke to a dim light shinning through her bedroom window - only the window was in the wrong place - and the bed was hard.
This light banter was one of the things she had missed most about him - that and his confidence.
A light wind whispered across the grass and a cloud drifted over, blocking the sun from her face.
She opened the barn door and flipped on the light.
I was just getting off to sleep when you turned the light on.
She backed away slowly, flashing the light on the forms, and then ducked into the barn, grabbing a feed sack she remembered throwing beside the barn door.
As she emerged from the barn, one of the forms was nearing the circle of light.
She screamed at him and flashed the light in his eyes, but he wasn't impressed.
He squinted at his watch in the dim light.
She focused on the dim light of her microcomputer acting as a page marker in the antique book on her nightstand.
Roving searchlights splashed the Undersecretary with brilliant white light.
Nope. Just told the commo guy he wouldn't ever see the light of day again if he touched the commo pad.
The light around the doorframe went dark, and the three opened fire.
He turned to address Dan, when the sagging building behind them exploded into flames and light.
Heat then red light washed over them.
The facility was clean and elegant with crisp light emanating from glowing orbs on the walls.
Light flashed and Lana gave a strangled cry as the laser gun glanced off her wrist.
Her surroundings blurred into light and shadows, and she felt the sickening sense of falling off the cliff again.
The keypad lit up, and light spilled from a door that opened slowly.
Lana closed her eyes at the sudden light and heard him tearing something out of the ceiling.
When Kelli woke her, the warehouse was dark, except for the low light of lanterns like the one dangling from the ceiling into Lana's room.
Light filtered in from somewhere, and Rhyn tried to make sense of his surroundings.
I knew the sky was black, because all the heat, which meant light to me, had died out of the atmosphere.
This encouraged me greatly, and I sped on to the end of the ordeal with a light heart and a steady hand.
There was no light in my soul.
They did not know for some time after my recovery that the cruel fever had taken my sight and hearing; taken all the light and music and gladness out of my little life.
Suddenly an influx of light filled my house, though the evening was at hand, and the clouds of winter still overhung it, and the eaves were dripping with sleety rain.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
These were the questions each man of the troops on the high ground above the bridge involuntarily asked himself with a sinking heart--watching the bridge and the hussars in the bright evening light and the blue tunics advancing from the other side with their bayonets and guns.
The stone flipped back and forth, winking at her as it caught the light.
Suddenly, the room was ablaze with light.
There was no light in the back of the house and I didn't have a flashlight so I had trouble getting the key in the lock.
After I managed to get in I fished around for a light switch and found they didn't work.
So he saves fifty cents 'cause the night light isn't burning?
Traffic was light and Molly kept us entertained with her chatter.
My prison had only a kerosene lamp for light.
Now that it's light, the federal boys who are running this show are back to the drawing board.
We set about demolishing the table-like counter and had just completed it when our light began to fail.
Neither of us was proficient at using a saw and we'd managed only two rungs when exhaustion caught up with us and the light faded for permanently.
Molly woke me with a rib crushing hug as she pointed to a single star-like dot of light gloriously hanging above us!
More than a day followed until we'd chiseled, in ever increasing light, our precious opening.
The room was dark except for the light above Jonny's bed and the red and green lights dotting the machines keeping him alive.
Light strobed through cracks in the boards, and the sidewalks teemed with shady-looking characters dressed all in black.
Light spilled across the church as a door leading to the chambers in the rear opened.
Dusty surveyed the blackened ruins of the church in the grainy light of dawn.
Light glowed through the hazy window overhead.
The sheets were so fine and light they seemed to melt against her skin.
Even his hands were muscular, and she couldn't help comparing his light touch to Talon's brutal grip.
She shooed Sunny away from her half-eaten pancakes and paced the living room until light faded completely from the horizon.
He kissed her long and light, enjoying the sensations of her body as she became aroused.
He gave her a light kiss, unable to resist.
His bleached hair was disheveled, his eyes squinting at the hall light.
