Quotes About Golden

The McDonald's icon of the colours and the golden arch, for me, resonates as one of the most iconic images ever.

Her pace quickened when a small patch of sunflowers came into view. Dozens of tall stalks topped with heavy golden flower heads swayed in the hot breeze. From a distance they looked like a group of ladies with their heads hung low, as if embarrassed that they'd arrived at a party wearing identical hats.

I find Rome gentle, magical. The sun had just set, and the light was extraordinary-- smoky-rosy-golden-violet, light that cannot be captured in a photo or, for that matter, in words.

There was always an uncertain promise dangling in the future like a golden fruit hanging from some fantastic bough.

No hay que tocar a los ídolos: su dorado se nos queda en las manos

A los ídolos no hay que tocarlos: se queda el dorado en las manos.

Beautiful evening, ain't it?' Pop said. Once again, caught in his own web of enchantment, he turned to stare at an evening distilled now into even deeper gold by the lower angle of light falling across still seas of buttercups and long-curled milky waves of may.

As I did so I became suddenly and agonizingly aware of the nearness of the carrion thing, whose hideous hollow breathing I half fancied I could hear. Nearly mad, I found myself yet able to throw out a hand to ward off the foetid apparition which pressed so close; when in one cataclysmic second of cosmic nightmarishness and hellish accident my fingers touched the rotting outstretched paw of the monster beneath the golden arch.

The cases were of a strange golden wood, with fronts of exquisite glass, and containing the mummified forms of creatures outreaching in grotesqueness the most chaotic dreams of man.

lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green

When you say 'specialty clubs'—?" "Let's see. If you care for flaxen-haired women, you go to On Golden Blonde. That's on the second floor, far right. If you're into African-American men, you head up to the third floor and visit a place called—you might like this, Mr. Bolitar—Malcolm Sex." Myron

My own favorite way to cook and eat razor clams is to simply dredge them in a mix of seasoned flour and cornmeal, then pan fry them in butter until crisp and golden. Be careful not to overcook them so they stay tender, not tough and chewy.

My mother worked in the old Minsky's troupe, which toured the country in the golden age of burlesque theatre.

Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.

You could travel the world, but nothing comes close to the golden coast. Once you party with us, you'll be falling in love, Oooooh Oh Oooooh!

The urge to travel feels magnetic. Two of my favorite words are linked: departure time. And travel whets the emotions, turns upside down the memory bank, and the golden coins scatter.

California: Sunny nutland.

The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.

O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees

Fair maid, white and red, Comb me smooth, and stroke my head; And every hair a sheave shall be, And every sheave a golden tree.

Mute in that golden silence hung with green, Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyes Remembrance of all beauty that has been, And stillness from the pools of Paradise.

with the few small spots of light like golden stars in the night, the sweet stale scent of incense, and the warm smell of the burning wax. And she at rest within her own star.

Ours was a sense of golden leisure that comes only in the spring, after months of grayness and cold.

What exactly she was thinking I never knew. Perhaps of the crop and the whole day's stoking lost. Perhaps of the stranger who had come with his cornet for a day, and then as meaninglessly gone again. For she had been listening too, and she may have understood. A harvest, however lean, is certain every year; but a cornet at night is golden only once. (Cornet at Night)