Quotes About Golden

He reminded me of all the golden boys I'd known in my life- classically handsome and charmingly sure of his place at the very top of the heap, confident that the world was his and that he was safe in it, without ever having considered otherwise.

Even though I was in pain, I remembered the golden rule: if you live in a hostel, never throw away food.

Youth and love and a summer day— What fairer gifts could the gods bestow? Ah, could the golden time but stay, Of youth and love and a summer day!

Morning golden hour is the warm glow of the day's potential Evening golden hour is nature's afterglow to a day well spent

remember the golden apple-trees; O, do not pity them, as you watch them drop one by one, for they fall exhausted, numb, blind but in certain ecstasy, for theirs is the hunger for Paradise.

It's the golden age of French cinema again but it's because Sarkozy had the guts to push through copyright law.

Silence is golden, but sometimes invisibility is golder.

What vague, delicious dreams, Born of this golden hour of afternoon, And air balm-freighted, fill the soul with bliss, Transpierced like yonder clouds with lustrous gleams, Fantastic, brief as they, and, like them, spun Of gilded nothingness!

That's right. Let that be your golden rule." Nakamura smiled and leaned back in his seat. "I'm a big fan of yours, Eve. I think you've got a brilliant future in the department. I'd hate to see your career derailed by a bad decision

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, the air gold and so clean it quivers.

The old man… used to say that a nap "after dinner was silver—before dinner, golden."

I was graduating in two months, but I wasn't to Pitzer, that was for sure. I was the old child, the past that had to burned away, so my mother, the phoenix, could emerge once again, a golden bird rising from the ash.

I think The Doors are one of the classic groups, and I think we're all tempted to feel like the time in which we grew up was somehow special, but I really do believe that there were two golden eras in music: The Forties and Fifties of big band, jazz and swing, and the Sixties and Seventies of rock. To me, they're really unparalleled.

No, I didn't think of myself as an idealist. I consider myself as a believer in what I regard as the Labour Party's basic principles, which have to do with equality and 'do unto others as you would have them do unto you'. You know, the golden rules.

I believe the Rolling Stones wanted to play in Golden Gate Park.

I envy the people who say, 'oh, well, I've got my name in the golden book and I'm going to be entered into the pearly gates.'

I hate it when bands do that; they're so proud of their new album, they have to play all of it and a couple of golden oldies.

The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.

In the slanting beams that streamed through the open doorway the dust danced and was golden. The heavy scent of the roses seemed to brood over everything.

The taste of Scotch, though Guy didn't much care for it, was pleasant because it reminded him of Anne. She drank Scotch, when she drank. It was like her, golden, full of light, made with careful art.

As the rays of sunlight strengthened, the golden glow engulfed the entirety of the thirty-three-hundred-pound capstone. The mind of man . . . receiving enlightenment. The light then began inching down the monument, commencing the same descent it performed every morning. Heaven moving toward earth . . . God connecting to man.

The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn; Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam, Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.

Mercy is the golden chain by which society is bound together.

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time, Who countest the steps of the Sun: Seeking after that sweet golden clime Where the traveller's journey is done. Where the Youth pined away with desire, And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: Arise from their graves and aspire, Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.