Gold Dust Quotes

#1. She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

Cornelia Funke

#2. Shakespeare gives you these clues - these little pieces of gold dust, I call them. They tell you so much about the story, the character, the drive, the intentions. It's like a gift.

Christian Camargo

#3. When I was a fighting-man, the kettle-drums they beat, The people scattered gold-dust before my horses feet; But now I am a great king, the people hound my track With poison in my wine-cup, and daggers at my back. - The Road of Kings. The

Robert E. Howard

#4. People are fascinating. They're so unique and I think what's more fascinating is the reason behind the physical characteristic, the enigma, that's where the gold dust is.

Andrea Riseborough

#5. Some days my thoughts are just cocoons
all cold, and dull, and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; And other days they drift and shine
such free and flying things! I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.

Karle Wilson Baker

#6. Work or suffering found her listless and dejected, powerles and repining; but gaiety expanded her butterfly's wings, lit up their gold-dust and bright spots, made her flash like a gem, and flush like a flower.

Charlotte Bronte

#7. I don't get a lot of time with my children. My time is precious, and time with my two kids is like gold dust to me. I can't get that time back.

Tim Howard

#8. I learn the lines as soon as I can and then the challenge really, for filming, is to show up and be there and respond to what's around you. That's where the gold dust is. It's really strange, no amount of preparation will help you with the magic of spontaneity on the day [of filming].

Tom Hiddleston

#9. True, I cannot see the stars scattered like gold dust in the heavens, but stars just as bright shine in my soul.

Helen Keller

#10. Life isn't about gold dust farting unicorns, sugar coated mountains, and fairies. It's about fun. Romance and romance novels are for pussies and dreamers.

Scott Hildreth

#11. It would not be more unreasonable to transplant a favorite flower out of black earth into gold dust than it is for a person to let money-getting harden his heart into contempt, or into impatience, of the little attentions, the merriments and the caresses of domestic life.

William Mountford

#12. Best to distrust this retrospective radiance: gold dust settles over memory and makes it shine.

Lauren Groff

#13. A broad and ample road, whose dust is gold,
And pavement stars - as starts to thee appear
Soon in the galaxy, that milky way
Which mightly as a circling zone thou seest
Powder'd wiht stars.

John Milton

#14. One day you wake up and realize the world can be conquered ... I'm going to put a mask on and scrawl my name across the face of the world, build cities of gold, come back and stomp this place flat, until even the bricks are just dust. So you can just shut up. All of you. I'm going to move the world.

Austin Grossman

#15. Some miners' wives take in washing and make more money than their husbands do. In every gold rush from this one to the Klondike, the suppliers and service industries will gather up the dust while ninety-nine per cent of the miners go home with empty pokes.

John McPhee

#16. In dreams, through longings, we can see
All latent in the dust of gold
These forests that perhaps could be
But that will never, ever, grow.

Lucian Blaga

#17. You lack a foot to travel? Then journey into yourself - that leads to transformation of dust into pure gold.

Rumi

#18. Rise, heart; thy Lord is risen. Sing His praise Without delays, Who takes thee by the hand, that thou likewise With Him mayst rise: That, as His death calcined thee to dust, His life may make thee gold, and, much more, just.

George Herbert

#19. The stars dust gold leafing on his skin. And we are looking at each other, just looking, and I swear there are whole lifetimes lived in those small, shared moments.

Mackenzi Lee

#20. The air moved slowly around his body, somehow tangible, gold flaked, every dust mote a lantern.

Maggie Stiefvater

#21. So long as there is gold underneath, who cares about the dust on top? Literature! That old whore! We must try to dose her with mercury and pills and clean her out from top to bottom, she has been so ultra-screwed by filthy pricks!

Gustave Flaubert

#22. In my case dust has become Gold

A.R. Rahman

#23. Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust - of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold - smells of nothing.

Anna Akhmatova

#24. This is the way modern men do battle, not with spear and sword, but with credit cards. My platinum beats your gold. Poor Elliot with his unisex Minolta is left in the dust,

Tess Gerritsen

#25. Friendships born on the field of athletic strife are the real gold of competition. Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.

Jesse Owens

#26. The little and short sayings of nice And excellent men are of great value, like the dust of gold, or the least sparks of diamonds.

John Tillotson

#27. Dust on gold doesn't change the nature of gold.

Jon Gordon

#28. Nothing frees you like the truth, and nothing holds you back more than not knowing it. Knowledge is power; it heals what hurts, fills what's empty, clears what's confused, lightens what's heavy, brings friends together, turns dust to gold, and raises the sun.

Mike Dooley

#29. Yeah, well things change. Now I want to be here." Another long, seconds-ticking pause. Dust danced in one fading gleam of gold coming through a low window, following long lazy swirls down to the ground. "With you.

Lili St. Crow

#30. Is there anything more unjust than to build gold and brass and iron on poor, well-meaning clay,
and then blame the clay when the whole image falls into dust?

Margaret Deland

#31. In the afternoon, over gold screens,
I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.

John Gould Fletcher

#32. I have investigated the dust-heaps of humanity, and found a treasure in all of them. I have found that humanity is not incidentally engaged, but eternally and systematically engaged, in throwing gold into the gutter and diamonds into the sea.

Gilbert K. Chesterton

#33. I looked a hundred times and all I saw was dust. The sun broke through and flecks of gold filled the air.

Mark Nepo

#34. When London is a grass-grown path and all those hurrying along the pavement this Wednesday morning are but bones with a few wedding rings mixed up in their dust and the gold stoppings of innumerable decayed teeth

Virginia Woolf

#35. Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.

Charles Baudelaire

#36. I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.

Amy Tan

#37. Nothing is written in stone. So don't prepare yourself for a long and lucrative career. You might die tomorrow. Your gold holdings might become dust. Just make the music you want to make now and enjoy it.

Yoko Ono

#38. Dust is gold in the light of dawn.

David Mitchell

#39. The boy was twelve, reveling in the strange dust-smelling murk of a New Orleans library, watching motes flash gold in a beam of sun. He loved the ceiling lights on chains and the table lamps with their green glass shades. The room was as beautiful as another world.

Marly Youmans

#40. In all ages the people have honored those who dishonored them. They have worshiped their destroyers; they have canonized the most gigantic liars, and buried the great thieves in marble and gold. Under the loftiest monuments sleeps the dust of murder.

Robert G. Ingersoll

#41. The sages have a hundred maps to give
That trace their crawling cosmos like a tree
They rattle reason out through many a sieve
That stores the sand but lets the gold go free
And all these things are less than dust to me
Because my name is Lazarus and I live.

G.K. Chesterton

#42. We need a coat with two pockets. In one pocket there is dust, and in the other pocket there is gold. We need a coat with two pockets to remind us who we are.

Parker J. Palmer

#43. Turning, for them who pass, the common dust Of servile opportunity to gold.

William Wordsworth

#44. Broadway - the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.

O. Henry