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Tag Name "Sparkled" (10)

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Hey, which one of them is supposed to be your boyfriend?” Stark asked me. Even in the terrible shape he was in, he caught my glance with his. His voice was scratchy, and he sounded scarily weak, but his eyes sparkled with humor. I am!” Heath and Erik said together.
P. C. Cast
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The neck on which diamonds might have worthily sparkled, will look less tempting when the biting winter has hung icicles there for gems.
Samuel Lover
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She stood upon a continent of ice, which sparkled between sea and sky, endless and dazzling, as though the world kept all its treasure there a scale which balanced poetry and prayer.
Carol Ann Duffy
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There's nothing I liked visually of the period I was a child. There was no dream in it, and nothing sparkled.
Christian Louboutin
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The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled.
Flannery O'Connor
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His laughter... sparkled like a splash of water in sunlight.
Joseph Lelyveld
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She was beautiful in combat. I know that’s a crazy thing to say, especially after we’d just climbed a sewage waterfall, but her gray eyes sparkled when she was fighting for her life. Her face shone like a goddess’s, and believe me, I’ve seen goddesses. The way her Camp Half-Blood beads rested against her throat—Okay, sorry. Got a little distracted.
Rick Riordan
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Caddy got the box and set it on the floor and opened it. It was full of stars. When I was still, they were still. When I moved, they glinted and sparkled. I hushed.
William Faulkner
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The cold hoarfrost glistened on the tombstones, and sparkled like rows of gems, among the stone carvings of the old church. The snow lay hard and crisp upon the ground and spread over the thickly-strewn mounds of earth, so white and smooth a cover, that it seemed as if corpses lay there, hidden only by their winding sheets.
Charles Dickens
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The sky over London was glorious, ochre and madder, as though a dozen tropic suns were simultaneously setting round the horizon . . . Everywhere the shells sparkled like Christmas baubles.
Evelyn Waugh