Quotes About Treasure

I like Goodwill and the thrift stores. I don't like going into a store and picking from a bunch of cute stuff that's already been found. One of the best parts is finding it myself.

I like to thrift. I think it's the funnest thing ever. But it's a sport: You have to wake up, eat, and then it's a whole day.

I began to picture my children's hearts as treasure chests of a different sort, and I vowed to fill them with intrinsic treasures: the best stories, memorized Scripture, priceless images of classical art, excellent books, memories from great feasts enjoyed together and special days celebrated, great Bible stories and wisdom passages, plus heart photographs of love given, holidays cherished, lessons learned.

Questo luogo caldo e umido, che sapeva di muffa, dove aveva trovato rifugio, era un mausoleo di libri, un tesoro dimenticato, un cimitero di tutte le pagine non lette e illeggibili.

Many useful and valuable books lie buried in shops and libraries, unknown and unexamined, unless some lucky compiler opens them by chance, and finds an easy spoil of wit and learning.

O, that we could put our treasure in Christ's hand, and give Him our gold to keep, and our crown.

My other treasure was my virginity, and I'd thought of selling it too, years back, to the steward's hunchback son. I had refrained, holding out -I told myself- for a higher bidder. Now I fancied myself ruler of an impregnable realm.

To me, reading through old letters and journals is like treasure hunting. Somewhere in those faded, handwritten lines there is a story that has been packed away in a dusty old box for years.

Our archives are treasure troves - a testament to many lives lived and the complexity of the way we move forward. They contain clues to the real concerns of day-to-day life that bring the past alive.

I've always viewed history as my personal treasure chest.

She must be rich who can forego An hour so jewelled with delight, She must have teasuries of joy That she can draw on day and night, She must be very sure of heaven– Or is it only that she feels How much more safe it is to lack A thing that time so often steals.

Some people spend so much time hunting treasure that they fail to see it all around them. It's like sifting through gold to find the silt.

Not to understand a treasure's worth till time has stole away the slighted good, is cause of half the poverty we feel, and makes the world the wilderness it is.

Great artists treasure their time with a bitter and snarling miserliness.

You will come to learn, as we have in our long lives, that what is given freely is often despised. It is only when we pay for something that we treasure it.

My friend, I assure you, if you have won a true woman's true love, you have a far greater fortune than your millions--a treasure that none can afford to despise.

Because adults forgot how porous that border was, the ease with which you could summon monsters and find treasure in any basement. Besides, adults talked to themselves. Was that any more rational?

Treasure a handful of dirt from your home,      But love not ten thousand taels of foreign gold.

I know it is so. What dear-bought treasured certainty that was.

The man might have died in a fit; but then the jewels are missing, mused the Inspector, Ha! I have a theory. These flashes come upon me at times... What do you think of this, Holmes? Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off the treasure! How's that? On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside, said Holmes.

When people bury treasure nowadays they do it in the Post-Office bank.

What do you think of this, Holmes? Sholto was, on his own confession, with his brother last night. The brother died in a fit, on which Sholto walked off with the treasure? How's that? On which the dead man very considerately got up and locked the door on the inside.

From within he produced a crumpled piece of paper, and old-fashioned brass key, a peg of wood with a ball of string attached to it, and three rusty old disks of metal.

It is a romance! cried Mrs. Forrester. An injured lady, half a million in treasure, a black cannibal, and a wooden-legged ruffian. They take the place of the conventional dragon or wicked earl.