All experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades for ever and for ever when I move.

When the holidays approach and the weather turns cold, you spend your nights watching and rewatching saccharine movies until you fall asleep, hoping for some gleam of happiness or catharsis that never comes, a version of life that looks like a Hallmark movie or where your idealized prince finally shows up.

Genius without religion is only a lamp on the outer gate of a palace; it may serve to cast a gleam of light on those that are without, while the inhabitant sits in darkness.

Every time I have a conversation with a woman, I gleam something from it.

Rapunzel: [trapped in a flooding cave with Flynn] This is all my fault. She was right. I never should've done this. I'm so, I'm so sorry, Flynn.
Flynn Rider: [sighs] Eugene.
Rapunzel: [confused] What?
Flynn Rider: [sheepishly] My real name is Eugene Fitzherbert. Someone might as well know.
Rapunzel: Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing.
Flynn Rider: What?
Rapunzel: [realizing what she's saying] I have magic hair that glows when I sing!
[singing]
Rapunzel: Flower, gleam and glow. Let your power shine.
[the water overtakes them, and her hair glows, lighting their way out]