Her smile lit up his day.
She lit it and set it on the back porch.
Those eyes lit up the whole of her thin, sickly face and made it beautiful.
"Jonny?" she called, entering the well-lit room.
Half the street was in shadow, the other half brightly lit by the sun.
Beneath the trees grew some kind of lush, wet, bushy vegetation with silver-lit leaves and stems here and there.
This short man had on a white leather apron which covered his chest and part of his legs; he had on a kind of necklace above which rose a high white ruffle, outlining his rather long face which was lit up from below.
She lit with one foot underneath her body, and the momentum of her fall threw her forward - over the ledge.
Then she lit the oven and washed her hands.
Their faces lit up at the sight of Jule, and Sofia trailed him in, watching as the three clapped each other on the shoulders and hugged.
Dolgorukov was still insisting that the French had retreated and had only lit fires to deceive us.
Once, when in a room with a lamp dimly lit before the icon Theodosia was talking of her life, the thought that Theodosia alone had found the true path of life suddenly came to Princess Mary with such force that she resolved to become a pilgrim herself.
She'd never suspected the depths of her father's strange power, and her first attempt to channel it was the reason the house was now lit with candles.
Fury lit his insides as he regarded her easy dismissal for one of the most painful events of his life.
Destiny's eyes lit up when she saw it.
Pulling into a well lit empty parking lot, she parked the car to the side.
The storm beating against the windows had shut down the power; the hall was lit by candles and makeshift torches.
The conference hall was dimly lit, and he immediately smelled the blood of a recent kill.
Jule couldn't help but feel some relief at the sight of a warm, well-lit interior.
"I'm sorry to bother you," she said again, unable to see his face in the shadows of the dimly lit room.
Fire lit up half her face, and she tasted blood in her mouth.
Pierre led them to the empty, well-lit helicopter hangar, where several men crowded around a still body on the hangar floor.
Damian's suite was lit only by a blazing fire in the hearth.
It lit up her features, and he saw the tiny fangs she was trying to hide.
He glared at it and strode into the well-lit courtyard of the Sanctuary.
In the distance was a dark swath of park leading up to the lit-up Eiffel Tower, which was larger than she'd imagined.
Another boom, and the edges of the door lit up and spit fire as the rocket exploded in Andre's apartment.
Dolokhov's back in his white shirt, and his curly head, were lit up from both sides.
A smile of joy and satisfaction lit up her eager face.
She hurriedly ascended the narrow dimly lit stone staircase, calling to Pierre, who was lagging behind, to follow.
From the passage they went into a large, dimly lit room adjoining the count's reception room.
He lit it and, distracted by observing those around him, began crossing himself with the hand that held the taper.
Five minutes later, Denisov came into the hut, climbed with muddy boots on the bed, lit his pipe, furiously scattered his things about, took his leaded whip, buckled on his saber, and went out again.
Joseph Alexeevich, having remained silent and thoughtful for a good while, told me his view of the matter, which at once lit up for me my whole past and the future path I should follow.
The music sounded louder and through the door rows of brightly lit boxes in which ladies sat with bare arms and shoulders, and noisy stalls brilliant with uniforms, glittered before their eyes.
The sun shone somewhat to the left and behind him and brightly lit up the enormous panorama which, rising like an amphitheater, extended before him in the clear rarefied atmosphere.
All he had seen that day, all the significant and stern expressions on the faces he had seen in passing, were lit up for him by a new light.
As he sat bending greedily over it, helping himself to large spoonfuls and chewing one after another, his face was lit up by the fire and the soldiers looked at him in silence.
For a moment as he was rearranging his cloak Pierre opened his eyes and saw the same penthouse roofs, posts, and yard, but now they were all bluish, lit up, and glittering with frost or dew.
But when on Sunday after church the footman announced in the drawing room that Count Rostov had called, the princess showed no confusion, only a slight blush suffused her cheeks and her eyes lit up with a new and radiant light.
It was the same face he had seen before, there was the same general expression of refined, inner, spiritual labor, but now it was quite differently lit up.
"Who brought it?" asked Kutuzov with a look which, when the candle was lit, struck Toll by its cold severity.
And Pierre's soul was dimly but joyfully filled not by the story itself but by its mysterious significance: by the rapturous joy that lit up Karataev's face as he told it, and the mystic significance of that joy.
When Pierre reached the fire and heard Platon's voice enfeebled by illness, and saw his pathetic face brightly lit up by the blaze, he felt a painful prick at his heart.
While the soldiers were shouting Kutuzov leaned forward in his saddle and bowed his head, and his eye lit up with a mild and apparently ironic gleam.
In a rather low room lit by one candle sat the princess and with her another person dressed in black.
Pierre's confusion was not reflected by any confusion on Natasha's part, but only by the pleasure that just perceptibly lit up her whole face.
Natasha looked at him, and by way of answer to his words her eyes widened and lit up.
Pierre was shown into the large, brightly lit dining room; a few minutes later he heard footsteps and Princess Mary entered with Natasha.
