Quotes About Golden

Indeed, for the first time in her life she almost could see her heart, and to her astonishment it seemed a brave and hopeful thing: a small wooden cup of some golden liquid, brimming until it spilled over all...

The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.

I grew up in the '70s and '80s, at a time that I'd argue was the absolute golden age of American popular culture. Because not only did we have all of the fantastic new stuff in print and on screens, but we had a constant supply of everything that came before, as well.

Let's just say, brat, that if the wits beneath your golden hair were any dimmer you would be not a female, but a dandelion

but it seemed so much worse somehow when he turned out to have golden curls like an angel and eyes the colour of forget-me-nots.

Greatness, with private men Esteem'd a blessing, is to me a curse; And we, whom, for our high births, they conclude The happy freemen, are the only slaves. Happy the golden mean!

Jove lifts the golden balances that show The fates of mortal men, and things below.

Music's golden tongue Flatter'd to tears this aged man and poor.

The use of butterflies is to adorn the world and delight the eyes of men, to brighten the countryside, serving like so many golden spangles to decorate the fields.

God speaks of his children shining best in ways that only he can provide. The heavens lift one as a golden child while the flesh lowers one to a child with gold.

The Taj is pinkish in the morning, milky white in the evening and golden when the moon shines.

Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

Once, when the days were ages, And the old Earth was young, The high gods and the sages From Nature's golden pages Her open secrets wrung.

Lion, lion golden spunin savannahs of the sun, What immortal eye, or handweaves beasts from dreams, sews sky to land?

Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.

We are stardust, we are golden and we've got to get ourselves back to the garden.

In the distant golden sunset sky, a magnificent rainbow is opening wings to fly.

Silence is golden, but saying, "I Love You."Is priceless.

See the golden beach sands and blue skyin a cool breezemy mind flys high

POETRY: A sliver of the moon lost in the belly of a golden frog.

Who soweth good seed shall surely reap The year grows rich as it groweth old And life's latest sands are its sands of gold!

He loves to sit and hear me sing,Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;Then stretches out my golden wing,And mocks my loss of liberty.

Once out of nature I shall never takeMy bodily form from any natural thing,But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths makeOf hammered gold and gold enamelingTo keep a drowsy Emperor awake;Or set upon a golden bough to singTo lords and ladies of ByzantiumOf what is past, or passing, or to come.