Golden Quotes - Page 24

• Then the musical instruments appeared. Dad’s snare drum from the house, Henry’s guitar from his car, Adam’s spare guitar from my room. Everyone was jamming together, singing songs: Dad’s songs, Adam’s songs, old Clash songs, old Wipers songs. Teddy was dancing around, the blond of his hair reflecting the golden flames. I remember watching it all and getting that tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.

  Gayle Forman

  Song, Dad, Thinking

  Gayle Forman (2009). “If I Stay”, p.107, Penguin

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• But her name was Esmé. She was a girl with long, long, red, red hair. Her mother braided it. The flower shop boy stood behind her and held it in his hand. Her mother cut it off and hung it from a chandelier. She was Queen. Mazishta. Her hair was black and her handmaidens dressed it with pearls and silver pins. Her flesh was golden like the desert. Her flesh was pale like cream. Her eyes were blue. Brown.

  Laini Taylor

  Girl, Mother, Queens

  Laini Taylor (2009). “Lips Touch: Three Times”, p.196, Scholastic Inc.

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• My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.

  George R. R. Martin

  Hair, Yellow, Tree

  George R. R. Martin (2012). “George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons”, p.1715, Bantam

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• Squeeze your eyes closed, as tight as you can, and think of all your favorite autumns, crisp and perfect, all bound up together like a stack of cards. That is what it is like, the awful, wonderful brightness of Fairy colors. Try to smell the hard, pale wood sending up sharp, green smoke into the afternoon. To feel the mellow, golden sun on your skin, more gentle and cozier and more golden than even the light of your favorite reading nook at the close of the day.

  Catherynne M. Valente

  Reading, Eye, Autumn

  Catherynne M. Valente (2011). “The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making”, p.130, Macmillan

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• To write is to pour one’s innermost self passionately upon the tempting paper, at such frantic speed that sometimes one’s hand struggles and rebels, overdriven by the impatient god which guides it - and to find, next day, in place of the golden bough that bloomed miraculously in that dazzling hour, a withered bramble and a stunted flower.

  Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

  Struggle, Flower, Writing

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• She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together

  Shannon Hale

  Hair, White, Together

  Shannon Hale (2012). “Princess Academy: Palace of Stone”, p.272, Bloomsbury Publishing USA

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• For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honor of triumph, a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeteers, musicians and strange animals from conquered territories, together with carts laden with treasure and captured armaments. The conquerors rode in a triumphal chariot, the dazed prisoners walking in chains before him. Sometimes his children robed in white stood with him in the chariot or rode the trace horses. A slave stood behind the conqueror holding a golden crown and whispering in his ear a warning: that all glory is fleeting.

  George S. Patton

  Horse, Children, War

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• The snow was too light to stay, the ground too warm to keep it. And the strange spring snow fell only in that golden moment of dawn, the turning of the page between night and day.

  Shannon Hale

  Spring, Night, Light

  Shannon Hale (2013). “Princess Academy: Palace of Stone”, p.202, A&C Black

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• Of course.” She fluffed her hair. “I don’t want to brag, but I’m very high maintenance.” “Uh, I think low maintenance is what’s desirable.” “Low maintenance is what’s forgettable. You might want to write that down, underline it, circle it and put a star by it. It’s golden.” With barely a breath, she added, “Now let’s find out if we’re compatible, shall we?

  Gena Showalter

  Stars, Writing, Thinking

  Gena Showalter (2015). “The White Rabbit Chronicles: Alice in Zombieland\Through the Zombie Glass\The Queen of Zombie Hearts”, p.38, Harlequin

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• When the end comes, dark and hungry I'll be alone, love When the end comes, black and starving I'll say good-bye, love.-from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

  Maggie Stiefvater

  Dark, Bye, Black

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• After that, the book will fade, the way all books fade in your mind. But I hope you will remember this: A man walking fast down a dark lonely street. Quick steps and hard breathing, all wonder and need. A bell above a door and the tinkle it makes. A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

  Robin Sloan

  Lonely, Book, Dark

  "Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore". Book by Robin Sloan, 2012.

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• These happy golden years are passing by, these happy golden years.

  Laura Ingalls Wilder

  Years, Passing By, Passings

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• In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

  Madeline Miller

  Love, Light, Hands

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• Sometime I’ll lay down my wrath, As I lay my body down Between the ache of breath and breath, Golden slumber in the bone.

  Allen Ginsberg

  Wrath, Slumber, Body

  Allen Ginsberg (2010). “Collected Poems 1947-1997”, p.38, Harper Collins

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• A clerk and a ladder and warm golden light, and then: the right book exactly, at exactly the right time.

  Robin Sloan

  Book, Light, Clerks

  Robin Sloan (2012). “Mr. Penumbra's 24-Hour Bookstore: A Novel”, p.288, Macmillan

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• Can you at least tell us what these Sevens look like?" He said "could we pick one out in a crowd?" "A long time ago, they used to appear wearing robes and golden girtles," Ivy explained. "They sound like losers," Xavier muttered.

  Alexandra Adornetto

  Ivy, Long, Sound

  Alexandra Adornetto (2012). “Heaven”, p.54, Macmillan

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• Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone, And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood, Remember only this of our hopeless love That never till Time is done Will the fire of the heart and the fire of the mind be one

  Edith Sitwell

  Lonely, Kings, Heart

  Dame Edith Sitwell (1952). “Selected Poems”

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• She's a skank. He's a player. He's cute but almost OD'd last year, so he's a bad bet. She's a two-faced, lying, cheating witch. That's right, Trina, I'm talking to you," she shouted. "By the way," she added just for me, "Trina cusses, which means cussing is trashy, which means my golden rule is to never cuss. I have class. Unlike Trina, the skank of Birmingham." The last part was, of course, shouted.

  Gena Showalter

  Cute, Cheating, Lying

  Gena Showalter (2013). “Alice in Zombieland”, p.52, Harlequin

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• After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark.

  Marina Tsvetaeva

  Eye, Dark, Night

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• Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said: so the son went in and found the chamber where the golden bird hung in a wooden cage, and below

  Jacob Grimm

  Son, Bird, Castles

  Jacob Grimm, Wilhelm Grimm “Annotated Grimms' Fairy Tales with English Grammar Exercises: by Jacob Grimm and Wilhelm Grimm (Author), Robert Powell (Editor)”, Powell Publications, LLC

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• Who do you think our champion will be today? Have you seen Mace Tyrell's boy? The Knight of Flowers, they call him. Now there's a son any man would be proud to own to. Last tourney, he dumped the Kingslayer on his golden rump, you ought to have seen the look on Cersei's face. I laughed till my sides hurt.

  George R. R. Martin

  Hurt, Flower, Son

  George R. R. Martin (2012). “George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones 5-Book Boxed Set (Song of Ice and Fire Series): A Game of Thrones, A Clash of Kings, A Storm of Swords, A Feast for Crows, and and A Dance with Dragons”, p.267, Bantam

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• It is well, when in difficulties, to say never a word, neither black nor white. Speech is silver but silence is golden.

  Muriel Spark

  White, Silence, Black

  Muriel Spark (2015). “The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie”, p.11, Canongate Books

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• Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

  Oscar Wilde

  Lying, Heart, White

  Oscar Wilde, Russell Jackson, Ian Small (2000). “The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Poems and poems in prose”, p.5, Oxford University Press on Demand

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• When you walk through the storm, hold your head high And don't be afraid of the dark! At the end of the storm is a golden sky And the sweet song of the lark. Walk on through the wind Walk on through the rain Though your dreams be tossed & blown Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart And you'll never walk alone!

  Douglas Adams

  Dream, Song, Sweet

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• There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others!

  Anne Frank

  Laughing, Golden Rule, Bother

  Anne Frank, Rijksinstituut voor Oorlogsdocumentatie (Netherlands) (1989). “The diary of Anne Frank: the critical edition”, Viking Pr

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