Dusty pushed the door opened and flipped on the light.
His light was off, a sign he'd been sleeping too hard to notice someone come in.
Instead they searched their surroundings wildly in the light of periodic lightning and the fire at the far end of the hall.
The Watcher clenched his teeth, green eyes flaring with light and spinning before he regained his temper.
Her father stood in the doorway of the house, framed against the light of the foyer.
Warm light flooded the cold room, and her breath caught.
Darian's power had grown; the air of the room shimmered, and light and dark alike warped in the space around Darian.
She crept in and turned on a light, relieved when it worked.
His first kiss was light, as if he were testing her.
His hands were rough and calloused, but his touch was light and opened the comforting flow of energy between them.
Light and dark seemed to bend to avoid him, leaving a haze around his body.
The light faded from the vamp's eyes, and it slid to the ground.
Now there was life and light in his eyes, even if he wasn't quite the man Jule remembered.
The pot-bellied stove crackled with burning wood, and a light in the corner made the cottage feel even cozier.
Her green eyes pierced him to the core, and a light flush spread across her skin.
The Watcher disappeared in a flicker of light.
Jenn heard Jonny's door close, and the sound woke her from her light sleep.
The windows of the compound at the peak of the mountain were protected by film to keep light from leaking out.
Only the reflection of the white snow and grey sky provided light once she stepped outside.
The day dawned cloudy and cold with a light rain that chilled her after ten minutes.
She was soon soaked by a light drizzle and stretched to keep her stiffening muscles warm.
He gathered his power, and an orb of light formed in his hands.
Light rippled through the clouds.
Light poured in from a large window, and a fan overhead made the curtains flutter.
The Texas sun was gentle, and Yully enjoyed the light breeze and warmth after the Irish autumn.
He disappeared in a wink of light.
Do they know what makes you allergic to light and eat raw steaks covered in peanut butter for every meal?
When she retreated to the bathroom, she flipped on the light, cringed, but forced herself to stare at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.
Her headache was now a migraine, and she shielded her eyes against the light from the street that filtered past her honeycomb blinds.
The Watcher nodded and disappeared in a wink of light.
She pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, hiding her face from the light.
Her hand dropped from her eyes to reveal a furry, fanged monster from a nightmare framed against the light.
He opened the windows, which did little to shed light into the stone room with its masculine, black décor.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
She emerged into the bright light of a warm December afternoon and began to melt.
Her eyes were swollen and red, the silver glowing in the dim light of the room.
Light from the hidden hall filled the wine cellar.
Han slammed the door open, and she squeezed her eyes closed, expecting the light from the hallway to hurt her.
A light knock at his door distracted him from both painful thoughts.
She shook out the sexual energy running through her and turned on a light, not wanting to be alone in the dark while the dead man in her thoughts began to sob once more.
She waited until they stopped and the full light of day streamed into her room before heading to the kitchen.
She flipped on the light and opened the dress box.
Pierre spoke from her doorway, framed against the light of the hall.
Damian closed his eyes to the heat and light, tormented by his brother's death and his own cowardice.
Two bowed his head, and the green-eyed man was gone in a sparkle of light.
In a gentle flicker of light, he was gone.
As he spoke, he continued the light stroke of one thumb and trailed a finger down the side of her face and traced her jaw.
Wynn was looking at her again, an odd light in his eyes.
The light in his eyes was response enough.
The light in his eyes was like that in Wynn's, one she couldn't place.
The dual sub orbs were dim, casting a sickly light over Hell.
A reason why she was the only light in a very dark place.
The air was hot and dry, the two suns too dim to shed much light into the black fortress.
The familiar light appeared.
Darkyn didn't back down, and the light of lust flared in his gaze.
The single cone of light flickered on the dripping stone, casting yellow dancing goblins in its shadowy glow as the pair stumbled forward.
For a moment her heart leapt, fearful their light had died permanently, trapping them in this awful place.
