Top 37 Golden Face Quotes
#1. The things I do for love, it said. Bran screamed. The crow took to the air, cawing. Not that, it shrieked at him. Forget that, you do not need it now, put it aside, put it away. It landed on Bran's shoulder, and pecked at him, and the shining golden face was gone. Bran
George R R Martin
#2. Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy
William Shakespeare
#3. she stands before him as a collection of clashing traits - the face of a girl with eyes that have seen Hell, the figure of a virgin with the body posture of experience, a complexion that demands dark hair with golden.
L.E. Modesitt Jr.
#4. Henceforth, whenever we are threatened with being cast adrift upon love's transcendent, golden shore, I want you to slap my face.
Amanda Quick
#5. Sooner or later I too may passively take the print
Of the golden age--why not? I have neither hope nor trust;
May make my heart as a millstone, set my face as a flint,
Cheat and be cheated, and die: who knows? we are ashes and dust.
Alfred Tennyson
#6. Being part of his entourage was like the sun coming through a plate-glass window: golden, something to lift your face toward.
Jodi Picoult
#7. The difference between a signature and an autograph is that the second one has higher face value on a plain paper than the first one even on a cheque.
Vikrmn
#8. Tis not for golden eloquence I pray,
A godlike tongue to move a stony heart
Methinks it were full well to be apart
In solitary uplands far away,
Betwixt the blossoms of a rosy spray,
Dreaming upon the wonderful sweet face
Of Nature, in a wild and pathless place.
Frederick Tennyson
#9. The golden trail was blazed and I was reminded of the eternal, of Mozart, of the stars. For an hour I could breathe again and live and face existence, without having to suffer torment, fear or shame.
Hermann Hesse
#10. Outside the windows the day was bright: golden sunshine, blue sky, pleasant wind ... I wanted to punch the happy day in the face, grab it by the hair, and beat it until it told me what the hell it was so happy about.
Ilona Andrews
#11. As long as you want the belt, don't run away from the fight. Do what it takes to win the battles you face.
Israelmore Ayivor
#12. When he saw her sitting there all alone, so young, and good, and beautiful, and kind to him; and heard her thrilling voice, so natural and sweet, and such a golden link between him and all his life's love and happiness, rising out of the silence; he turned his face away, and hid his tears.
Charles Dickens
#13. If he was, in fact, God, he knew there was no such thing as death. He knew that what we called death was but the eternal opening of the golden gates of everlasting joy; and it took no heroism to face a death that was eternal life.
Robert G. Ingersoll
#14. So, I said, when does the enchantment start? We were sitting side by side, facing the mountains. "It started when the earth was born." Her eyes were closed. Her face was golden in the setting sun. "It never stops. It is, always. It's just here.
Jerry Spinelli
#15. There was a golden heaviness about her face, to look on it was like watching honey drop slowly from a spoon.
Rebecca West
#16. They passed through the waiting room, the statue of Hygeia was sitting on a bench, pouring acid on her face and singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," while her golden snake gnawed at her foot. The peaceful scene was almost enough to lift Leo's spirits.
Rick Riordan
#17. Conviction brings a silent, indefinable beauty into faces made of the commonest human clay; the devout worshiper at any shrine reflects something of its golden glow, even as the glory of a noble love shines like a sort of light from a woman's face.
Honore De Balzac
#19. He had always thought her beautiful - for a peasant girl. But with that golden hair falling around her, it made her face and eyes glow like some kind of enchantment. He was thinking like an addle-headed knave.
Melanie Dickerson
#20. Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face.
Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood.
You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?
Cornelia Funke
#21. The golden langur is one of the world's rarest primates, noted for its expressive black face set off by a robe of dense golden fur.
Eric Dinerstein
#22. I have my own show at 28 and a Golden Globe. So, yes, I face rejection, but I've also been very fortunate and understand how fortunate I am.
Rachel Bloom
#23. She draws back, yet refuses to lose skin contact. Golden light flickers across his face. He is the night, the stars. His soul shines so brightly, she could pour it into a jar, and it'd be as bright as the sun.
Laura Kreitzer
#24. Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from Sinai.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#25. The dark prince sat astride his black steed, his sable cape flowing behind him. A golden circlet bound his blond locks, his handsome face was cold with the rage of battle, and ...
"And his arm looked like an eggplant," Clary muttered to herself in exasperation.
Cassandra Clare
#26. Firelight gleamed golden in the stiff whiskers that framed Lord Tywin's face. A vein pulsed in his neck, but he did not speak. And did not speak. And did not speak.
George R R Martin
#27. And who do you
think you are sauntering along
five feet up in the air, the ocean a blue fire
around your ankles, the sun
on your face on your shoulders its golden mouth whispering
(so it seems) you! you! you!
Mary Oliver
#28. As they passed through the waiting room, the statue of Hygeia was sitting on a bench, pouring acid on her face and singing "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," while her golden snake gnawed at her foot.
Rick Riordan
#29. The face of Truth is hidden behind the golden veil of maya, says the Upanishad.
Mahatma Gandhi
#30. Another angel has snuck up on me. His wings are golden and his face chiseled, but he looks at me with the cold eyes of a killer. Before I can figure out what to do, snowy wings blot out the angel. It's Raffe. And he has two of his Watchers backing him up.
Susan Ee
#31. He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?
Stephenie Meyer
#32. The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered gleam of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow young again.
Madeline Miller
#33. And there is such honesty and innocence to her voice I want to hold her. The bedside lamplight is a rich golden color, and it is falling on her face in a way that makes it seem gilded. For a moment, L.D. looks to me like an angel. Another case of illusion only being the larger truth.
Elizabeth Berg
#34. My libido was like a Golden Retriever puppy, ready to jump all over him and lick his face.
Down, girl.
Sarina Bowen
#35. The two of them made a striking combo, one dark and one golden, both utterly fearless in the face of this danger. They were beautiful in their deadliness.
Richelle Mead
#36. The lesson we are indebted to Egypt for, our future generations learned that in the face of oppression silence is never golden.
Aysha Taryam
#37. Whenever he was around, she'd get this look on her face, this kind of radiance. She was a beer poured too fast, her golden liquid spilling over the edge.
Elizabeth Brundage
