“There is a wonderful place where flowers grow in colors beyond the words of poets... trees sing with the songs of butterflies. And mythical tigresses look at you with fiery golden eyes... open your heart and feel the colors of magic blooming inside you.” FeelsLooksHeartEyeSongGrowsWonderfulMagicTreeColorPoetFlowerGoldenButterflyFieryBloomingOpen Your HeartWonderful PlacesGolden EyeTigress Author:Laurel Burch
“Listen, sweet Dove, unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till it get wing, and flie away with Thee.” HeartLongSongSweetWingsSpreadGoldenTheeDoveTender HeartsHatching Book:The Poetical Works of G. H. With a Memoir of the Author, and Notes, by ... R. A. Willmott Source: The Poetical Works of G. H. With a Memoir of the Author, and Notes, by ... R. A. Willmott
“Tell me how many songs that I must sing before I can see you in your glory, hear your whole entire story, bathe inside your golden, golden sea?” I CanWholeStoriesSongSeaGloryGolden Author:Trevor Hall
“O Sun, great Oriental, my proud mind's golden cap, I love to wear you cocked askew, to play and burst in song throughout our lives, and so rejoice our hearts.” MindHeartPlaySongSunOur LivesProudGoldenRejoiceCaps Author:Nikos Kazantzakis
“What is the definition of cool? Michael Jackson made “Heal the World.” He could do that because he was golden. He was himself. He didn't have to try to be cool. Think about a lot of your favorite bands or groups. Would they make a song called “Heal the World”? No, because they are too concerned about their leather jackets. Ironically, they are probably wearing leather jackets because of Michael Jackson.” ThinkingWorldTryingMadeSongGroupsBandConcernedDefinitionsHealGoldenJacketsLeatherBeing CoolYour FavoriteHeal The WorldLeather JacketsFavorite Bands Author:Kanye West
“Seek to make life henceforth a consecrated thing; that so, when the sunset is nearing, with its murky vapors and lowering skies, the very clouds of sorrow may be fringed with golden light. Thus will the song in the house of your pilgrimage be always the truest harmony. It will be composed of no jarring, discordant notes; but with all its varied tones will form one sustained, life-long melody; dropped for a moment in death, only to be resumed with the angels, and blended with the everlasting cadences of your Father's house.” MayLongMomentsLightFormSongFatherHouseSkySorrowAngelHarmonyNotesCloudsGoldenToneSunsetMelodyEverlastingLong LifeTruestPilgrimageVaporCadenceConsecrationGolden Light Author:John Ross Macduff