Silver Quotes

“Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my attention?'

'To the curious incident of the dog in the night-time.'

'The dog did nothing in the night-time.'

'That was the curious incident,' remarked Sherlock Holmes.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, Silver Blaze

“Red blood is just so hard to clean up"
"You would know" I snap remembering Shade. "Because no matter how hard you try to hid it I see it all over your hands”
― Victoria Aveyard, Red Queen

“One day we took the children to see a goldsmith refine gold after the ancient manner of the East. He was sitting beside his little charcoal fire. ("He shall sit as a refiner"; the gold- or silversmith never leaves his crucible once it is on the fire.) In the red glow lay a common curved roof tile; another tile covered it like a lid. This was the crucible. In it was the medicine made of salt, tamarind fruit and burnt brick dust, and imbedded in it was the gold. The medicine does its appointed work on the gold, "then the fire eats it," and the goldsmith lifts the gold out with a pair of tongs, lets it cool, rubs it between his fingers, and if not satisfied puts it back again in fresh medicine. This time he blows the fire hotter than it was before, and each time he puts the gold into the crucible, the heat of the fire is increased; "it could not bear it so hot at first, but it can bear it now; what would have destroyed it then helps it now." "How do you know when the gold is purified?" we asked him, and he answered, "When I can see my face in it [the liquid gold in the crucible] then it is pure.”
― Amy Carmichael, Gold Cord

“It is not until you rhyme with a person that makes you their perfect match, it is when you are satisfied with each others peculiarities, and find jewels in their loopholes.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“She made beauty all round her. When she trod on mud, the mud was beautiful; when she ran in the rain, the rain was silver. When she picked up a toad - she had the strangest and, I thought, unchanciest love for all manner of brutes - the toad became beautiful.”
― C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces

“Just above our terror, the stars painted this story
in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often
abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.”
― Aberjhani, I Made My Boy Out of Poetry

“Where did you meet?” he pressed on.
I shrugged and considered a little rephrasing. “I was out for a run.”
“From who?”
I leaned back to take a long, very long, slow sip of that beer.
Knox leaned forward. “I think we’re both bullsh*tting here, you ever play that card game?”
“With my grandma, every Sunday after church.”
― Dannika Dark, Sterling

“WINTER'S GHOST:
Autumn moon
incautious in the dark river
Winter’s ghost walks
with a covered face
and silver bones wait in all animals
to be bone cloth upon her shoulder
wait for her happiness in that they are silver”
― Tamara Rendell, Mystical Tides

“There is no greater pain or punishment then memory.”
― Victoria Aveyard, Cruel Crown

“Fancy sleeping on air. I wonder if anyone's done it before. I don't suppose they have. Oh, bother—-Scrubb probably has!”
― C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair and The Last Battle

“I told myself that some families we get without asking, while others we choose.
And I chose those two. I think that’s what you’d call a silver lining.”
― Jenny Valentine, Broken Soup

“Silver’s sweet and gold’s our mother, but once you’re dead they’re worth less than that last shit you take as you lie dying.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance with Dragons

“The two of us in that room. No past, no future. All intense deep that-time-only. A feeling that everything must end, the music, ourselves, the moon, everything. That if you get to the heart of things you find sadness for ever and ever, everywhere; but a beautiful silver sadness, like a Christ face.”
― John Fowles, The Collector

“Women were gravitating towards him from all directions like a planetary orbit.
(Zoe on meeting Justus)”
― Dannika Dark, Sterling

“You all have a gift. It's free. It's the gift of song.”
― Christine E. Schulze, The Silver Stag

“If I have a handful of silver it is because I work and my wife works, and we do not, as some do, sit idling over a gambling table or gossiping on doorsteps never swept, letting the fields grow to weeds and our children go half-fed!" (Buck, 65)”
― Pearl S. Buck, The Good Earth

“I half imagined I could taste the silver on his nails, as sharp as glitter in my mouth. Maybe when he touched me, colour would spill from his hands like heat.”
― Alexis Hall, Glitterland

“I love Johnny Cash and Eddie Money. But for the purest sound, listen to Richie Goldandsilver.”
― Jarod Kintz, Me and memes and memories

“No, he was silver and amber, starlings and deep, deep purple skies of the night.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“And somewhere in the center of a silver rose, she found it.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Like a silver garden of the sky.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

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“Now, Shadow has never been fond of clothing, but he seemed to sense the importance of this particular imposition on his dignity, and held still while Wendell measured and draped him in iterations of what became a fine coat. It was a soft, velvety black, embroidered with a kingly amount of silver, which Wendell somehow made from a handful of the silver buttons I had found. He had decided to make Shadow intimidating--- to which I did not object, knowing this would lessen the dog's embarrassment--- and so he had taken tendrils of fog and attached them to the cloak like billowing ribbons, so that Shadow seemed to carry a mist with him everywhere like the spectral beast that he is. Together with the glitter of the silver, the effect was--- well, mythic.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“If Jace was gold, catching the light and the attention, Alec was silver: so used to everyone else looking at Jace that that was where he looked too, so used to living in Jace's shadow that he didn't expect to be seen. Maybe it was enough to be the first person to tell Alec that he was worth being seen ahead of everyone in a room, and of being looked at longest.
And silver, though few people knew it, was rarer than gold.”
― Cassandra Clare, The Course of True Love [and First Dates]

“No one owns all the doors of this world. Hold on to God, He owns the silver and gold.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Beyond the Closed Door: Unique Keys to Unlock Destinies

“There were whispers of a lute in the silver, a wild and plaintive yet lyrical call.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“. . . it was lyrically silver, an ivory moon cast over the grand ballroom of the sea.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

“Silver-tinged butterflies glittered in the azure sky, beckoning her closer. They drank from fountains of swans, swimming in lighthearted felicity, dancing, flickering about in fanciful wonder. They fluttered past the glimmering gate—an arch of floral splendor—past and over rising trellises of mazes of roses and delicate
peonies, their buds just beginning to open. They were like the creatures of the forest, yet so entirely different. Where there had been a slight disquietude to the enchantment of the woods, here it was pure Light. The melody of the woods had been haunting, ethereal— beautiful, yet not entirely to be trusted; the notes of the garden were of a much more whimsical sweep of sound. And yet, these were merely her inner senses, for, just as in the woods, she had heard nothing at all.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers