Quotes About Diamond

Not for the first time, it occurred to me that sorrow could be purified into song the same way a piece of coal is purified into a diamond.

she thought darkly, sploshing cold Sauvignon Blanc into two glasses and knocking back half of

The greater the pressure the brighter the diamond.

Fred was afraid of the night, afraid his body would slip away from him, dissolve in that purple velvet with diamond eyes, the tropical night. The tropical night did not lie inert, like a painted movie backdrop, but was filled with whisperings, and seemed to have arms like the foliage. Beauty was a drug. The small beach shone like mercury at their feet.

In the face of such overwhelming statistical possibilities hypochondria has always seems to me to be the only rational position to take on life.

Poetry is the diamond of thoughts and language of feeling and fragrance of love that breathes the beauty of life.

Though the golden ring is worthy, it is the worthiest and beautiful with the diamond; similarly, the human with faith and love.

The window's amber glass gives a diamond cutout into the world which is one I wouldn't want to be in — leafless and gray with frozen flaques on which to slip and bust your ass, and everyone inside's a bit gray, too, as if the sky's cold hand had caressed then invaded the face.

No moon, sun, diamond, hands — fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.

A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.

Wit must be foiled by wit: cut a diamond with a diamond.

Knock, knock. Who's there? You're diamond. You're diamond who? You're diamond me crazy!

The first thing a girl hopes for from the garden of love is at least one carat.

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered for they are gone forever.

leaving the air crystal and sweet and the dusty, used leaves sparkling. The lake surface was a diamond-dusted, dancing indigo...

Richard Diamond was also seen on TV (1957–60), but the role as played by David Janssen bore little resemblance to the Powell original. The most notable gimmick of the TV series was the addition of a secretary, Sam, who was seen only as a pair of gorgeous legs (which belonged to Mary Tyler Moore). The radio show was charming, though peppered with moments of genuine silliness. A solid run is available on tape. Powell, though at ease with the microphone, did tend to fluff.

Capricious river draughts, sucking up the damp defile, whipped upward into the blistering sunlight gray spiral towers that leaped into opal fires and dissolved in showers of diamond and pearl and amethyst.

A baseball fan has the digestive apparatus of a billy goat. He can, and does, devour any set of diamond statistics with insatiable appetite and then nuzzles hungrily for more.

Diamond, for all its great beauty, is not nearly as interesting as the hexagonal plane of graphite. It is not nearly as interesting because we live in a three-dimensional space, and in diamond, each atom is surrounded in all three directions in space by a full coordination.

Wind passed again; the iris shuddered about the diamond chip.

One night I came home to find the landlady scrubbing blood off the front step. 'Been a murder,' she said, 'but it's all right. Wasn't one of ours.' There's a comfort. I wonder what Alice Diamond would have made of it.

The Enlightened person is like a clear window through which the light of reality shines, through which that light can be seen almost as it is. Or one can say that he or she is like a crystal or diamond concentrating and reflecting that light.

Morning Song A diamond of a morning Waked me an hour too soon; Dawn had taken in the stars And left the faint white moon. O white moon, you are lonely, It is the same with me, But we have the world to roam over, Only the lonely are free.

As to her honour, it is as bright as when her peerless form first glanced before my eyes. The stolen diamond does not lose its lustre; nor has pollution touched her noble nature. Judgment alone has failed her; she has missed her way in darkness, led by false lights astray — the will o' the wisp and flashing, wandering meteors, which catch the unwary eye.