Quotes About Golden

They were standing at the top of a mountain, on a wide patch of flat land. Far below lay a vast swath of farmland, fields of green. Great rectangles of brown, newly tilled earth. "California," Ant said. Elsa had never seen land so beautiful. So fertile. So green. California. The Golden State.

about the simple joy of seeing sunshine through clean glass, golden, pure as the gaze of God, and how it could lift one's spirit.

The love she felt for Rob now was a burning tenderness, a knowledge that he was the one who'd taught he it was POSSIBLE to love, who had melted the ice of her heart. it was strong and gentile and steady, full of admiration and the intimacy of shared likes and dislikes. it was golden and warm like a summer afternoon.

Ah, Hope what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of to-day, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow.

He was young and glorious and golden.

My eyes are usually described as golden... and luminous.

Breakfast brought an oppressive gloom down upon my spirit. Soft-boiled eggs oozed a golden ichor of loneliness onto my spoon; the buttered rolls spoke only of the further torment of my being. Failure swirled in the milky depths of my tea and the bacon I devoured was the bacon of grief.

No-thing less splendid than a golden sepulchre would have suited so noble a heart.

The days may not be so bright and balmy—yet the quiet and melancholy that linger around them is fraught with glory. Over everything connected with autumn there lingers some golden spell—some unseen influence that penetrates the soul with its mysterious power.

Autumn breathes in golden sunshine and breathes out a frosty chill.

In every orchard Autumn stands, With apples in his golden hands.

If we have not quiet in our own minds, outward comforts will do no more for us than a golden slipper on a gouty foot.

At the last moments of the universe, with eternal darkness converging from all sides, surely someone will arise and cry out: 'Hold back the end for a final moment, while I pay tribute to the gallant brewmasters who have provided us a pathway of golden glory down the fading corridors of time!' And then, is it not possible that a bright gap will appear in the dark, through which the brewmasters are allowed to proceed, to build a finer universe?

If I'm being honest, yes, I've always been into the underdog instead of the golden boy or guy with the easy life. It doesn't seem that dramatic from a storied perspective to play someone that has it easy or is incredibly normal.

A lot of my characters are underdogs or sad or lonely, but I had a comfortable, golden sort of childhood.

I love being brown, so I love using Guerlain Terracotta Bronzing Powder. I use it everywhere: my forehead, my cheekbones, a little bit by my chin. It gives me a golden balance that I really like. I also use the Becca Shimmering Skin Perfector for my highlighter right underneath my eye. It's a pretty color - it's not too much and not too little.

An ideal potato gratin will contain creamy and tender potato slices, topped with a crunchy, golden crust, and browned edges underneath and all around - a quality that requires good heat transfer from the dish to its contents.

Silence is golden...but in times of tyranny it is blood red

The imagination is the golden pathway to everywhere.

See how this evening the tree-tops are gilded by the setting sun. So likewise my soul appears to you all shining and golden because it is exposed to the rays of Love.

I come from a land in the sun-bright deep,         Where golden gardens glow,      Where the winds of the north, becalmed in sleep,         Their conch shells never blow.

Sleep is that golden chain that ties health and our bodies together.

Up goes the rocket. Its golden grain falls, fertilising, upon the rich soil of my imagination.

Was it wisdom? Was it knowledge? Was it, once more, the deceptiveness of beauty, so that all one's perceptions, half way to truth, were tangled in a golden mesh?