She cried out as he turned yet another corner and his fading yellow light receded into darkness.
Then the light started dimming.
It all has to do with the light.
He held it closer to his light.
It was still light enough to see across the gorge when an opening in the trees allowed, but the long swing to the far end of valley was away from the direction the vehicle had driven and blocked from sight by the curve of the canyon.
He hooked the light to his belt where it swung in an eerie arc, casting jumping shadows on the rock-strewn slope and yellow streaks into nothingness.
He could see tears streaking down her face in the glow of his light.
The next eruption, and the one after it, gave insufficient light to help, but then a multiple display hung in the sky like a full moon, giving time for his eyes to search left and right.
He had turned to check Lydia's light above him when another display followed.
Without the light in front of him, his progress was brief pictures taken by the flashes from the sky.
There was no verbal reply—only a returning wave of her light.
He yelled a response and blinked his light.
As if in celebration, the fireworks ended in a fury of light and muffled noise.
You're a little light on free time yourself.
There followed a call from Groucho, whose name Dean learned was Coleridge, telling of a report that the Boyd pair was sighted in Kansas, stopped for a tail light violation on Sunday afternoon.
She popped open her halter, nearly spilling the contents, and took out her cigarettes, but didn't light one.
Dean biked to the jail in the failing light of the July evening.
She was no more than a silhouette in the pale light.
Dean felt the wall behind him for a light switch.
It can't do any harm and it may shed light on his intentions.
Not much beyond that, because, as she put it, she and Caleb didn't stick around 'cause the light went out almost at once.
He continued to grope his way forward until the first turn in the tunnel closed off what little light spilled in from the entrance.
Suddenly, a light appeared, not from before but behind him.
I remembered the flash light in the Jeep, from the last time.
They were nearly there, though no other light except their own was visible.
He had the only light.
The colors of the mortal world were brilliant, the light in her bedchamber blinding her.
Light flared suddenly behind her, and she turned curiously.
The world faded into shadow and light then into an uncomfortable darkness, not quite sleep but not consciousness either.
One minute, he was admiring the light of anger in her eyes.
Gabriel left the portal and blinked at the bright light of Tamer's study.
She reached up and shut off the light, crawling back under the covers.
Would the deity shed light on what Gabriel was doing wrong?
A light knock at the door made her stop in place.
He'd never viewed the Code in this light, as more than his master.
She opened her eyes when the light pressure of his fingers left her face.
He was out of place, a bright light in the corner of the dimly lit room, dressed casually in jeans, T-shirt and hiking boots.
She tucked the creature in her hands under one arm and left the small room for a long corridor in similar dark grey which glowed more brightly from indistinguishable light sources.
She trailed her fingers down a wall, smiling when she saw soft glimmers light up beneath her touch, trail her fingers a short distance, and blink out.
That they were going to some other planet millions of light years from earth because Romas knew a few good men they'd like to hook her up with?
A yellowish glow emitted from some unseen light source in the grey walls reminded her of a late winter afternoon that never ended.
A flicker of light, and the clothing appeared on a slate grey slab serving as a bench near the door.
A light, warm breeze brushed her cheek.
Romas's people were fair skinned with light hair in varying shades of blond and red.
She took in their bright clothing, glad she thought to wear light blue today.
They stood in front of an airy, light tent resembling a silk sheet suspended in midair over a table.
A man and a woman in their prime stood before them, and the light murmuring of the crowd hushed.
She raised her bracelet to the light, watching the colors reflect off of it and turning it pinkish-gold, like the prisoner's bracelet.
They broke free of the house into the dark night on a side of the house far from the light and merriment of the party.
They hovered through the air, at last reaching one of the ships, where a doorway yawned open to reveal the damp yellow light and grey corridors beyond.
It was light, a curved grey sword made of the same material as the beds and spaceships.
The man A'Ran fought was more than a foot taller, with light skin and black hair resembling one of the observers.
She lifted her head from her desk and blinked, the first fingers of dawn rendering the light of the room grainy and grey.
