Quotes About Gold

The sunlight on the garden Hardens and grows cold, We cannot cage the minute Within its nets of gold

It took me time to realize that the men who won Olympic gold medals in the decathlon are just men, just like me.

Yesterday Michael Phelps set an all-time Olympic record for most medals. Phelps has so much gold on his chest he's been asked to join the cast of 'Jersey Shore.'

Love is a wonderous thing. It moves mountains and stills a baby's cries. It beats inside every human's heart, yet is more precious than gold. It cannot be bought or sold or stolen. It keeps us alive.

The loincloth, too, was ornamented in gold and barely covered his private parts decently.

He smells pleasantly of English cigarettes, expensive perfume, honey, his skin has taken on the scent of silk, the fruity smell of silk tussore, the smell of gold . . .

Attianus had been right in his conjectures: the virgin gold of respect would be too soft without some alloy of fear.

It was a moment of equal parts anxiety and awe, like the striking of a wide seam of gold. The prospector sinks to his knees--he's only been looking for coal. At a gush of oil he'd hoot, baptize himself and buy the drinks. But the sight of gold is different. He observes a moment's silence. Then he rises, eyes watering. How to get it properly out of the earth? How not to be robbed in the meantime?

Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver.

Treasure a handful of dirt from your home,      But love not ten thousand taels of foreign gold.

The Great Depression, the 1973 oil crisis, the rapid inflation of the late '70s, the British sterling crisis of 1976, Black Monday in 1987, the dot-com bubble of 2000, the housing bust in 2008, the 28% drop in gold prices in 2013—all of these surprises caught most investments professionals way off guard.

Truth lights up the soul in proportion to its purity, not in any sense to its quantity. It isn't the quantity of metal which matters, but the degree of alloy. In this respect, a little pure gold is worth a lot of pure gold. A little pure truth is worth as much as a lot of pure truth. Similarly, one perfect Greek statue contains as much beauty as two perfect Greek statues.

Og Sigurd som skjenket ravnen, Odins svane, blodig øl, mistet livet; landets herre ødela ham ved Oglo. Gullets øder, den uredde, livet lot i luende ild, da landkongene brøt sitt løfte, sveik i trygd Tys ætling.

This is a test, isn't it? It's like choosing out of three caskets in a fairy tale. Everyone knows the rules. You never choose the gold shiny one. Or even the quite impressive silver one. What you're supposed to do is choose the dull little lead one, and then there's a flash of light and it turns into a mountain of jewels

What is God singing in his profound Delphi of gold and shadow?

Gold authenticity can only be tested under maximum fire. The same holds true with regard to manhood.

There comes a time, thief, when the jewels cease to sparkle, when the gold loses its luster, when the throne room becomes a prison, and all that is left is a father's love for his child.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, the work of human hands. They have mouths, but they do not speak; they have eyes, but they do not see; they have ears, but they do not hear, nor is there any breath in their mouths. Those who make them become like them, so do all who trust in them' (Psalm 135:15-18;

Midas, they say, possessed the art of old Of turning whatsoe'er he touch'd to gold; This modern statesmen can reverse with ease — Touch them with gold, they'll turn to what you please.

Buttercups in the sunshine look like little cups of gold. Perhaps the Faeries come to drink the raindrops that they hold.

Maddie took the top of her egg off. The hot bright yolk was like summer sun breaking through cloud. The first daffodil in the snow. A gold sovereign wrapped in a white silk handkerchief. She dipped her spoon in it and licked it.

I remember the will said, 'May God thy gold refine.' That must be from the Bible." "Shakespeare," Turtle said. All quotations were either from the Bible or Shakespeare.

Bees are Black, with Gilt Surcingles—Buccaneers of Buzz.