Quotes About Golden

Hollywood must have been terrific once.

the borders he respected were the borders of dreams, the misty borders of love and indifference, the borders of courage and fear, the golden borders of ethics.

What a lovely young man," said Estrellita. "And his darling balls are the color of gold." Jan laughed. "It's true," I said. "That means that he's destined for greatness. Golden balls are the mark of a young man capable of . . . great deeds.

That evening remains for me always a moment to cherish, as golden and fragrant as brandy in crystal glasses.

The Golden Dawn was the first figurehead to take on life.

The syrup we pour over pancakes on a winter morning is summer sunshine flowing in golden streams to pool on our plates.

And Night told whose blood had stained the marble steps that lead to the temple in Ozahn, and why the skull within it wears a golden crown, and whose soul is in the wolf that howls in the dark against the city.

With full hearts and tender eyes, While our little household angels, White and golden in the sun, Greet us with the sweet old welcome,— Merry Christmas

The Son of Man goes forth to war, A golden crown to gain; His blood-red banner streams afar— Who follows in his train?" I

afternoon in canoes on the Mississippi, watching turtles basking on logs in the golden sunlight.

oven down to 375 degrees and bake for another hour or so, until the top is golden and the aroma so wonderful that everyone is standing hopefully in the kitchen, forks at the ready.

The War was not really a Battle It was a single Instant of Doing They became two Golden Suns Goddess and Woman Flaming, blinding, burning Utterly consuming the Enemy In their fire.

The old man heard the music of the imperialists issuing from the golden hotel, heavy with the gaiety of despair...

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

Speech may be silver but silence is golden. Traders with the golden touch do not talk about their success.

October began as a golden hour and ended with Samhain, the day when the worlds of the living and the dead opened to each other. There was no choice but to walk through the gate of time.

This room is very powerful: Buddha, golden, holding down one side; the primordial Great Mother, black, offering her bead of mitochondria holding down the other.

When I first enjoyed this superb view, one glowing April day, Jess read aloud, from the summit of the Pacheco Pass, the Central Valley, but little trampled or plowed as yet, was one furred, rich sheet of golden compositae, and the luminous wall of the mountains shone in all its glory. Then it seemed to me the Sierra should be called not the Nevada, or Snowy Range, but the Range of Light. Golden compositae, George thought. How easy it was to forget the mountains, just a drive away.

Sometime I'll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment (Sunflower Sutra)

My master used to say that knowledge is the root of power, but I rather suspect power has a golden root these days.

You ever find a cat sleeping in a ray of sun? There's a sound over there. It's a golden sound. That's the only way to describe it. It's a bright sound, and it has little flecks of music in it, drifting like motes of dust. And you just know if you let that sound get inside you, if you hummed along with it, you'd rest like a cat in the sun. A perfect rest. You could rest a billion years.

She ran into the early-October afternoon. The light came at a low slant through the oaks across the street, gold and green, and how she loved that light. There was no light in the world like you saw in New England in early fall.

Many a crown of wisdom is but the golden chamberpot of success, worn with pompous dignity.