Quotes About Jewel

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

Sweet are the uses of adversity,Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;And this our life exempt from public haunt,Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

It seems she hangs upon the cheek of nightLike a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!

I saw the S.B.A. with just enormous potential, and that's what I told the president - this is really a jewel.

Each sunrise is a precious jewel . . . for it may never be followed by its sunset.

A saturated meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small

Put your soul in the palm of my hand for me to look at, like a crystal jewel. I'll sketch it in words...

But it was the kind of experience—like death, like the glow of a jewel, like the beauty of a sunset—that is almost impossible to convey to others.

we are "the carriers of the central jewel, the flashing purpose that lights up the whole dark universe.

The little bird drone watched me from a branch halfway up the oak. Noticing that came as a shock. My husband had been told it was security provided by the HOA. Later, I would ask to see the surveillance footage, be told a glitch had erased it. Meanwhile, it just sat there, a dull pewter jewel with blue plastic wings. Staring at me.

I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: 'T will keep. I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.

Healthcare is the cornerstone of the socialist state. It is the crown jewel of the welfare state.

Love you! Girl, you're in the very core of my heart. I hold you there like a jewel. Didn't I promise you I'd never tell you a lie? Love you! I love you with all there is of me to love. Heart, soul, brain. Every fibre of body and spirit thrilling to the sweetness of you. There's nobody in the world for me but you, Valancy.

There is a life in you, search that life, search the secret jewel in the mountain of your body.

Only I don't know," the Enchantress pinched her lips together, "who gave you permission to describe my internal organs. How did it go? 'Her heart, as though a jewel, adorned her neck. Hard as if of diamond made, and as a diamond so unfeeling, sharper than obsidian, cutting—' Did you make that up yourself? Or perhaps…?

It is, perhaps, a better thing to be valued only as an object of passion than never to be valued at all. I had never been so absolutely the mysterious other. I had become a kind of phoenix, a fabulous beast; I was an outlandish jewel.

I felt privileged to be a facet of such a jewel in the crown of American cinema.

The red bird, the Jewel bearer, born of my blood from my father's hand, had returned to defend me.

The writers I respect the most had an undying commitment to a vision.

I've always had a love for poetry and when I got signed to a record label I thought, 'How odd that I'm doing a record before a book of poetry '

So you write to our congressmen With bleeding pens Of the sorrow within And in return they just send Tickets to the latest Tom Hanks show

But as the priceless treasure too frequently hides at the bottom of well, it needs some courage to dive for it, especially as he that does so will be likely to incur more scorn and obloquy for the mud and water into which he has ventured to plunge, than thanks for the jewel he procures; as like in manner, she who undertakes the cleansing of a careless bachelor's apartment will be liable to more abuse for the dust she raises than commendation for the clearance she effects.

I wear silk -- the cover to uncover -- because silk is what I want you to think of. But I dislike the cloth. It is too stern. So tell me anything but track me like a climber for here is the eye, here is the jewel, here is the excitement the nipple learns. I am unbalanced -- but I am not mad with snow. I am mad the way young girls are mad, with an offering, an offering... I burn the way money burns.

And at this table in my absurd room, I, a pathetic and anonymous office clerk, write words as if they were the soul's salvation, and I gild myself with the impossible sunset of high and vast hills in the distance, with the statue I received in exchange for life's pleasures, and with the ring of renunciation on my evangelical finger, the stagnant jewel of my ecstatic disdain.