Lantern Yard Quotes

But we didn’t, not in the moonlight, or by the phosphorescent lanterns of lightning bugs in your back yard, not beneath the constellations we couldn’t see, let alone decipher, or in the dark glow that replaced the real darkness of night, a darkness already stolen from us, not with the skyline rising behind us while a city gradually decayed, not in the heat of summer while a Cold War raged, despite the freedom of youth and the license of first love—because of fate, karma, luck, what does it matter?—we made not doing it a wonder, and yet we didn’t, we didn’t, we never did.

You know, Grace, it's queer but I don't feel narrow. I feel broad. How can I explain it to you, so you would understand? I've seen everything...and I've hardly been away from this yard.... I've been part of the beginning and part of the growth. I've married...and borne children and looked into the face of death. Is childbirth narrow, Grace? Or marriage? Or death? When you've experienced all those things, Grace, the spirit has traveled although the body has been confined. I think travel is a rare privilege and I'm glad you can have it. But not every one who stays at home is narrow and not every one who travels is broad. I think if you can understand humanity...can sympathize with every creature...can put yourself into the personality of every one...you're not narrow...you're broad.

The instant of petrified violence that sometimes foreruns a summer storm saturated the hushed yard, and in the unearthly tinseled light rusty buckets of trailing fern which were strung round the porch like party lanterns appeared illuminated by a faint green inward flame.

There are many memories. but I'll tell you the one I like to think of best of all. It's just a homely everyday thing, but to me it is the happiest of them all. It is evening time here in the old house and the supper is cooking and the table is set for the whole family. It hurts a mother, Laura, when the plates begin to be taken away one by one. First there are seven and then six and then five...and on down to a single plate. So I like to think of the table set for the whole family at supper time. The robins are singing in the cottonwoods and the late afternoon sun is shining across the floor... The children are playing out in the yard. I can hear their voices and happy laughter. There isn't much to that memory is there? Out of a lifetime of experiences you would hardly expect that to be the one I would choose as the happiest, would you? But it is.

The instant of petrified violence that sometimes foreruns a summer storm saturated the hushed yard, and in the unearthly tinseled light rusty buckets of trailing fern which were strung round the porch like party lanterns appeared illuminated by a faint green inward flame. A damp breeze, tuning in the boles of waterways, carried the fresh mixed scent of rain, of pine and June flowers blooming in far-off fields. The cabin door swung open, banged closed, and there came the muffled rattle of the Landing's window-shutters being drawn.

Growing up it had been her entire world, an oasis where on hot summer afternoons they drank iced mint sherbets under a canopy of trees, and when the sun went down they ate juicy kebabs on three-feet-long skewers. As the evening wore on, they lit lanterns and the yard acquired depth like a stage. The waiters wheeled out a three-tiered chariot of fruit compotes, rum babas, crème caramel, and charlotte russe, with bottles of liqueurs and digestifs glowing on the lower shelf. Soon after, the music would start. Noor sat on her grandmother's lap, spooning pistachio ice cream into her mouth with vanilla wafers, while Pari serenaded them.

The admiral ordered extra lanterns flown from the flagship’s high yards in hopes that the other ships would not lose contact with the Sea Venture during what he knew would be a long, difficult night.

Schwalbe lights two lanterns with a long match that he waves in the air to extinguish. On a nearby table, there is well-fed cat washing its face with a freshly licked paw. Schwalbe hands one lantern to Cardell, closes his door and skips haltingly out in front of them. On the other side of the yard is a low stone building. Schwalbe puts his hand to his mouth and makes a loud noise before he unlocks the door. ‘For the rats,’ he explains. ‘I prefer to frighten them than the other way around.’ Objects are

How can I explain it to you, so you would understand? I’ve seen everything . . . and I’ve hardly been away from this yard. I’ve seen cathedrals in the snow on the Lombardy poplars. I’ve seen the sun set behind the Alps over there when the clouds have been piled up on the edge of the prairie. I’ve seen the ocean billows in the rise and the fall of the prairie grass.

Amelia.” It was Christopher Frost, standing a few yards away, his posture rigid and combative. He gave Cam Rohan a long, hard stare. “Don’t make a spectacle of her. She’s a lady, and deserves to be treated as such.” Amelia felt the immediate tension in Rohan’s body. “I don’t need advice from you on how to treat her,” he said softly. “You know what it will do to her reputation if she is seen with you.” It had immediately become apparent that the confrontation would turn ugly if Amelia didn’t do something about it. She pulled away from Rohan. “This isn’t seemly,” she said. “I must go back to my family.” “I’ll escort you,” Frost said at once. Rohan’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Like hell you will.” “Please.” Amelia reached up to touch her cool fingers to Rohan’s parted lips. “I think … it’s better that we part here. I want to go with him. There are things that must be said between us. And you…” She managed to smile at him. “You have many roads to travel.” Clumsily she bent and retrieved the magic lantern at her feet. “Goodbye, Mr. Rohan. I hope you find everything you’re looking for. I hope—” She broke off with a crooked smile, and felt a peculiar stinging pain in her throat and swallowed the bittersweet taste of longing. “Goodbye, Cam,” she whispered.