Quotes About Treasure

thick Icelandic wool knit into bulky sweaters. The sweater is called a lopapeysa, and it's a national treasure. Everyone has at least one, from the baggage handlers to

Anything that belongs to anyone can be precious. The only thing that will not matter is when everything is undervalued.

Am auzit sau am citit c? filoanele de aur au uneori la suprafa?? un înveliÈ™ de cuarÈ›, din care e greu s? extragi metalul. Presupun c? È™i inima ta are un asemenea înveliÈ™; în?untru se afl? metalul preÈ›ios, dar afurisita asta de coaj? nu s-a topit de tot...

Men dig tons of earth to find an ounce of gold.

I've always... cherished you

I kind of feel like I know the reason that I was born. After 58 years of life, I know why I turned out this way. I know why I treasure life so much. I know why I cannot overlook wickedness. All of these things I experienced weren't for nothing. It was for this moment, right now, that I was born. I became a machine for this moment.

knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.

And I remember this man who never ran out of poems telling me once that knowing a book by heart is like carrying a house inside your chest.

I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.

Notre coeur est un trésor, videz-le d'un coup, vous êtes ruinés.

My mother used to take me to flea markets in my stroller, and I would just rummage through the piles. You've got to dig through the overstuffed racks that everyone else just walks by. It's the only way to find the cool stuff.

Isn't it comforting to know that God knew each of us before He created us? He planned what each of us would look like, who our parents would be, if and who we would marry, and how many children we would have. Before we could know God, He cared for us. He hid each of us away as a treasure until He brought us to be. God says that He fashioned each of us with awe and wonder.

Our general was elsewhere, but we drowned. While he rested, he shipped us home with the bulk of? his spoils that had weighed his army down. The thrashing storm that caught us cracked the hulls and made us offerings to the sea floor?-- a rain of statues, gold, and men.

Humans have "dominion" over animals. But that "dominion" (radah in Hebrew) does not mean despotism, rather we are set over creation to care for what God has made and to treasure God's own treasures.

I've been told there's a special golden shelf, in the secret vault kept at the back of every bookstore in America, that contains the Bible, 'War and Peace,' and 'Driving Mr. Albert.'

Like Venice, Italy, New Orleans is a cultural treasure. And everyone who lived in the city should be allowed to come back. But that doesn't mean that they all should live in exactly the same spot that they lived before.

I'm a perceptive person. I know what's good and I don't venture into what's not good. I've discovered my own khazana. Everybody should.

Many a treasure besides Ali Baba's is unlocked with a verbal key.

I was about 12 when I first encountered 'The Moonstone' - or a Classics Illustrated version of it - digging through an old trunk in my grandfather's house on a rainy Bengali afternoon.

Ah, Young One," he said, holding up the box. "I have brought you a riddle: What is the essence of the moment but as fleeting as the wind?" "All that lives, Master," I said. "Plus, whatever is in the box." He beamed at me and opened the lid. "Snatch the cannoli, Grasshopper," he said, and I did. Over

my greatest asset, and making sure I never take it for

If the isolation that accompanies blindness compels me to a deeper connection with God, I am the richer. All of us need to treasure anything within us that makes us feel just a little detached from the greater arena of human experience, for it may be the one thing that God mercifully gives us to tie us to Himself and fill our need to be known by Him.

Will it be the same in the future?  Will the prized treasures of to-day always be the cheap trifles of the day before?  Will rows of our willow-pattern dinner-plates be ranged above the chimneypieces of the great in the years 2000 and odd? 

week, listening to the horrible racket of tumbling, grinding stone, and when they came out, they'd morphed from rocks to treasure? That's what Jessica Morrell does for my books. She's the polisher, my manuscripts are the stones, and the grinding sound is me complaining because