A distant light was in Mansr's eyes, a faded glow about his face.
There was a flash of light and what sounded like frying eggs that brought her gaze to the other screen.
A light shined in her face, and she twisted, fear piercing her misery.
They rose and shone the light on her again.
She pushed the light away and shrugged, pulling her arm free.
It was lit with warm yellow light.
Mansr strode down one of the many paths lining the rocky hills, away from the encampment and into a part of the hills untouched by any but the moons' light.
The outline turned to a bright square of light, and she followed him again.
He shone a light in her face before hauling her to her feet.
She heard no signs of war but saw the distant night sky light up with orange and red flashes.
The group was silent and tense, the warriors flanking Evelyn eyeing Kiera as much as the distant flashes of light.
The Qatwali warriors had looked her over in full light, as if to ensure she was no threat, then dismissed her with a look that said she ranked lower than the tarantula cat clinging to one wall.
One hundred years ago the stream was damned by the Ouray Electric Power and Light Company.
Light snow had begun to fall—tiny crystals hardly visible in the light of the lamp across the street.
Standing there, silhouetted against the upstairs light, he was once again reminded of his prior night's dream.
Now that you're going to make a little money on those gold coins, added to what you took in on that Flotsam Electronics stock last June, maybe you should consider seeing the light and turning Republican.
Cynthia acknowledged her reluctant agreement with a deep sigh and no further conversation as Dean extinguished the light.
Here, my duties are light, even less than our Emma back in Boston.
She fluffed up her pillow and turned away as he turned out the light.
They'd have you sitting down under a hot light, spending a few hours while a gang of suits practiced twenty questions on you.
He heard Gladys' muffled alarm at least twice, and someone rummaging around the kitchen, all well before the light gave a hint of welcoming Sunday.
Dean put out the office light and undressed for bed.
Dean paused at the County's sole traffic light, a recent addition and, in some minds, a reluctant bow to progress.
The headlights of a slow moving car washed her white body, shadowing the curve of her buttocks, the roundness of her shoulder, painting her golden hair in its light.
He had promised to keep tonight light, and would, but it was killing him.
When he hit the master switch that bathed all the cars at once in light, he turned to watch her reaction.
Ahead of her, Katie stepped off the wooden porch into the ankle high snow and followed the trail Carmen had broken earlier on her trip to light the stove in the dairy.
The wild dogs were gathering around the circle of light now, and two of them boldly began to devour Penny.
He led her across the wide porch and unlocked the door, flipping on the light.
Light, water, you have food, too?
The interior of the command hub was darkened, aside from the light of systems and screens on all the walls.
Her actions suddenly struck him in a different light.
Heart hammering, Lana rose to her tiptoes and gave him a light kiss on the lips.
Pressing her thumb to her door, she realized there was light lining the windows of the condo beside hers.
She retreated to her room and turned up the lantern overhead to hide the light of her micro.
Still a lot of us trying to deal with not having light at night or our favorite foods.
The snakelike branches overhead were creepier when she could see them in daylight, and the few birds and insects she saw made her shudder. The sense of being followed didn't leave even in the full light of day.
It wasn't a real kiss – more like a light brush.
With this thought in mind the girl took heart and leaned her head over the side of the buggy to see where the strange light was coming from.
It's this queer light that gives her that color.
Noticing that the light was growing dim he picked up his nine piglets, patted each one lovingly on its fat little head, and placed them carefully in his inside pocket.
In this country, as in all others they had visited underneath the earth's surface, there was no night, a constant and strong light coming from some unknown source.
The heads of the dragonettes were as big as barrels and covered with hard, greenish scales that glittered brightly under the light of the lanterns.
The lanterns were beginning to grow dim, and the Wizard poured the remaining oil from one into the other, so that the one light would last longer.
For they were in the streets of a beautiful emerald-green city, bathed in a grateful green light that was especially pleasing to their eyes, and surrounded by merry faced people in gorgeous green-and-gold costumes of many extraordinary designs.
