“From the Sun I learned this: when he goes down, overrich; he pours gold into the sea out of inexhaustible riches, so that even the poorest fisherman still rows with golden oars. For this I once saw and I did not tire of my tears as I watched it.” StillsCompassionSunSawsSeaTearsGoldRichesGoldenTirePoorestFishermanOar Book:The Portable Nietzsche Source: The Portable Nietzsche
“Ill buy an old jacket and attach gold buttons and a couple royal patches. Or Ill find an old busted sweatshirt, tear out the zipper, and replace it with a $700 zipper. I make things my own.” My OwnTearsCoupleGoldIllButtonsRoyalPatchesJacketsBustedZippersSweatshirts Author:Theophilus London
“Man makes one journey all his living days, Down through the realms of music and of art; Down through the halls of fame and glorious praise; Down through the tears and triumphs of the heart To some sweet woman waiting some place there. For her he builds his cities and makes war, Seeks gold and glorious wealth to store.” MenHeartArtWarWaitingWomenWealthCitiesJourneyTearsSweetFameGoldPraiseStoresTriumphRealmsGloriousHallsMen WomenHall Of Fame Author:John Updike
“Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.” MenLooksLittlesLongDoeUseHandsYoungDiesGrowsHeardTearsColdKissingGoldSellsBraveDeedsLustBitterCowardKnivesSighFlatteringBrave Man Author:Oscar Wilde
“And now that its ruby eyes are set into the gold, you cannot see their tear-shape, so they seem to be laughing rather than crying. It is a constant reminder to me of the human ability to create something beautiful even when things are at the darkest.” HumansSeemsEyeBeautifulAbilityLaughingCryTearsShapesGoldConstantRemindersSomething BeautifulRubies Author:Cressida Cowell
“Man cannot call the brimming instant back; Time's an affair of instants spun to days; If man must make an instant gold, or black, Let him, he may; but Time must go his ways. Life may be duller for an instant's blaze. Life's an affair of instants spun to years, Instants are only cause of all these tears.” IfsMenWayLifeYearsMayCausesBlackTearsGoldAffairInstantSpun Book:Selected poems Source: Selected poems
“I looked up and saw my flag. But I didn't hear my anthem. The quotation above from 6 ft 4 inch, 286 pound Silver Medalist Ghaffari (who broke down in tears on the medal stand) summed up his disappointment after an overtime loss to Aleksandr Karelin of Russia. A win would have given Ghaffari not only the Olympic gold medal but also his first victory over Karelin, something of which he has literally dreamed about after 20 meets between the two. Karelin dominates international competition in the sport.” FirstsTwoWinningGivenSportsLossSawsTearsVictoryGoldCompetitionInternationalDisappointmentRussiaBrokeSilverPoundsFlagsInchesQuotationsMedalGold MedalsAnthem Author:Matt Ghaffari
“No matter what. Wherever your mind wanders, it seems to turn up at the same Field of Dreams. It's the vision you wake up with in the morning, and it's the last thing you picture before you fall asleep. Everytime you think of it, the idea in your head seems to get more vivid, filled in with more detail: You not only want to win a gold medal at the Olympics, you not only can see yourself standing there on the podium, but you can also feel the goose bumps as your national anthem is played; the tears are in your eyes. (That's how real a dream can be and should be)” ThinkingWantFeelsShouldMindIdeasRealMatterDreamSeemsEyeLastsSuccessTurnsFallWinningVisionMorningFieldsTearsStandingGoldWake UpNo Matter WhatFilledDetailsWanderOlympicsMedalVividBumpsGeeseGold MedalsAnthemStanding ThereNational AnthemFilled InField Of Dreams Author:James C. Collins
“Don't be taken in when they paternally pat you on the shoulder and say that there's no inequality worth speaking of and no more reason to fight because if you believe them they will be completely in charge in their marble homes and granite banks from which they rob the people of the world under the pretence of bringing them culture. Watch out, for as soon as it pleases them they'll send you out to protect their gold in wars whose weapons, rapidly developed by servile scientists, will become more and more deadly until they can with a flick of the finger tear a million of you to pieces.” PeopleIfsWorldBelieveWarReasonHomeCultureFightingWatchesMillionsTakenPiecesTearsPleaseProtectWeaponsGoldScientistFingersShouldersInequalityAntiwarIf You BelieveMarblePretenceGranite Author:Jean-Paul Marat
“Season of Miracles is a triumphant story with a heart of gold. Laced with wit and wisdom, the story had me chuckling out loud one minute and wiping away tears the next. Highly recommended!” HeartStoriesNextMinutesTearsGoldSeasonsMiracleWitLoudTriumphantOne MinuteHeart Of GoldWit And Wisdom Author:Deborah Raney
“There are stories told to him only at this time of year. Fantastic, magical stories, the old Hollier in the woods finding only three red berries, which peel back in the night to reveal gifts of frankincense, gold and myrrh, Christmas in hot deserts, dust-blown countries, the necklace of tears, and the story of the robin.” YearsCountryStoriesNightThreeTearsFindingsRedGoldHotWoodsChristmasDustFantasticDesertRobinsBerriesNecklacesFrankincense Book:Haweswater Source: Haweswater
“If it were possible to heal sorrow by weeping and to raise the dead with tears, gold were less prized than grief.” IfsGriefSadnessTearsSorrowGoldRaisesMiseryHealWeeping Author:Sophocles
“Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure; And spring comes green again to trees and grasses Where petals have been shed like tears And lonely birds have sung their grief. ...After the war-fires of three months, One message from home is worth a ton of gold. ...I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin To hold the hairpins any more.” MayHas BeensWarCountryHomeThreeWhiteGriefFireTreeTearsHairMonthsMessagesSpringBirdRiversLonelyGoldGreenEndureHillsGrassShedStrokesThree MonthsPetalsWhite Hair Author:Du Fu