Explore Quotes on Gold

Find me a reasonable lover against his weight in gold.

True Love in this differs from gold and clay,_x000D__x000D_That to divide is not to take away._x000D__x000D_Love is like understanding, that grows bright,_x000D__x000D_Gazing on many truths; 'tis like thy light,_x000D__x000D_Imagination! which from earth and sky,_x000D__x000D_And from the depths of human phantasy,_x000D__x000D_As from a thousand prisms and mirrors, fills_x000D__x000D_The Universe with glorious beams, and kills_x000D__x000D_Error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow_x000D__x000D_Of its reverberated lightning.

Love is not a feeling to pass away_x000D__x000D_Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day......._x000D__x000D_Love is not a passion of earthly mould_x000D__x000D_As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold

Man cannot call the brimming instant back;_x000D__x000D_Time's an affair of instants spun to days;_x000D__x000D_If man must make an instant gold, or black,_x000D__x000D_Let him, he may; but Time must go his ways._x000D__x000D_Life may be duller for an instant's blaze._x000D__x000D_Life's an affair of instants spun to years,_x000D__x000D_Instants are only cause of all these tears.

Tragedy is like strong acid - it dissolves away all but the very gold of truth.

I decorated my house like a medieval gothic castle, European-style. Chandeliers and red velvet curtains. My bedroom is pink and black, my bathroom is totally Hello Kitty, I have a massive pink couch and a big antique gold cross.

If I'm on the course and lightning starts, I get inside fast. If God wants to play through, let him.

The early morning has gold in its mouth.

If it were not for the Belly, the Back might wear Gold.

Come forward, some great marshal, and organize equality in society, and your rod shall swallow up all the juggling old court gold-sticks

Each day of the holidays comes bringing its own gifts. _x000D__x000D_Open your heart,_x000D__x000D_Untie the ribbons,_x000D__x000D_and enjoy the contents!_x000D__x000D_Were earth a thousand times as fair_x000D__x000D_Beset with gold and jewels rare_x000D__x000D_She yet were far too poor to be_x000D__x000D_A narrow cradle,_x000D__x000D_Lord, for Thee.

Things that really matter are the things that gold can't buy, so let's have another cup o' coffee and let's have another piece o' pie.

For a long time we dreamed of a real leather ball, and at last my brother had one for his birthday. The feel of the leather, the stitching round it, the faint gold letters stamped upon it, the touch of the seam, the smell of it, all affected me so deeply that I still have that ache of beauty when I hold a cricket ball.

Time will run back and fetch the Age of Gold.

It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange.

Black for hunting through the night For death and mourning the color's white Gold for a bride in her wedding gown And red to call the enchantment down White silk when our bodies burn Blue banners when the lost return Flame for the birth of a Nephilim And to wash away our sins. Gray for the knowledge best untold Bone for those who don't grow old Saffron lights the victory march Green to mend our broken hearts Silver for the demon towers And bronze to summon wicked powers -Shadowhunter children's rhyme

Cath ran her fingers along the cover, over the raised gold type. Then someone else ran right into her, pushing the book into Cath's chest. Pushing two books into her chest. Cath looked up just as Wren threw an arm around her. "They're both crying," Cath heard Reagan say. "I can't even watch." Cath freed an arm to wrap around her sister. "I can't believe it's really over," she whispered. Wren held her tight and shook her head. She really was crying, too. "Don't be so melodramatic, Cath," Wren laughed hoarsely. "It's never over... It's Simon.

Time was like the rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted. Until you love a mortal. Then time became gold in a miser's hands, every bright year counted out carefully, infinitely precious, and each one slipping through you fingers. Cassandra Clare: What Really Happened in Peru

It was dark in the alcove, so dark that Jace was only an outline of shadows and gold. His body pinned Clary's to the wall. His hands slid down along her body and reached the end of her dress, drawing it up along her legs. "What are you doing?" She whispered. "Jace?" He looked at her. The peculiar light in the club turned his eyes an array of fractured colors. His smile was wicked. "You can tell me to stop whenever you want," he said. "But you won't.

Evie picked up the smallest of the rings and tried it on the fourth finger of her left hand. It fit perfectly. Raising it closer to her face, she examined the design. It was the simplest of all the rings, a polished gold band engraved with the words Tha Gad Agam Ort. “What does this mean?” she asked MacPhee. “It says, ‘My love is upon ye.

My mother might find a thin gold chain at the back of a drawer, wadded into an impossibly tight knot, and give it to me to untangle. It would have a shiny, sweaty smell, and excite me: Gold chains linked you to the great fairy tales and myths, to Arabia, and India; to the great weight of the world, but lighter than a feather.