Quotes About Silver

Silver is sometimes more valuable than gold, that is, in large quantities.

Mornings are wonderful! The only drawback is that they come at such an inconvenient time of day!

You wouldn't believe it,' Rauve said as his shadow fell across the stable entrance. 'All black like Lucifer the thief was. Fast as the Devil, too, whist-whist-whist, leaping, kicking. Still, I could've caught the bastard if I hadn't been protecting my lady love.' 'The Scots say he can't be caught,' Adric said. 'They say he's not of this world.' 'Well, if he's not of this world, then what does he need my silver for?

A man has gray hair; a poet has locks as silvery as long-lost treasure.

Hope is the silver lining of dreams.

discovery of gold and silver in America, the extirpation, enslavement and entombment in mines of the aboriginal population, the beginning of the conquest and looting of the East Indies, the turning of Africa into a warren for the commercial hunting of black-skins, signalized the rosy dawn of the era of capitalist production

Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.

It was a silver watch with a matching chain and fob, and on the back was an engraving of Samaranth. 'Is it a time machine?' Jack asked. 'Will it let us travel through time?' 'I believe it will,' Ordo Maas replied. 'I've found that for every minute I watch it, I move a full minute farther into the future.

How stubborn life is, It clings like silver in our souls.

It is important to realize that gold and silver are international commodities and that, therefore, when not prohibited by government decree, foreign coins are perfectly capable of serving as standard moneys.

The silver-leaved birch retains in its old age a soft bark; there are some such men.

Common men should esteem learning as silver, noble men prize it as gold, and princes as jewels.

them. Her hair was short and fluffed and silver

I am the guardian of the sleeping fawn; the snow is dear to me; and the moon rising; and the silver sea.

Here we slept, she says. And he adds, Kisses without number. Waking in the morning - Silver between the trees - Upstairs - In the garden - When summer came - In winter snowtime - The doors go shutting far in the distance, gently knocking like the pulse of a heart.

Miss La Trobe was pacing to and fro between the leaning birch trees. One hand was deep stuck in her jacket pocket; the other held a foolscap sheet. She was reading what was written there. She had the look of a commander pacing his deck. The leaning graceful trees with black bracelets circling the silver bark were distant about a ship's length.

All these ancestors and centuries, and silver and gold, have bred a perfect body. She is stag like, or race horse like, save for the face, which pouts, and has no very sharp brain. But as a body hers is perfection. So many rare and curious objects hit one's brain like pellets which perhaps unfold later. But it's the breeding of Vita's that I took away with me as an impression, carrying her and Knole in my eye [...]

A procession of silver pencils marched down an endless tunnel of corruption.

Power consumed power. It would duel until only one remained if it was not held in check. She was the check. She was the silver on the road.

There is an elaborate North African mezuzah case that dates to sometime in the 1700s, and by the nineteenth century Jews in Russia, eastern Europe, and Morocco were shaping mezuzah cases out of silver, creating miniature arks and fish and other pretty symbols in which to house their slices of parchment.

Titles of honor are like the impressions on coins, which add no value to gold or silver, but only render brass current

It seems inappropriate for the light to be so bright, for the sky to be so blue, and he's relieved when a cloud drifts over the sun and the water turns from silver to gray.

Love is like an April day, Half of sunshine, half of shower; Right the poets, they who say Love is like an April day— Silver lined, deny who may, Are the clouds that darkly lower— Love is like an April day, Half of sunshine, half of shower.

Where gripping griefs the heart would wound, And doleful dumps the mind oppress, There music with her silver sound With speed is wont to send redress: Of troubled minds, in every sore, Sweet music hath a salve in store.