A Quote by Stephen King

Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs. — © Stephen King
Lightning flashed dully inside the clouds on the horizon making them look as if they had fireflies of their own, monster fireflies the size of dinosaurs.
People are attracted to your light because they want it for themselves. It's like fireflies. When we were kids in New York, we would visit my dad and catch fireflies because we were so attracted to their light. Put them in jars next to our bed, and then they'd die. Then we'd go out the next night and get another firefly. That's how people are.
The stars are not afraid to appear like fireflies.
The past is beautiful / like the darkness between the fireflies.
The fireflies o'er the meadow In pulses come and go.
Religions are like fireflies. They require darkness in order to shine.
My fancies are fireflies Specks of living light twinkling in the dark.
Beautiful things never last. That’s why fireflies flash.
I can't dream about immortal fireflies, but I can fight for human freedom.
Is it where the flow'r of the orange blows, And the fireflies dance thro' the myrtle boughs?
Are there are fireflies on the West Coast? I never saw any when I lived in California.
Brighter than fireflies upon the Uji River are your words in the dark, Beloved.
Isn?t it strange some people make You feel so tired inside, Your thoughts begin to shrivel up Like leaves all brown and dried!But when you?re with some other ones It?s stranger still to find Your thought as thick as fireflies All shiny in your mind!
I love Prospect Park-watching fireflies at night and going to the bandshell for free music.
Fireflies in the Garden By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Here come real stars to fill the upper skies, And here on earth come emulating flies, That though they never equal stars in size, (And they were never really stars at heart) Achieve at times a very star-like start. Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.
The friendship we share grows amidst the craggy rock pond; reeds of water spray fireflies scented with bonfires.
Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat clouds in the sky to make them thick. They are gaunt, mean shadows that bite the ground like teeth. As the sun nears the horizon, its benevolent yellow begins to deepen, to become infected, until it glares an angry inflamed orange. It throws a variegated glow over the horizon.
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