#olden

Silence is not only golden, it is seldom misquoted. ↗

— Bob Monkhouse

#misquoted #only #seldom #silence

Ah, Hope! what would life be, stripped of thy encouraging smiles, that teach us to look behind the dark clouds of today, for the golden beams that are to gild the morrow. ↗

— Susanna Moodie

#beams #behind #clouds #dark #encouraging

Capo, my first golden retriever, so loved to swim she once jumped off a cliff to get into Lake Superior. ↗

— Sara Paretsky

#first #get #golden #into #jumped

I have an immigrant story. Most people come here for economic reasons, or religious reasons, or racial reasons, or gender reasons, or one of those things. I had a good job in Paris, but America was, and still is, the golden fleece. And I've done very well! ↗

— Jacques Pepin

#come #done #economic #gender #golden

In olden days a glimpse of stocking was looked on as something shocking but now, God knows, anything goes. ↗

— Cole Porter

#days #glimpse #god #goes #knows

At that moment, beauty itself struck me as a kind of painful melancholy. ↗

— Arthur Golden

#beauty #melancholy #memoirs-of-a-geisha #beauty

[Jesus is] saying that we could be aware of, filled with, and saved by the presence of holy beauty, rather than worship golden calves. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#golden-calves #holy-beauty #jesus #worship #beauty

He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes. "She's happy, Andie," he whispered to his wife. Andromeda Quinn did what she always did. She smiled back at him, her beautiful eyes lit with that bright, golden light Harold Quinn loved so fucking much. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#heartache #kristen-ashley #love #sad #the-golden-dynasty

There is a movement happening, a quiet one. A low-profile, low-resolution revolution. Comprised of writers and dreamers, of guerrilla artists and thought-ninjas. Those with something to say. They communicate through text inscribed on true public spaces, rather than blogs and forums. Choosing fewer words, even without being bound by 140 character limits. Using ink instead of pixels. Sending messages in living, breathing space. Pens scream louder into the void. Even if permanent ink is not aptly named. ↗

— Erin Morgenstern

#communication

I may be permitted, kind reader, to doubt whether you have ever been enclosed in a glass bottle, unless some vivid dream has teased you with such magical mishaps. ↗

— Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann

#golden-pot #magic #dreams