Quotes About Golden

She was the golden thread running through everything, a lens that magnified beauty so that the whole world stood transfigured in relation to her, and her alone.

Even the adorable drag in her step (like the little mermaid, too fragile to walk on land) drove me crazy. She was the golden thread running through everything, a lens that magnified beauty so that the whole world stood transfigured in relation to her, and her alone.

Around our pillows golden ladders rise, And up and down the skies, With winged sandals shod, The angels come, and go, the Messengers of God! -Richard Henry Stoddard

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Everything beautiful is golden and strewn with pearls. Even golden people live here. But misfortune is a dark power, a monstrous, cannibalistic giant, who is, however, vanquished, because a good woman, who happily knows how to avert disaster, stands ready to help.

Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.

He collects my ashes himself, though this is a women's duty. He puts them in a golden urn, the finest in our camp, and turns to the watching Greeks. 'When I am dead, I charged you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.

The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered gleam of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again.

I was a golden witch, who had no past at all.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk, their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun

Come live with me, and be my love, And we will some new pleasures prove Of golden sands, and crystal brooks, With silken lines, and silver hooks.

She might be the daughter of a king or a common servant girl, but we know she is a princess at heart. She is young with a youth that seems eternal. Her flowing hair, her deep eyes, her luscious lips, her sculpted figure - she makes the rose blush for shame; the sun is pale compared to her light. Her heart is golden, her love as true as an arrow.

It was an unforgettable painting; it set a dense golden halo of light round the most trivial of moments, so that the moment, and all such moments, could never be completely trivial again.

From this skull-rock strange golden roots throw Ikons and incidents; the man in the mask Manipulates. I am the fool that falls And never learns to wait and watch, Icarus eternally damned, the dupe of time . . .

the sun was blazing all around them and the rays of sun were shooting past them, millions of rays shooting past them like- like golden machine-gun fire.

O welcome pure-eyed Faith, white handed Hope, Thou hovering angel girt with golden wings.

I had understood gods could bleed, but I had never seen it. He was one of the greatest of our kind, and the drops that fell from him were golden, smearing his back with a terrible beauty.

Ein goldener Käfig ist und bleibt ein Käfig.

It was Daedalus who answered. A golden cage is still a cage.

Dans l'obscurité, deux ombres tendent les bras à travers le crépuscule pesant et sans espoir. Leurs mains se rencontrent, et quand la lumière les inonde subitement, on dirait que cent urnes dorées déversent soudain leur contenu ensoleillé.

He was spring, golden and bright.

He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow again.

embossed with the story of the princess Danae. Zeus had wooed her in a shower of golden light, and she had borne him Perseus, Gorgon-slayer, second only to Heracles among our heroes.

He was spring, golden and bright. Envious Death would drink his blood, and grow young again.