"Reflexion" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... be enjoyed, when they are considered merely as slaves to a tyrant's will, the passive subjects of transient dalliance and casual enjoyment. The pleasure which he took in the youthful beauty of ALMEIDA, was now endeared, exalted, and refined, by the tender sensibility of her heart, and by the reflexion of his own felicity from her eyes: when he admired the gracefulness of her motion, the elegance of her figure, the symmetry of her features, and the bloom of her complexion, he considered them as the decorations only of a mind, capable of mixing ...
— Almoran and Hamet • John Hawkesworth
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... group of Glow-worms placed almost touching one another. Each of them sheds its glimmer, which ought, one would think, to light up its neighbours by reflexion and give us a clear view of each individual specimen. But not at all: the luminous party is a chaos in which our eyes are unable to distinguish any definite form at a medium distance. The collective lights confuse the ...
— The Wonders of Instinct • J. H. Fabre
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... leaving the sky to an increasing multitude of stars. The Maidenhead river wearing its dusky blue draperies and its jewels of light had recovered all the magic Sir Richmond had stripped from it in the afternoon. The grave arches of the bridge, made complete circles by the reflexion of the water, sustained, as if by some unifying and justifying reason, the erratic flat flashes and streaks and glares of traffic that fretted to and fro overhead. A voice sang intermittently and a banjo tinkled, but remotely enough to ...
— The Secret Places of the Heart • H. G. Wells
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... l'Espagnol a les mains fort bien faites, quoique fort sales. Il lui propose de les dessiner. L'Espagnol accepte, moyennant quelque argent qui lui est promis. Le Francais le conduit chez lui, et lui dit de se laver les mains. "Soit." Il passa au vestibule; puis revenant comme par reflexion: "Laquelle, ...
— French Conversation and Composition • Harry Vincent Wann
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... her palms lightly touching the ground, supporting her. At the edge of the streamlet she knelt, and she was looking with a species of startled shy astonishment at the reflexion of her face in the limpid brown water. And I, with sullen eye askance regarded her ...
— The Purple Cloud • M.P. Shiel
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