Quotes About Silver

The indoor picnic had been laid out in an octagonal-shaped sunroom featuring an atrium set in the center of the stone floor. Here a "white garden" planted with white roses, snowy lilies, and silver magnolias gave off a delicious scent that drifted across the table laden with linen, crystal, and silver. The white linen cloth had been scattered with pink rose petals that matched the flowered Sevres china.

On the rise above them the aluminum church glowed silver in the afternoon light.

I am afraid you will forgive the length neither of my letter nor of my silence, and will be as much bored by the silver of the one as by the golden of the other.

I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining,' I said.

And suddenly a shaft of blinding silver-white light three feet long sprang from the broken hilt of Fidelacchius and shone in the first golden light of that day's dawn, humming with the full power of the Sword, only louder now, more melodic, and physically audible.

But hardly old. Went silver early, I'd say. That's always attractive in a man. It means he has both power enough to have responsibilities and conscience enough to worry over them.

How much better to get wisdom than gold! To get understanding is to be chosen rather than silver. Proverbs 16:16

The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.

Who could have guessed when you began married life, how entwined you'd become as husband and wife. After 25 years. You still say 'I Love You' in many different ways. May Silver remind you, you share a special happiness life gives to very few.

Once upon a time Apache land would have stretched farther than the horizon, through New Mexico almost to Texas, but as white men found gold, silver, turquoise, and copper beneath its surface they carved up the territory like children sneaking to the fridge and slicing off a chocolate cake bit by bit: hoping at first that the loss wouldn't be noticed but ultimately not really caring.

The sun rose, the moon saturated the night sky with its silver light and the stars blazed, indifferent to the events happening below them.

Under the glimmer of moonlight among towering forest trees, walks the goddess Artemis. Close to her side she carries with her a silver bow and arrows.

The Magi Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering side by side, And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

This discipline and rough treatment are a furnace to extract the silver from the dross. This testing purifies the gold by boiling the scum away.

Under the harvest moon, When the soft silver Drips shimmering Over the garden nights, Death, the gray mocker, Comes and whispers to you As a beautiful friend Who remembers.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

Compared with the rest of us she was silver, while we were pewter, a common mixture of lead and tin.

Shane looked faintly injured. "I make it my business to know everything about silver. And I saw your notes. I study up on everything when it comes to your boss, anyway." There was a flicker of jealousy about that, but she didn't have time, or energy, to consider it very much. Not even whether or not she liked it.

THE HIGH MOON A SILVER coin in the sequined purse of the night

His earring is a silver circle pierced by an arrow

Quinn Quicksilver

scarab. It's made of silver, tarnished at the moment, and adorned with some of the finest sapphires, rubies, and emeralds

I reached for one, the heavy boar's-tooth bracelets clinking together on my wrist. I saw Murtagh's eyes on them and adjusted them so he could see the engraved silver end pieces. "Aren't they lovely?" I said. "Jenny said they were her mother's." Murtagh's eyes dropped to the bowl of parritch that Mrs. Crook had thrust unceremoniously under his nose. "They suit ye," he mumbled.

the martial art of the long-vanished Tanith wood-warriors, the Nalsheen. In the old days, it was said, the Nalsheen had banded together in the oblique forests of Tanith and, armed only with fighting staves tipped with silver knives, had overthrown the corrupt Huhlhwch Dynasty, ushering in the age of modern, free Tanith.