When the light bulb was cheaper and better, we ditched kerosene.
They do not make honey for us, like the bees, but many of them are as beautiful as the flowers they light upon, and they always delight the hearts of little children.
What man but a philosopher would not be ashamed to see his furniture packed in a cart and going up country exposed to the light of heaven and the eyes of men, a beggarly account of empty boxes?
A lake like this is never smoother than at such a time; and the clear portion of the air above it being, shallow and darkened by clouds, the water, full of light and reflections, becomes a lower heaven itself so much the more important.
Sometimes one came near to my window, attracted by my light, barked a vulpine curse at me, and then retreated.
Perhaps the blue color of water and ice is due to the light and air they contain, and the most transparent is the bluest.
That puts the court in too bad a light, replied Bilibin.
Before he had reached the embankments that were being thrown up, he saw, in the light of the dull autumn evening, mounted men coming toward him.
And at that moment, though the day was still, a light gust of wind blowing over the army slightly stirred the streamers on the lances and the unfolded standards fluttered against their staffs.
She sat behind the bookcase with her eyes fixed on a streak of light escaping from the pantry door and listened to herself and pondered.
Natasha glanced at her and at the crack in the pantry door, and it seemed to her that she remembered the light falling through that crack once before and Sonya passing with a glass in her hand.
It was dark in the room especially where they were sitting on the sofa, but through the big windows the silvery light of the full moon fell on the floor.
On the way back Nicholas drove at a steady pace instead of racing and kept peering by that fantastic all-transforming light into Sonya's face and searching beneath the eyebrows and mustache for his former and his present Sonya from whom he had resolved never to be parted again.
And feeling the bright light that flooded the whole place and the warm air heated by the crowd, Natasha little by little began to pass into a state of intoxication she had not experienced for a long while.
And with that light, and as if in reply to it, came the sound of guns ahead of them.
In what light must I appear to them! thought he, thinking of his troops.
She turned away and was about to ask the countess again how to go to him, when light, impetuous, and seemingly buoyant steps were heard at the door.
Among the trees a man with long legs and long, swinging arms, wearing a short jacket, bast shoes, and a Kazan hat, was approaching with long, light steps.
The horses that had previously been invisible could now be seen to their very tails, and a watery light showed itself through the bare branches.
When they had come to the edge of the forest it was noticeably growing light over the field.
With a saloon-type menu including huge sandwiches and burgers, this is not a place to go for a light meal.
The restaurant offers sandwiches and light lunches and has a full dinner menu.
His words made Rhyn's throat tighten. He'd never acted in order to gain his brothers' favor, but Kris's words affected him more than he thought they would. There was a flash of light and Kris was gone. Gabe jerked, as if surprised to find himself still standing.
Stopping at a red light, she looked over at me.
The toilet flushed and Ethel returned, proceeded in the darkness by the tiny pinpoint light of her cigarette.
You could see light through the towels when you held them up.
Dean glanced down in the light of a passing street lamp.
He then told her the Parkside Police Department would close the investigation from this end unless something new came to light.
Kinda puts matters in a different light, doesn't it?
Dean was knee-deep in a dream, trying to pull his Visa card away from Jeffrey Byrne, who was sitting on a cloud playing a harp, when his bedroom was suddenly filled with light.
He assumed he must have agreed to do something because Fred had finally turned out the light and left him alone.
Dean asked, trying to keep it light.
She looked him in the eye, silhouetted in the glow from beneath the door, the only light in the nearly dark room, and began to undo his belt.
The power was restored and both rooms blazed with light.
He jumped to his feet flipping light switches and stumbling through both rooms, barely seeing still-sleeping Cynthia through eyes pinched nearly closed against the intrusive brightness.
She was dressed in a pair of light colored slacks, a pale blue blouse and was barefoot.
As Dean rounded the corner of Collingswood Avenue and pulled in his driveway, he noticed a light blue car pull away from the opposite curb.
