Quotes About Golden

The good past is so far away and the near past is so horrible and the future is so perilous, that the present has a chance to expand into a golden eternity of here and now.

We were at that moment of drunkenness that the two of us had come to call the Golden Moment, when everything made sense. We always tried to stretch out that moment, and then inevitably one of us would confess, I can't follow anymore, I think the Golden Moment's passed.

The silence of the golden room answered. It was as cold as the shrine in the mountains. I

Slowly, I managed to rise from this cold and handsome grave which I had fashioned for myself, and I did at last, after great effort, sit on the cold marble floor, seeing the glint of golden walls through a bit of light that seeped into the chamber around the edges of the upper door.

and then she was lying naked beneath the rain and the storm, the angry heavens and Simon of Navarre's golden eyes.

Atlantis: Fabled. Mystical. Golden. Mysterious. Glorious and magical. There are those who claim that it never was. But then there are also those who think they are safe in this modern world of technology and weapons. Safe from all the ancient evils. They even believe that wizards, warriors, and dragons are long dead. They are fools clinging to their science and logic while thinking it will save them. (Thrylos)

Have your name put in the Lamb's Book of Life in Heaven so you'll be sure you've got your reservation confirmed for one of those mansions in God's golden Space City!

Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told the truant by his marks,- Golden curls, and quiver, and bow.

Possibilities swung from the ropes of his life like charms on a watch chain, golden.

Of course it is! Just as Alseiass, the all-loving Golden God of the Outsiders, is a myth.

how are you sacred to me? your lines are golden threads - your patter, my patten - I explore the liturgy of your words...

The jeweled crown opens, and inside the lid are two hearts and a golden

And another Angel came and stood before the altar, having a golden censer: and there was given to him much incense, that he should offer of the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar, which is before the throne of God" (Apoc. viii. 3).

Jerusalem the golden, with milk and honey blest,Beneath thy contemplation sink heart and voice oppressed.

The earth grows white with harvest; all day long The sickles gleam, until the darkness weaves Her web of silence o'er the thankful song Of reapers bringing home the golden sheaves. The wave tops whiten on the sea fields drear, And men go forth at haggard dawn to reap; But ever 'mid the gleaners' song we hear The half-hushed sobbing of the hearts that weep.

She has the sort of body you go to see in marble. She has golden hair. Quickly, deftly, she reaches with both hands behind her back and unclasps her top. Setting it on her lap, she swivels ninety degrees to face the towboat square. Shoulders back, cheeks high, she holds her pose without retreat. In her ample presentation there is defiance of gravity. There is no angle of repose. She is a siren and these are her songs.

They always stayed at the beach to enjoy the golden hour, that hour when the sun sank low enough to spangle the water and make everything look as if it had been dipped in honey.

There's a line at the end of the song that goes 'Golden girl, I'll keep you forever.' And that was the jumping-off point for my own song. Vivi was my golden girl. She was the one I would hold above all others." He looks at Willa. "To this day, that's true.

Her feet were buried in the sand and the champagne had warmed the very center of her. She was conscious of being alive and being present: a clear night, a golden beach, good food

Think, In mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence.

The crown of shadows that capped his golden hair seemed to draw a rich dark tint from the crimson velvet of his breeches, and his eyes caught more light than the sunset sky had to offer.

Seeker caught the amber-green glitter of his gaze-and the matching glitter of the long, smooth collar of golden mesh that lay behind the open neckline of his shirt, how upon his breastbone.

The stone hushed my footsteps instead of ringing with them, and yet the sun shone from without them, golden as the walls.

Golden wings, golden eyes, a dream of memory and warmth as Kit dropped to his knees, body clenched around a scream he was still too proud to give voice.