Quotes About Golden

Our familys full of joy because youre celebrating your fiftieth; And as your kids, we want to say as parents, youre the 'niftieth!' On your golden anniversary, we hope you have lots of fun. Were happy for you, and for us, because in the parent lottery, we won!

Half a century ago, they say, a wonderful marriage began that day. Two beautiful people joined as one, and worked together to make living fun. We celebrate now those fifty years; We raise our glass and give three cheers: To partners in life in both work and play, its our pleasure to share your golden day. Happy 50th Anniversary!

They call 50 years the Golden Anniversary; the two of you shine and are great examples of what a marriage should be.

This evening when the setting sun was reflected in the water and in the windows and cast a bright golden glow over everything, it looked just like a picture by Cuyp.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

ANASHUYA Vijaya, swear to love her never more, VIJAYA Ay, ay. ANASHUYA Swear by the parents of the gods, Dread oath, who dwell on sacred Himalay, On the far Golden Peak; enormous shapes, Who still were old when the great sea was young On their vast faces mystery and dreams; Their hair along the mountains rolled and filled From year to year by the unnumbered nests Of aweless birds, and round their stirless feet The joyous flocks of deer and antelope, Who never hear the unforgiving hound. Swear!

Altogether elsewhere, vast Herds of reindeer move across Miles and miles of golden moss, silently and very fast.

The thing is, I was on YouTube like the golden era, I think. Before ads came in, it was really cool back then.

Ye've no idea how lovely ye look, stark naked, wi' the sun behind you. All gold, like ye were dipped in it.

The oiled hide that covered the window glowed golden in the dark, with the flame of the candle he had left burning in the hope of Claire's return. His sanctuary.

Inside your heart A golden flower blossoms; Inside of me And inside of you Never dying . . . This flower of your soul

A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life.

Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.

Here on a golden chair was seated the prince of Wales in a lovely ermine cloak and a small but costly crown.

The sun in its slow descent filtered great cathedral-moats of gold through latticed boughs of pine and birch and maple. It was that time of day- or afternoon- when the forest's breath, sun-stunned, yearning for night, impalpably swoons to the slow pulsations of blood and time and silence.

We became such darlings of a certain type of media. We became a package; we became easy to sell: these three golden nuggets that could pour out all the goods. It was all exposure in an almost violent way.

O, laat het verleden herinnering zijn, heilige herinneringen, goudene herinneringen, maar zie nu aan het heden! O, laat het heden je troosten, het heden, klein, nederig en arm.

For Humanity sweeps onward: where today the martyr stands, On the morrow crouches Judas with the silver in his hands; Far in front the cross stands ready and the crackling fagots burn, While the hooting mob of yesterday in silent awe return To glean up the scattered ashes into History's golden urn.

Al abrir los ojos, un rayo de sol dorado penetraba por la ventana e iluminaba, como si fuera oro, todo cuanto la rodeaba.

Duties had kept him in London. A place he increasingly detested. A mood that may have come with age, for he had loved the city when he was young, in those last golden days of Victoria's reign. The world had seemed so sure.

Sure, but those times of victory over carnality happened infrequently. However, when they did happen, it was truly golden.

LOVE is like a sunshine...IT brings golden glow to the beholder's face...AND a warm feeling all over their body...IT awakens souls and opens eyes... AND when it is over it brings billions of small memories called stars...To remind the world,that it still exists...

Thinking of you makes my life complete. You're my golden clouds; you're my smile. You are all the soulful love songs within my spirit, like an angel calling me...perfect for my soul!

The story ends. It was written for several reasons. Nine of them are secrets. The tenth is that one should never cease considering human love, which remains as grisly and golden as ever, no matter what is tattooed upon the warm tympanic page.