Dean congratulated him but issued a warning against getting too bold with characters who would burn their mother at a stake just to light their cigars.
Dean asked her about the motor home but she could give little information except to say it was boxy looking and blue...or white...or light colored.
A family out fishing had the catch of the day, in the same general area where Billie had bobbed to light.
The light jackets came off early as the pair pedaled along, mostly riding side by side since the rural roads carried sparse traffic.
The rain began, light at first, and he adjusted his helmet to deflect the droplets from blowing in his face.
Dean slipped onto a barstool at the far end of the room where the light was a darker yellow.
Before making his phone call, he ordered a Coors just to get a feel for the place and adjust his eyes to the meager light.
A good cleaning, a coat of paint and a few working light bulbs might make the place a pleasant neighborhood tavern.
It was in the first wash of light outside that suit-two-blue-gun got a good look at Dean's face.
Then he caught sight of her in the light of the opening car door.
Dean had purchased a small tent and sleeping bag for the Iowa trip, both items light enough to be hauled on his bike.
He fumbled for the light just as the zipper on his tent opened to reveal the bright smile of Betty from Boise.
The light was extinguished and Dean heard the door close to silence.
If you'd turn the light on, you'd see my leg.
Sorry about the leg, but Mr. Winston says to keep the light off.
He located the room, which was dark when he entered, but he didn't turn on the light.
Suddenly the room was flooded with light and Dean shaded his eyes as turned to see him standing there.
One hand was on the light switch while the other held a gun pointed directly at Dean.
Burgess flipped off the light switch, returning the room to darkness, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Dean fidgeted in his seat, an arm's length from the door and half an arm length from a light switch.
Dean caught a flash of Burgess's smile in the light of an arriving car.
He retreated toward the bathroom just as the door opened—and just as Dean hit the light switch and rolled to the floor, flooding the room in brightness.
And I wouldn't be sitting here in this elegant room, listening to classical guitar music and sipping manhattans with the light of my life, Dean thought.
He could have been killed but when you switched the light back on, it blinded Burgess.
She relaxed and enjoyed the continuation of light banter.
He followed her to the door and onto the porch, snapping on the light.
He gazed down at her, his expression difficult to see in the fading light.
She flipped on the light and let the door swing shut on its own.
Racing to her room, she changed into jeans and a light shirt.
When she lifted her head to look at his face in the dim light, their lips were only inches away.
She followed behind him like a puppy, stopping when he flipped a light switch.
In the light it was no easier to read his expression.
His tone was light, but his expression remained solemn.
Carmen had chosen the colors pastel violet and light gray, with the theme being hearts and the flowers being forget-me-nots.
He looked elegant in a light gray suit that accentuated his dark tan.
In her room, she flipped on the light and looked at the box.
She showered and dressed in a light cotton sundress.
The rest of the meal was taken up with light conversation about the weather, the clinic, the animals... anything but their feelings about marriage.
Tables were covered with white linen table cloths and adorned with violet colored napkins inside light gray napkin holders.
The light yellow sundress had buttons down the front.
The light conversation on the way home did little to settle her nerves.
The soft music and light clinking of glass were soothing.
The liquid was a light amber color and had bubbles in it.
For a few moments he teased her with light quick kisses, until she captured his neck with her arms and forced him to hold still.
She lifted the egg to the light and took her time examining it.
It was hard to read his expression in the waning light.
Inside, he flipped on the light and covered her eyes, guiding her a short distance before removing his hands.
His fingers brushed her shoulders in a light caress.
No television, no light for reading – the only thing she could do was cook.
He stepped through the doorway and turned the beam of light on her.
There was no light under the door.
He squinted down at her in the dim light, his gray eyes smoldering with unmasked anger.
She hit every red light on the way and arrived at the airport fifteen minutes later than she had anticipated.
He'd have beaten her to ... a light came on.
The light banter was no longer there.
Finally she sat up in the bed and turned on the light.
