Quotes About Beads

Collect beads of night / Fill your / skin with the dark weight of the / wet sky. Let boldness live in your heart / and I will recognize you / amongst the many / and claim you as my own

I was pleasantly surprised to find out that pirates did wear eye patches and have peg legs and have brightly colored beads. I never knew what the beads were for. They really were for frightening and terrifying their prey.

Amber?" he said pleadingly. His voice went high on her name and broke, as it sometimes did when he was afraid. "Are you taking my beads away?

I, uh, figured you could use that to maybe put your rosary beads in, or whatever jewelry you might have," Moss told the temporarily speechless Amanda. "I know you probably aren't a woman who would keep much jewelry. But I know Catholics have them prayin' beads, so I figured you must have some. Do you like it?" She

There had been moments when she'd sensed his presence nearby, like when the crows left her gifts, for example. Her trinket bowl was chockablock full of screws, paper clips, buttons, broken clamshells, bits of tinfoil, beads and stray earrings.

La vie est un chapelet de petites misères que le philosophe égrène en riant.

Amulets for luck are made of blue beads, dove feathers, mistletoe, wishbones.

And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea.

Siege This I do, being mad: Gather baubles about me, Sit in a circle of toys, and all the time Death beating the door in. White jade and an orange pitcher, Hindu idol, Chinese god,— Maybe next year, when I'm richer— Carved beads and a lotus pod... And all this time Death beating the door in.

It was a friar of orders grayWalked forth to tell his beads.

Life is a train of moods like a string of beads and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in it's focus. To find oneself trapped in any one bead, no matter what it's hue, can be deadly.

closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than This Lullaby. All those keystrokes, all those letters, so many words. I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.

I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.

A wedding is a series of special moments, strung together like beads on a chain. Sure, by themselves, they are lovely, but put them all together and you get art.

America is a place where Jewish merchants sell Zen love beads to agnostics for Christmas.

Beads can be used for counting. As in rosaries. But I don't like stones around my neck.

I belong to no race nor time. I am the eternal feminine with its string of beads.

Mardi Gras, baby. Mardi Gras. Time when all manner of weird shit cuts loose and parties down.

The only thing I wish I had kept were all the peace beads, because in the 1960s people made these and hung them at protests and it was a wonderful thing.

We have a reputation here in the Pelican State for daring to be different. We live in parishes, not counties. We spend our holidays throwing beads at people lining the street. We cook differently. We speak differently - we spell differently. There is no place in the country that compares to Louisiana.

Miss Destiny said, "there is a God, and He is one hell of a joker. Just—look—" and she indicates her lovely green satin dress and then waves her hand over the entire room. "Trapped! . . . But one day, in the most lavish drag youve evuh seen—heels! and gown! and beads! and spangled earrings!—Im going to storm heaven and protest! Here I am!!!!! I'll yell—and I'll shake my beads at Him. . . . And God will cringe!

Granny beads are what they're called when a grandma works the garden all day - you always see them - they have a handkerchief around their neck with a lot of dust on them, and then the sweat will go down and make these black beads of sweat and dirt around their neck. And that's what they call granny beads.

Many of our tribe went to the cliff each night to count the number killed during the day. They counted the dead otter and thought of the beads and other things that each pelt meant. But I never went to the cove and whenever I saw the hunters with their long spears skimming over the water, I was angry, for these animals were my friends. It was fun to see them playing or sunning themselves among the kelp. It more fun than the thought of beads to wear around my neck.

The Believers come with their guns, their prayer beads and their own Destroy-Yourselves Manual.