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“I love you, Katy. Always have. Always will," he said, voice thick and hoarse with panic. "I will come back for you. I will-" The emergency doors sealed shut with a soft thud. "I love you," I said, but Daemon...Daemon was gone.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“Daemon snatched the yellow packages from my hands. “Oh! Books! You have books!â€�
I laughed as several people waiting in line looked over their shoulders. “Hand them over.�
He clutched them to his chest, making moony eyes. “My life is now complete.�
“My life would be complete if I could actually post a review on something other than the school library computers.�
I did that about twice a week since my latest laptop went to the big computer heaven in the sky.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!â€� Dee shrieked. “My eyes!â€�
My own eyes snapped open. Daemon lifted his head, eyes luminous. Then I realized my hands were still up his shirt. I yanked them out.
“Oh my God,� I whispered, mortified.
Daemon said something that burned my ears. “Dee, you didn’t see anything.� And then he added much lower, “Because you have impeccable timing.�
“You were on…her and your mouths were doing this.â€� I could just imagine her hand signals at that point. She went on. “And that’s more than I want to see. Like, ever.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“If Koboi defeats and presumably murders us both then you can consider the debt null and void.”
― Eoin Colfer, Artemis Fowl

“And no one will kill Bill.â€�

I laughed softly as I unbuckled the seat belt. “Blake. His name is Blake.�

Daemon pulled the keys out and leaned back, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “He’s whatever I decide to call him.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“Hey!â€� Dawson yelled from the front door. “I think Dee caught the microwave on fire. Again. And I tried popping some popcorn with my hands and it kind of went wrong. Like really, really wrong.â€�
Daemon pressed his forehead against mine and growled. “Dammit.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“Infuriated, I scrambled over him, even more furious when I saw the humored glint in his eyes. "God you tick me off."

"Well at least I got you--"

"Don't even finish that statement!”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“Hey there, sleeping beauty…â€�
Over his shoulder, the sky had deepened to a denim blue. “Did you kiss me awake?�
“I did.� Daemon was propped on his side, using his arm to support his head. He placed his hand on my stomach and my chest fluttered in response. “Told you, my lips have mystical powers.�
My shoulders moved in a silent laugh. “How long have you been here?�
“Not long.� His eyes searched mine. “I found Blake sulking around the woods. He didn’t want to leave while you were out here.�
I rolled my eyes.
“As much as it bothers me, I’m glad he didn’t.�
“Wow. Pigs are flying.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“I thinks Its cute that you call my house Home. By the way, it Is my house. My name is on the deed. - Daemon Black”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“He wanted to kill us. With what? His evil-eye power?
Will pulled a gun out from underneath his loose shirt.
Oh, yeah, that would do it.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“They have gone. And the tunnel is about to close. So, boys, I am looking for someone to blame.”
― Eoin Colfer, The Time Paradox

“Seriously, though, the bouncer won't be a problem. I think he liked me." - Daemon
"W-w-What?" - Katy
"I think he liked me, like, really liked me." - Daemon
"Your ego knows no limit, you know that?." - Katy
"You'll see. I know these kinds of things." - Daemon”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“It can’t be that bad. I have to try it.â€�
I bit back a mad grin. I was so not going to stop her.
“Uh, Ash, I really wouldn’t suggest doing that,� Daemon began.
Party pooper, I thought, but Ash was a determined little alien.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“I thought the whole thing with Blake would ruin this afternoon, but I had underestimated the magnetism of Daemon and his kisses.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“Oh, for the love of backwoods babies everywhere
-Katy”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Opal

“They were always coming together in surprising moments, going from easygoing to urgent in the space of a few breaths. She watched them kiss messily in the car in the driveway and she watched them tangle around each other in the laundry room and she watched Adam unbuckle Ronan’s belt and slide his hand against skin. With intellectual curiosity, she watched ribs and hips and arms and legs and spines.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Opal

“Adam had taken the cassette from Ronan's hand, working Ronan's fingers loose and putting his own fingers between them. For a moment, Opal hidden, had thought they were going to kiss. But instead, Ronan pressed his face against Adam's neck and Adam quietly put his head on top of Ronan's head and they did not move for a long time.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Opal

“Good find, brat,' he told Chainsaw. 'Let's go home.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven King

“She could see why men and women through the ages had become besotted with opals. It was as though an almighty hand had scooped a palmful of emeralds, sapphires, diamonds, and pearls and mixed their radiant hues. Fit for a queen. Such a noble stone.”
― Tea Cooper, The Woman in the Green Dress

“Let us suppose that this ounce of mud is left in perfect rest, and that its elements gather together, like to like, so that their atoms may get into the closest relations possible.

Let the clay begin. Ridding itself of all foreign substance, it gradually becomes a white earth, already very beautiful; and fit, with help of congealing fire, to be made into finest porcelain, and painted on, and be kept in kings� palaces. But such artificial consistence is not its best. Leave it still quiet to follow its own instinct of unity, and it becomes not only white, but clear; not only clear, but hard; not only clear and hard, but so set that it can deal with light in a wonderful way, and gather out of it the loveliest blue rays only, refusing the rest. We call it then a sapphire.

