Quotes About Treasure

The entire city of Las Vegas—plastic opulence, treasure for the taking, vulgar towers, and cocktail waitresses with improbable breasts—is built on the self-delusion of the Beta Male.

From the inheritance series book one Eragon. Broom The sands of time cannot be stopped years pass whether we will them or not, but we can remember.......what has been lost may yet live on in memories, that which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented yet treasure it for without you it does not exist.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not … but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories. That which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented, yet treasure it, for without you it does not exist. I give you now a memory that has been forgotten, hidden in the dreamy haze that lies behind us.

A library's ideal function is to be a little bit like a bouquiniste's stall, a place for trouvailles .

In the light of this reflection, the library seemed all the more disturbing to me. It was then the place of a long, centuries-old murmuring, an imperceptible dialogue between one parchment and another, a living thing, a receptacle of powers not to be ruled by a human mind, a treasure of secrets emanated by many minds, surviving the death of those who had produced them or had been their conveyors.

De ideale functie van een bibliotheek is om een beetje te lijken op de kraam van een bouquiniste, de ideale plek voor trouvailles.

Malcolm Goodwin's Holy Grail

If success were gold, lying in rivers, love was a diamond, buried hundreds of feet beneath the surface of the earth and unrecognizable in its natural form.

No thief, however skillful, can rob one of knowledge, and that is why knowledge is the best and safest treasure to acquire.

he collected the stories like treasure.

There's a long pause. But it's not a bad pause, because Mik is looking at me like I'm the treasure from the high shelf that someone's just taken down and put into his hands. I find I don't mind being looked at like this. I don't mind it at all.

it's like . . . finding a book inside another book. A small treasure of a book hidden inside a big common one—like . . . spells printed on dragonfly wings, discovered tucked inside a cookery book, right between the recipes for cabbages and corn. That's what a kiss is like, he thought, no matter how brief: It's a tiny, magical story, and a miraculous interruption of the mundane.

And so this paradise was like a jewel box without a jewel. There it lay, day after day..., and waited for lovers to find it and fill it with their happiness

He learned to coax Brother Cyrus into that place of reverie, and he collected the stories like treasure. Lazlo owned nothing, not one single thing, but from the first, the stories felt like his own hoard of gold.

Ziri nunca había oído nada parecido a esa historia de rastro de mapas del tesoro. Excepto, quizás, la historia del ángel que había entrado disfrazado en la ciudad con barrotes del enemigo para bailar con su dama.

Precious jewels are to be sought, not to be seeking.

And silver, though few people knew it, was a rarer metal than gold.

That which is priceless has no cost.

There's a full moon tonight, so everything is Peary and shadowy but visible. It gives me the feeling of something stolen, something I wasn't supposed to be able to see. Some treasure not normally mine.

Check your pockets, my chimney-child.

This was how it was done; you bare your belly to a great beast and endure trials and it all works itself out. There is a treasure or a sword. Or a woman. And that thing is yours not because you defeated anything, or because your flesh was hard and unyielding, but because you were worthy of it, worthy all along.

You are my treasure, my pale gold, the heart of my heart. You lie at the bottom of my being and gnaw upon my roots.

This was how it was done: you bare your belly to a great beast and endure trials and it all works itself out. There is a treasure or a sword. Or a woman. And that thing is yours not because you defeated anything, or because your flesh was hard and unyielding, but because you were worthy of it, worthy all along. The trials and the beast were just a way of telling the world you wanted it, and the world asking in her hard way, hard as bones and hollow mountains, if you really and truly did.

He who prizes little things is worthy of great ones