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“With a few swift steps, Adrian stood in front of me again. The wall was only a couple inches behind me, and I had nowhere to go. He made no threatening moves, but he did clasp my hands and hold them to his chest while leaning down to me.
鈥淣o, you will listen. For once, you鈥檙e going to hear something that doesn鈥檛 fit into your neat, compartmentalized world of order and logic and reason. Because this isn鈥檛 reasonable. If you鈥檙e terrified, believe me鈥攖his scares the hell out of me, too. You asked about Rose? I tried to be a better person for her鈥攂ut it was to impress her, to get her to want me. But when I鈥檓 around you, I want to be better because鈥� well, because it feels right. Because I want to. You make me want to become something greater than myself. I want to excel. You inspire me in every act, every word, every glance. I look at you, and you鈥檙e like鈥� like light made into flesh. I said it on Halloween and meant every word: you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen walking this earth. And you don鈥檛 even know it. You have no clue how beautiful you are or how brightly you shine.”
― Richelle Mead, The Golden Lily

“Matthias joined them at the table. 鈥淭he Shu woman we faced was stronger than me, Jesper, and Wylan put together.鈥�
鈥淵ou heard right,鈥� said Jesper. 鈥淪tronger than Wylan.”
― Leigh Bardugo, Crooked Kingdom

“your smile.
is the ultimate
golden dream.
all the poems
in the world
are waking up from.”
― Sanober Khan

“No man can take your freedom from you. They can limit your mobility, but that's about all they can do”
― Danielle Steel

“leave me a smile
just warm enough...
to spend a million
golden afternoons in.”
― Sanober Khan, Turquoise Silence

“We love the imperfect shapes in nature and in the works of art, look for an intentional error as a sign of the golden key and sincerity found in true mastery.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“A relationship that is truly genuine does not keep changing its colors. Real gold never rusts. If a relationship is really solid and golden, it will be unbreakable. Not even Time can destroy its shine.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“The orange of the golden carp appeared at the edge of the pond. . . . We watched in silence at the beauty and grandeur of the great fish. Out of the corners of my eyes I saw Cico hold his hand to his breast as the golden carp glided by. Then with a switch of his powerful tail the golden carp disappeared into the shadowy water under the thicket.”
― Rudolfo Anaya, Bless Me, Ultima

“That evening after dinner, I picked lemons from the tree in the backyard, the fruits golden bulbs under the rising moon.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“Silence is golden but too long a silence an imitation junk”
― Dr. Amit Abraham

“驴Os dais cuenta cabal de la cadena de cr铆menes tramados por la nena? Crimen n煤mero uno: la acusada comete allanamiento de morada. Crimen n煤mero dos: el personaje se queda con tres platos de potaje. Crimen n煤mero tres: la muy cochina destroza una sillita isabelina. Crimen n煤mero cuatro: va la dama y se limpia los zapatos en la cama... Un juez no dudar铆a ni un instante: 芦隆Diez a帽os de presidio a esa tunante!禄. Pero en la historia, tal como se cuenta, la miserable escapa tan contenta mientras los ni帽os gritan, encantados: 芦隆Qu茅 bien; Ricitos de oro se ha salvado!禄.”
― Roald Dahl, Revolting Rhymes

“Cootamundra wattle

Meaning: I wound to heal
Acacia baileyana | New South Wales

Graceful tree with fern-like foliage and bright golden-yellow globe-shaped flower heads. Adaptable, hardy evergreen, easy to grow. Profuse flowering in winter. Heavily fragrant and sweetly scented. Produces abundant pollen, favored for feeding bees in the production of honey.”
― Holly Ringland, The Lost Flowers of Alice Hart

“As long as you want the belt, don鈥檛 run away from the fight. Do what it takes to win the battles you face.”
― Israelmore Ayivor, Mine Your Gold: How to dig up and optimize your hidden greatness

“Your dreams are the wealth of your mind.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Oneironaut鈥檚 Diary

“Translucent golden hair. Finely-textured white skin. Moist red lips. Delicate and youthful features that made sexual identity difficult to discern, but contradictorily, at the same time cast off a strange and alluring charm that sent a chill up the spine.”
― Rieko Yoshihara, Ai no Kusabi Vol. 1: Stranger

“Lucid dreams are the dreamer鈥檚 treasure.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, The Oneironaut鈥檚 Diary

“Whew! You look like butter!"
Feyi laughed as she swiped toner over her skin and patted in a serum. "I look like butter? That's the line you're going with?"
"Mm-hmm. All that gold and yellow." He leaned toward her, his voice drawling into a singsong. "You look like ghee and honey, baby, you look like money.”
― Akwaeke Emezi, You Made a Fool of Death with Your Beauty

“Silence is not always golden. It can be a signal that a bottled anger is about to explode.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu

“Jesus give me equanimity;
To be rooted in Your sublimity.”
― Cali Willette, Fractures of Gold

“I'm stronger than titanium, tungsten, or steel;
In prayer to You I blaze as I kneel.”
― Cali Willette, Fractures of Gold

“Golden feathers began to fly through the air, and the wedding guests could not at first make sense of it. The o铆che sidhe kept whacking and whacking until the serving girl split apart like an overripe plum and became what she had been long ago, though neither she nor the mother who raised her had guessed it---a golden raven, one of the three enchanted birds that the prince had released to bring strife to the kingdom.
The serving girl flitted out the window, free at last, while the o铆che sidhe dusted their hands and went smilingly back into hiding. They stopped pomading chickens and turning pajamas into evening wear, which was ultimately a relief to the duchess, who had been down to her last nightgown.
As for the prince, the serving girl's disappearance finally gave him a purpose in life. He retreated to the wilderness to learn magic from witches and any Folk who would teach him. Eventually he succeeded in turning himself into a raven, whereupon he flew off in search of his beloved. In the northeast of Ireland it is said that he is still searching for his golden bride to this day, and that if you listen closely, you can hear her name in the croaking of the ravens.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask鈥檇 him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven鈥檚 sun staineth”
― William Shakespeare

“Broken things,
Often have a golden glow
When they find themselves all over again!”
― Neelam Saxena Chandra, Beneath the dead skin

“The description is a good one--- saffron's reddish-golden glow is very much my idea of sunshine in a bottle. Good saffron is sweet and spicy at the same time; Didier and Martine's smells faintly of dried peaches and cedarwood.”
― Elizabeth Bard, Picnic in Provence: A Memoir with Recipes

“stay gold”
― Robert Frost, Nothing Gold Can Stay

“Social media posting is lots of gravel with the occasional golden nugget!”
― Steven Magee

“Pick up, self help doesn't matter how you call it. Out there is really good advice I have watched a lot of videos, I have been through a lot of courses.
But here is the thing put theory in practice.
Its a golden rule!”
― Deyth Banger, How to Talk to Anyone

“Sometimes the gold is not found by those who actively dig for it, but by the lucky few who walk by aimlessly.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain

“Scavenge not for fruits where you planted no trees. Dig not for gold where you buried no treasures.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Pour Like Rain

“He stared at me and, though the fate he pronounced was golden, there was a malevolence in his dead eyes. 鈥榊ou will be king,鈥� he said, and the last word sounded like poison on his tongue.”
― Bernard Cornwell, Sword Song