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“How did you keep this by you?" Grey demanded abruptly. "You were searched to the skin when you were brought back."

The wide mouth curved slightly in the first genuine smile Grey had seen.

"I swallowed it," Fraser said.

Grey's hand closed convulsively on the sapphire. He opened his hand and rather gingerly set the gleaming blue thing on the table by the chess piece.

"I see," he said.

"I'm sure you do, Major," said Fraser, with a gravity that merely made the glint of amusement in his eyes more pronounced. "A diet of rough parritch has its advantages, now and again.”
― Diana Gabaldon, Voyager

“In a dung heap, even a plastic bead can gleam like a sapphire.”
― Stephen Fry, The Hippopotamus

“the sapphire depth
of my own love...startles
and warms
and wounds my soul.”
― Sanober Khan

“As the steamer continued the crossing, Pandora tugged off her left glove to admirer wedding ring, as she'd already done a dozen times that day. Gabriel had chosen a loose sapphire from the collection of Challon family jewels, and had it set in a gold and diamond ring mounting. The Ceylon sapphire, cut and polished into a smooth dome, was a rare stone that gleamed with a twelve-ray star instead of six. To his satisfaction, Pandora seemed inordinately pleased by the ring, and was fascinated by the way the star seemed to move across the surface of the sapphire. The effect, called asterism, was especially noticeable in the sunlight.
"What causes the star?" Pandora asked, as she tilted her hand this way and that.
Gabriel tucked a kiss behind the soft lobe of her ear. "A few tiny imperfections," he murmured, "that make it all the more beautiful.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Spring

“What turns an honest, good-looking guy like you into a theif?"
Scott couldn't help but smirk.
"I blame chocolate.”
― Geoffrey Knight, Scott Sapphire and the Emerald Orchid

“When I look up at Heaven,
I see the souls of those who died
Beaming down at me,
Wanting to scream: 鈥淚'm still alive!鈥�,
Wishing to scribble across the sapphire sky -
Letters to their loved ones,
But a million dark oceans stand between us,
Between those who passed and the living,
Between those of us still stuck below,
And those who have crossed over the threshold of time -
Where what seems like eternity to us,
Is really only a few minutes to them.
So you see, there is no reason to weep over the shining ones -
For even though the space that separates us is limitless,
The wall of time that divides us is only paper-thin.
And one day, we shall all reunite with them,
When our souls are released like fish
Back into the vast shimmering sea
To shine together like
Glittering diamonds.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Day vivified the city, and we found a rogue path through the dunes down to the beach, the foam edge of teal sea. The whole sky celestial sapphire.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“Let us suppose that this ounce of mud is left in perfect rest, and that its elements gather together, like to like, so that their atoms may get into the closest relations possible.

Let the clay begin. Ridding itself of all foreign substance, it gradually becomes a white earth, already very beautiful; and fit, with help of congealing fire, to be made into finest porcelain, and painted on, and be kept in kings鈥� palaces. But such artificial consistence is not its best. Leave it still quiet to follow its own instinct of unity, and it becomes not only white, but clear; not only clear, but hard; not only clear and hard, but so set that it can deal with light in a wonderful way, and gather out of it the loveliest blue rays only, refusing the rest. We call it then a sapphire.

Such being the consummation of the clay, we give similar permission of quiet to the sand. It also becomes, first, a white earth, then proceeds to grow clear and hard, and at last arranges itself in mysterious, infinitely fine, parallel lines, which have the power of reflecting not merely the blue rays, but the blue, green, purple, and red rays in the greatest beauty in which they can be seen through any hard material whatsoever. We call it then an opal.

In next order the soot sets to work; it cannot make itself white at first, but instead of being discouraged, tries harder and harder, and comes out clear at last, and the hardest thing in the world; and for the blackness that it had, obtains in exchange the power of reflecting all the rays of the sun at once in the vividest blaze that any solid thing can shoot. We call it then a diamond.

Last of all the water purifies or unites itself, contented enough if it only reach the form of a dew-drop; but if we insist on its proceeding to a more perfect consistence, it crystallizes into the shape of a star.

And for the ounce of slime which we had by political economy of competition, we have by political economy of co-operation, a sapphire, an opal, and a diamond, set in the midst of a star of snow.”
― John Ruskin, Modern Painters: Volume 5. Of Leaf Beauty. Of Cloud Beauty. Of Ideas of Relation

“Always be on your guard”
― Sapphire - The Eye of Tucana

“It is a curious spectacle to see a magnificent blue sapphire lose in the night all its glories while a poor trinket of aquamarine not only retains all its effect, but even seems to gain brilliancy.”
― Louis Dieulafait, Diamonds and Precious Stones a Popular Account of Gems

“...knew how I got pregnant. I been knowing... I鈥檓 twelve now, I been knowing about that since I was five or six, maybe I always known about pussy and dick. I can鈥檛 remember not knowing.鈥�

鈥淚 wanna say I am somebody... I talk loud but still don鈥檛 exist.鈥�

鈥淪ometimes I wish I was not alive. But I don鈥檛 know how to die. Ain鈥檛 no plug to pull out. 鈥楴 no matter how bad I feel my heart don鈥檛 stop beating and my eyes open in the morning.鈥�

鈥淣ovember was my birthday, I don鈥檛 tell nobody so don鈥檛 nobody know. But I light a candle for myself. I glad Precious Jones was born.”
― Sapphire, Push

“Patience is like the most precious gemstone. Who can have it?”
― Isaac A. Yowetu

“Isn鈥檛 it a lovely day for a party?鈥� Kirsty Tate said, looking up at the sapphire-blue sky”
― Daisy Meadows, Bella The Bunny Fairy