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Quotes About Gilded

gilded frame, the seventy-six-year-old man heaved the masterpiece toward himself until it tore from the wall and Saunière collapsed
~ Dan Brown
I'm a childish fellow," responded Silenus with his satyr's smile. "Ambassador"—he nodded toward the Consul—"could I borrow that gilded pillow you're wearing for a hat?" The
~ Dan Simmons
The true motives of our actions, like the real pipes of an organ, are usually concealed; but the gilded and hollow pretext is pompously placed in the front for show.
~ Charles Caleb Colton
Paul and Olga enjoyed a gilded exile with their two daughters, in a home created together that was "worthy of a Pompadour or a Du Barry.
~ Helen Rappaport
In Success few mornings frown; For the youth, to view the town, When morning came, with Sorrow went Through statued park and street; And they joined a gilded throng, As it coldly moved along Toward the temple built to Fortune, Low to worship at her feet.
~ Henry Abbey
Vronsky is one of the sons of Count Kirill Ivanovitch Vronsky, and one of the finest specimens of the gilded youth of Petersburg.
~ Leo Tolstoy
In outward show so splendid and so vain; 'tis but a gilded block without a brain.
~ Phaedrus
The Baron told her that only art meant anything.
~ Unknown
Her deepest longing, perhaps, was to be loved unconditionally, and at the same time be left in peace. But she never told anyone. It is shameful and egotistical to hope for unconditional love and at the same time want to be left in peace. The mother's inner worlds were neatly sealed—dark, gilded worlds.
~ Linn Ullmann
The clothes that fire up my emotions are colorful and 'different' pieces. My eye still picks out gilded-cloque glamour from among Burberry's streamlined trench coats or a hand-printed coat from Dries Van Noten.
~ Suzy Menkes
You know what a fond and silly heart he has towards the fair sex -- any pill goes down with him that is administered by the hand or gilded with the name of woman.
~ Unknown
The cloud cover had parted for a moment and the light touched the edges of jaw and cheek, making him look gilded, like one of Donatello's archangels.
~ Diana Gabaldon
It was as if the sensory overload that is American life had somehow led to sensory deprivation, a gilded weariness, where everything is permitted and nothing appreciated.
~ J. Maarten Troost
its ornate gilded frame it presented a magical image, lit by candlelight in the family chapel.
~ Unknown
I felt the currents move. The grains of sand whispered against each other. His wings were lifting. The darkness around us shimmered with clouds of his gilded blood. Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.
~ Madeline Miller
Oceanos' palace was a great wonder, set deep in the earth's rock. Its high-arched halls were gilded, the stone floors smoothed by centuries of divine feet. Through every room ran the faint sound of Oceanos' river, source of the world's fresh waters, so dark you could not tell where it ended and the rock-bed began. On its banks grew grass and soft gray flowers,
~ Madeline Miller
I had the impulse to look over my shoulder, to make sure he was not striding across the sky already, his gilded arrow pointed at my heart. But there was something in me that was sick of fear and awe, of gazing at the heavens and wondering what someone would allow me. 'Come in,' I said, and led him through my door.
~ Madeline Miller
Her skin, we suddenly remembered, was rumored to be gilded, her eyes dark and shining as the slick obsidian that we traded our olives for.
~ Madeline Miller
Une cage dorée restera toujours une cage
~ Madeline Miller
Una jaula de oro no deja de ser jaula.
~ Madeline Miller
As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.
~ Maggie Stiefvater
Often the sun would disappear behind a cloud, which impinged on its roundness, but whose edge the sun gilded in return.
~ Marcel Proust
grudge worsening. He knew who he hunted: wine-drunk, mead-met men, and he pined for his prey. Under storm clouds he stalked them, in his usual anguish, feeling a forbidden hearth, that gilded hall atop the hill, gleaming still, through years of bloodshed.
~ Unknown
He would come in and say he changed his mind -- which was a gilded figure of speech, because he didn't have any.
~ Mark Twain