Such being the consummation of the clay, we give similar permission of quiet to the sand. It also becomes, first, a white earth, then proceeds to grow clear and hard, and at last arranges itself in mysterious, infinitely fine, parallel lines, which have the power of reflecting not merely the blue rays, but the blue, green, purple, and red rays in the greatest beauty in which they can be seen through any hard material whatsoever. We call it then an opal.

In next order the soot sets to work; it cannot make itself white at first, but instead of being discouraged, tries harder and harder, and comes out clear at last, and the hardest thing in the world; and for the blackness that it had, obtains in exchange the power of reflecting all the rays of the sun at once in the vividest blaze that any solid thing can shoot. We call it then a diamond.

Last of all the water purifies or unites itself, contented enough if it only reach the form of a dew-drop; but if we insist on its proceeding to a more perfect consistence, it crystallizes into the shape of a star.

And for the ounce of slime which we had by political economy of competition, we have by political economy of co-operation, a sapphire, an opal, and a diamond, set in the midst of a star of snow.”
― John Ruskin, Modern Painters: Volume 5. Of Leaf Beauty. Of Cloud Beauty. Of Ideas of Relation

“Emeralds of the lake sparkled luxuriously, dancing as beckoning figures of the night sky, as the sun began to descend, turning the ripples into opals of many hues.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Peter

“It was an aigrette, or plume, composed of two feathers of a vulture, fastened together by an opal, which with the changing light changed with a variability which enchanted the Swiss damsel who had never seen anything resembling it in her life.”
― Walter Scott, Anne of Geierstein

“Keeping possession of her hand, he reached into the front welt pocket of his vest. Her eyes widened as she felt him slide something on the ring finger of her left hand, a smooth, cool weight.
Tugging her hand free of his, Cassandra looked down at an astonishing multicolored gem set in a platinum filigree of tiny diamonds. She stared at in wonder, tilting her hand in the light. The breathtaking stone contained flashes of every imaginable color, almost as if tiny flowers had been embedded beneath the surface. "I've never seen anything like this. Is it an opal?"
"It's a new variety, discovered in Australia last year. A black opal.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“Primrose acquired a copy of Sir Walter Scott's novel Anne of Geierstein. The story tells of an enchanted princess who wore an opal that changed colors with her moods. Primrose became convinced Menge's stone was an opal. In the novel a few drops of holy water extinguish the stone's magic fire and the princess is reduced to ashes. As was my poor Primrose."
The hairs on Stefan's forearms stood to attention. How ridiculous! Bishop would have him believing this fictional nonsense before long. Only a year after the publication of Scott's book people began associating opals with bad luck until Queen Victoria became totally enamored with the gemstones and the demand rebounded to such an extent the Hungarian mines as good as dried up. But none of that was relevant.”
― Tea Cooper, The Woman in the Green Dress

“It was the strangest thing. Rough against her fingers until she turned it over. Where the outside coating had chipped away, a blinding flash of color shone. She twisted it in the sunlight, producing a play of color more startling than any rainbow.”
― Tea Cooper, The Woman in the Green Dress

“Cutting and polishing an opal is a great skill. The outer casing has to be removed with a diamond saw and then it is shaped. The Romans mastered the art thousands of years ago."
Della ran her finger over the stone. "Where did the name opal come from?"
"From the Sanskrit meaning 'precious stone,' and later the Greek derivative opallios, meaning 'a change of color'.”
― Tea Cooper, The Woman in the Green Dress

“And you'll be able to tell whether or not this is an opal?"
"According to the baron's instructions, it should have a transparent or white body tone, then we must look at the background color, a slight tinge of color, like a spark of fire." Stefan gave a satisfied grunt and held it up to the light. "It has a wonderful luster and a play of color."
Della peered over his shoulder. "Where do they come from? How are they made?"
"Mother Nature at her best. Unique conditions first. Heavy seasonal rains in parched desert regions where the ground is rich in silica."
"What's sillyka?"
"A colorless chemical compound, one of the most common elements on earth after oxygen."
"Then what makes this so special? You'd think we trip over them all over the place. I ain't never seen one."
"Because the conditions must be just right. Rainwater trickles down into the earth and carries silica-rich solutions into the cavities between the rocks. Then hot summers dry the earth, and as the water evaporates the silica stays in place, and over millions of years the opals form. The purity, intensity, and brilliance of color increases the deeper the rock is penetrated."
"Before it just looked like a dirty white pebble."
"You're right. The actual color is a pearl gray; sometimes you see a little pale-red or yellow tint, but with reflected light it presents all the colors of the rainbow.”
― Tea Cooper, The Woman in the Green Dress

“This stone for color might an emerald seem, but drops of blood diversify the green: it gifts the wearer with prophetic eye, into the future's darkest depths to pry.”
― Jeremiah Eames Rankin, Gems for the Bridal Ring: A Gift for the Plighted and the Wedded

“A band of opals was around her neck, a hundred little worlds with central fires.”
― Henry Abbey, Stories in verse

“Opal's most famous advantage was, however, that it turned pale in the presence of poison. Its lights also died out in the neighborhood of its owner's enemy, while it blushed, as if with joy, when his friend was nearby. It has the concentrated glories of morning, it is like a tear fallen from the moon, it is a rainbow veiled in vapor, it is as the stars of many colors shining.”
― Lauron William De Laurence, The Great Book of Magical Art Hindu Magic and East Indian Occultism Now Combined with The Book 1915 [Hardcover]