Quotes About Golden Glow

#1. The years, the months, the days, and the hours have flown by my open window. Here and there an incident, a towering moment, a naked memory, an etched countenance, a whisper in the dark, a golden glow these and much more are the woven fabric of the time I have lived.

Howard Thurman

#2. She pulled away, almost out of breath, and gazed up into his eyes. They were dark with passion and fire, fit within by a golden glow that sent her pulses racing.
"What was that for?" he asked huskily.
"Do I need a reason?"
"Never.

Victoria Lynne

#3. He felt the scent and the golden glow of the sunset light as intensely as he felt the dead silence which reigned between himself and Hester almost with the effect of a physical presence.

Frances Hodgson Burnett

#4. Once things have passed and become irretrievable, we tend to see them with a hazy, golden glow.

Walter Murch

#5. 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

#6. Every morning the sun rises with a golden glow to reveal the ineffable magnificence of life.

Debasish Mridha

#7. To the sun Rome owes its underlying glow, and its air called golden - to me, more the yellow of white wine; like wine it raises agreeability to poetry.

Elizabeth Bowen

#8. 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

#9. The earlier years - the ones I've just been telling you about - they tend to blur into each other as a kind of golden time, and when I think about them at all, even the not-so-great things, I can't help feeling a sort of glow.

Kazuo Ishiguro

#10. Do you know the land where the lemon-trees blossom;where the golden oranges glow in the dark foliage'.

Maeve Binchy

#11. While it does matter what words you use when talking with other people, to an angel it's more about the intentions and energy behind the words.

Doreen Virtue

#12. Envy assails the noblest: the winds howl around the highest peaks.

Ovid

#13. Because its myriad glimmering plumes Like a great army's stir and wave; Because its golden billows blooms, The poor man's barren walks to lave: Because its sun-shaped blossoms show How souls receive the light of God, And unto earth give back that glow I thank him for the Goldenrod.

Lucy Larcom

#14. While death is sadly inevitable, our grief will soon pass like a swallowed penny through one's bowels.

Painful change just takes time.

Jessica Watts

#15. Because I know that time is always time
And place is always and only place ...

T. S. Eliot

#16. Psycho Switch: Engage. I laughed. A sociopathic laugh, loud, low and hollow. They hated it when I did that because they knew it was coming. The explosion.

Rebecca Sherwin

#17. All battles are fought by scared men who'd rather be some place else.

John Wayne

#18. But maybe life is like that - you never know when something that's been hidden is going to rise up and bite you, or glow with a golden hue.

Charles Martin

#19. The little and the great are joined in one By God's great force. The wondrous golden sun Is linked unto the glow-worm's tiny spark; The eagle soars to heaven in his flight; And in those realms of space, all bathed in light, Soar none except the eagle and the lark.

Emma Lazarus

#20. The the glow become brighter: a holographic golden sickle with a few sheaves of wheat, rotating just above Meg McCaffrey.
A boy in the crowd gasped. 'She's a communist!'
A girl who'd been sitting at Cabin Four's table gave him a disgusted sneer. 'No, Damien, that's my mom's symbol.

Rick Riordan

#21. No presidential candidate should visit Las Vegas without condemning organized gambling.

Ralph Nader

#22. I leaned my head on the back of the wooden chair and looked over at his handsome profile, all alight in the glow of the fire. For a second he looked like a God, maybe of the Sun, all golden and beautiful, his own magnificence outdoing that of the dancing flames.

Mia Sheridan

#23. Their numbers swell like viruses until they madden someone with a large army.

Kevin Hearne