A pang of guilt shot through him as he studied Carmen's soft features in the dim light.
He fished around in the remains of Darian and yanked free something that glimmered silver in the early morning light.
She'd thought it cloudy, for there was little light this morning.
She'd been sleeping somewhat well beside the panoramic window when purple light lit up the foyer.
His magic filled the space around them, bending light and shadows in a way she found as mesmerizing as flames or the falling snow.
His cold, chiseled features were bathed in the light of a streetlamp while his room was dark, aside from light lining the cracked bathroom door.
A moment later, a light clicked on.
Dark fell, the only light in the cave coming from the snow.
At once, the cold and dark was replaced by soft light and heat.
The muffled ring of his new phone woke him just as dawn's light crept through the window.
Just as fast, it exploded into light again, as Bianca's charged healing power slammed through her.
Touching him was like sticking her finger in a light socket.
They meant to light the fuse on his emotions and power by taking what he cared for most.
They burst out of the light, landing hard.
The pillar of light was moving closer, enveloping everything in its path.
He took in the gilded sconces and carved statues until his sensitive eyes watered, and he closed his eyes to the torch light.
He had thought her fair in the moonlight, but in full light, he found her beautiful.
The image accompanying him into a light doze was that of the beautiful woman sleeping in the bed nearby.
The sun pushed aside the shadows as it emerged from the depths of the distant sea until it sat on the horizon, casting long shadows and brilliant bars of light into the walled city.
He forced her head back until he could see her eyes, and she could see the unholy light in his.
His eyes, so light in color they were more golden than brown, penetrated her thoughts with every look.
The dim light of hope in his eyes faded into grim acceptance.
The women were hungry, and she saw them watch Taran with a familiar light in their eyes.
The ship sloshed through dark teal waters toward a crescent-shaped bay with white sands that glistened in the midday light.
A day beneath ground made her eyes ache in the full light of day.
Taran, she'll die before the last of the light fades from the sky!
He shut the door and straightened his suit while his eyes adjusted to the dim light.
As his eyes adjusted to the light, he started down the side isle.
Alex turned the light off in the barn as he left.
She unlocked the door and stepped inside to turn the light on.
Alex was lithe and graceful – light on his feet.
Alex joined them at church half way through the sermon, looking handsome and sophisticated in a light gray suit.
Apparently she saw the light and came up the stairs to talk.
Carmen turned out the light and descended the stairs.
He turned the light on and rolled over to face her, resting on one elbow.
Alex looked down at her, but it was difficult to read his expression in the dim light.
Alex was quiet for a few minutes and then shut his light off.
Destiny selected a few light dresses and Carmen bought some clothes for the twins.
She turned off her light and slid under the covers.
Alex turned off his light and lay down in bed.
He rolled over and switched on his light.
She flipped the light off and locked the door.
The walls were of stained pine, shellacked to a glow that reflected every ray of light that entered the large windows.
She turned back to the kitchen and flipped the light switch.
As the light faded from the treetops, the birds grew silent and insects began their orchestra of night sounds.
The light from the doorway bathed the center of the porch in a yellow light, but the rocker sat in darkness.
Noting the page number, she snapped the book shut and turned off the light.
A soft light was beginning to flood the bedroom when she finally fell into an exhausted sleep.
The sound began as light pecks on the window, and quickly grew to a crescendo of crashing rocks.
The pilot light had gone out on the stove, so she took a match from the box in the cabinet and lit one of the candles.
Then he lit the pilot light and set the coffeepot over a burner again.
Her fingers closed over the cool plastic, and the room flooded with light.
The beam of light extinguished and she felt around with trembling hands until she located the flashlight.
Turning the light back on, she pointed the beam on the area where the scream seemed to originate.
The hours passed without another scream and she was still sitting at the table when the first rays of morning light warmed the kitchen.
You need a porch light.
Tears were spilling from her eyes as she pushed the door open and turned on the light.
Just when I think the light is green, you hit the breaks and sling out a caution sign.