LIT is a three-letter abbreviation that may refer to:

  • Lambda Iota Tau, an honor society in literature
  • Laxminarayan Institute of Technology, Nagpur
  • Liaoning Institute of Technology, China
  • Limerick Institute of Technology, Ireland
  • Linear ion trap, a type of quadrupole ion trap in mass spectrometry
  • LIT Ranch, Texas, United States
  • Little Rock National Airport, Arkansas, United States
  • Local income tax
  • Long Island Iced Tea, a popular mixed drink
  • LIT-CI (Spanish: Liga Internacional de los Trabajadores; Portuguese: Liga Internacional dos Trabalhadores)

Other articles related to "lit":

Moshavei Yahdav
... The Moshavei Yahdav (Hebrew מושבי יחדיו‎, lit ... They are Brosh (lit ... "Cypress") Ta'ashur (lit ...
Café Buono! - Track Listing - CD
... "Café Buono!" "Nakimushi Shonen" (泣き虫少年?, lit ... Crybaby Boy) "Renai Rider" (恋愛♥ライダー?, lit ... Love Rider) "Honto no Jibun" (ホントのじぶん?, lit ...
Spam Lit
... Spam Lit (also known as Lit Spam and Literary Spam) is defined as snippets of nonsensical verse and prose embedded in spam e-mail messages ... Spam lit is included in spam emails selling or purporting to sell a products such as software, male enhancement pills, and computers ...
Tales Of Graces - Media Adaptions - Books
... オブ グレイセス エフ 誓いの花?, lit ... The first volume is subtitled Jō (上?, lit ... Above) and the second Ka (下?, lit ...
Mount Royal Cross
... It was converted to fibre-optic light in 1992, allowing the cross to be lit in red, blue or purple ... Following the latest renovation, it is lit by 158 18-LED bulbs ... The cross is usually lit in white and the new LED system allows it to be any colour, including the purple traditionally used between the death and election of a ...

Famous quotes containing the word lit:

    Fine vapors escape from whatever is doing the living.
    The night is cold and delicate and full of angels
    Pounding down the living. The factories are all lit up,
    The chime goes unheard.
    We are together at last, though far apart.
    John Ashbery (b. 1927)

    The whole fauna of human fantasies, their marine vegetation, drifts and luxuriates in the dimly lit zones of human activity, as though plaiting thick tresses of darkness. Here, too, appear the lighthouses of the mind, with their outward resemblance to less pure symbols. The gateway to mystery swings open at the touch of human weakness and we have entered the realms of darkness. One false step, one slurred syllable together reveal a man’s thoughts.
    Louis Aragon (1897–1982)

    Have you not heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly: “I seek God! I seek God!”
    Friedrich Nietzsche (1844–1900)