Quotes About Silver

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?   Or wilt thou go ask the Mole:   Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?   Or Love in a golden bowl?

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod? Or Love in a golden bowl?

Friday, August 04, 2006 MONUMENT posted 8:31 AM Silver nitrous girls pointed into occult winds of porn and destiny.

And this other evening light, rainy, rose and silver, and to her left a river the color of cold lead. Dark tumble of city, towers in the distance, few lights.

Out of the firelight everything was black and silver, black island, rocks and trees carved cleanly out of the sky and silver river with a flashing light rippling back and forth along the lip of the fall.

On the evening of the third day, I can feel him looking at me. He has a funny expression on his face, like he's doing math in his head. Finally he says, "So what's that thing you got around your neck?" and it's clear what he's up to. "There's no value in it," I say. "Looks like silver," he says, peering

I've only one small silver night to spend So show me no luxuries. It will be enough If you spare me a spider, and when it spins I'll see The six days of Creation in a web And a fly caught on the seventh. And if the dew Should rise in the web, I may well die a Christian.

Dear Miranda Silver, This house is bigger than you know! There are extra floors, with lots of people in them. They are looking people. They look at you, and they never move. We do not like them. We do not like this house, and we are glad to be going away. This is the end of our letter.

I become ocean, mercury, silver shimmers, fairy tales, fascinated.

The moon will press her dimpled cheek Against the bosom of the sky, And, as we dreamed once, seem to speak To silver clouds which drift them by.

Even philanthropy did not have the desired effect. The genuine as well as the false paper money which flooded Moscow lost its value. The French, collecting booty, cared only for gold. Not only was the paper money valueless which Napoleon so graciously distributed to the unfortunate, but even silver lost its value in relation to gold.

Higher and higher receded the sky, wider and wider spread the streak of dawn, whiter grew the pallid silver of the dew, more lifeless the sickle of the moon...

Refine your longing here, in the small silver music of her preparations, under the low-built shelter of repentance.

The silver knives are flashing in that tired old cafe...

I'm assuming you have some secret magical way of dealing with the negative health effects of all those cigarettes.' 'It's kind of you to ask. I sacrifice a virgin schoolgirl every other fortnight by the light of a gibbous moon, using a silver scalpel forged by Swiss albinos. Who are also virgins. Clears my little lungs right up.

I sacrifice a virgin schoolgirl every other fortnight by the light of a gibbous moon, using a silver scalpel forged by Swiss albinos. Who are also virgins.

I like to see photographs: I like to see my family. To me, when I open a basic browser, and it's that very elegant silver simple user interface, I am unhappy. I don't need elegant and silver and simple!

In a way, the sense of quality has improved, the status symbol of the small things is gone, and it is acceptable to use stainless steel, even if the neighbour uses silver.

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

Gold and silver, like other commodities, have an intrinsic value, which is not arbitrary, but is dependent on their scarcity, the quantity of labour bestowed in procuring them, and the value of the capital employed in the mines which produce them.

I stretched out my hands, holding the falling sun in one hand, and the climbing moon in the other, my silver and gold, my gift from life. My gift of life. My life is a hesitation in time. An opening in a cave. A gap for a word.

My mother called me Silver. I was born part precious metal part pirate.

With the poet, it is gold and silver, but with the philosopher it is iron and corn, which have civilized men, and ruined mankind.

To ancient Chinese fancy, the Milky Way was a luminous river, - the River of Heaven, - the Silver Stream.