Destiny's eyes lit up when she saw it.
The room lit up with a bright flash of lightening, and thunder rattled the windowpane.
She glanced around the dimly lit room, desperately searching for a way out.
Fritz plucked a stick from the fire and lit his cigarette.
A stream of rain was splattering on the patio and then a bolt of lightning lit up the bedroom.
Quinn lit the large stove to stave off the cold as rain pounded the metal roof above us.
His eyes lit up, and Bianca flung herself into his arms, thrilled to feel her brother's lanky body again.
His energy rippled through her, making her gasp at the intensity of the touch that lit her blood on fire.
Her words lit his blood on fire, and he eased her back against the couch, their magics swirling around them.
Surprise, then fury, lit her insides.
Several of the beefy men living in the house were in the grassy, well-lit courtyard, sparring with swords, knives, and other weaponry that looked like it came straight out of the Middle Ages.
One well-lit room gleamed with stainless steel.
The night's battle lit up her thoughts, and what she saw made her gasp.
"I, um, just came to –" The teen's face lit up.
She possessed a head of coal black hair, tied in a single braid that extended below her waist, dark eyes, and a smile that lit up the room.
After fumbling in her pocket, she found a book of matches and lit the cigarette she had stuck behind her ear.
She finished the cigarette and lit another.
The clerk darted around the counter towards the corner, where someone had accidently tipped over a lit candelabra that was now burning the curtains.
The tool lit up at Gabriel's touch, the symbols swirling around the edges then settling.
Her eyes lit up when she saw him, and he went to them curiously.
Destiny's eyes lit up.
"I hope so," she said, stepping through the doorway into the dimly lit barn.
Then again, if the room were clearly lit, she still wouldn't know what he was thinking.
What lit that fire of passion wasn't the romancing – or at least if it did, romance wore a different face for her.
Her blue eyes lit up when she saw him.
Both compasses lit up as the next name on the list appeared.
Jared's eyes lit up with hunger.
Two brightly lit, massive bronze chandeliers dangled at even distances across the ceiling.
Toby's face lit up.
Dressed warmly, she left her room and stood in the brightly lit, spacious hallway, not at all certain how to leave the stronghold.
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.
One wall of his cell lit up suddenly.
She guided the car to the lit parking lot near the metro station, her destination.
Fury lit her insides at his calm words, as if he wasn't responsible for destroying her life!
She'd never left the country and couldn't help but stare in wonder at the romantically lit Arc de Triomphe.
Fear lit her insides, and she scrambled to her feet, darting to the door.
And not just a path, but a well-lit, eight-lane highway.
The princess pondered awhile with a thoughtful smile and her luminous eyes lit up so that her face was entirely transformed.
His fine eyes lit up with a thoughtful, kindly, and unaccustomed brightness, but he was looking not at his sister but over her head toward the darkness of the open doorway.
Who is there?--there beyond that field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun?
To the left he saw a sloping descent lit up, and facing it a black knoll that seemed as steep as a wall.
On this knoll there was a white patch that Rostov could not at all make out: was it a glade in the wood lit up by the moon, or some unmelted snow, or some white houses?
The soldiers, on seeing him, lit wisps of straw and ran after him, shouting, "Vive l'Empereur!"
The nurse lit the gilt candles before the icons and sat down by the door with her knitting.
Having entered the courtyard of a large house where the Lodge had its headquarters, and having ascended a dark staircase, they entered a small well-lit anteroom where they took off their cloaks without the aid of a servant.
As usual, in their spare time, they lit bonfires, steamed themselves before them naked; smoked, picked out and baked sprouting rotten potatoes, told and listened to stories of Potemkin's and Suvorov's campaigns, or to legends of Alesha the Sly, or the priest's laborer Mikolka.
In the long room, brightly lit up by the sun through the large windows, the sick and wounded lay in two rows with their heads to the walls, and leaving a passage in the middle.
Police were stationed at the brightly lit entrance which was carpeted with red baize, and not only gendarmes but dozens of police officers and even the police master himself stood at the porch.
Having lit his candle he sat up in bed, then got up, then lay down again not at all troubled by his sleeplessness: his soul was as fresh and joyful as if he had stepped out of a stuffy room into God's own fresh air.
Natasha lit the candles, one on each side of one of the looking glasses, and sat down.
Above the dirty, ill-lit streets, above the black roofs, stretched the dark starry sky.
Something was boiling in a small cauldron at the edge of the fire and a soldier in a peaked cap and blue overcoat, lit up by the fire, was kneeling beside it stirring its contents with a ramrod.
The men drew nearer and lit their pipes.
They each went to their assigned wagon and lit a match, tossing it inside the wagon and moving away from the circle almost in unison.
Bordeaux paused and lit the lantern.
Molly's smile lit up the yard.
The name on his arm lit up again.
The lighting was harsh in the lab; he didn't remove his sunglasses until they'd entered the romantically lit conference room.