Top 1200 Silver Spoons Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

I feel like a Gold surrounded by Silver!

Speech is silver, silence is golden.

I didn't lose the gold. I won the silver.

Every crowd has a silver lining.

All that I have achieved are these dreams locked in silver.

As I accepted the change of the golden hair of my childhood to the reddish-brown hair of my youth without regret, so I also accept my silver hair-and I am ready to accept the time when my hair and the rest of my clay garment returns to the dust from which it came, while my spirit goes on to freer living. It is the season for my hair to be silver, and each season has its lessons to teach. Each season of life is wonderful if you have learned the lessons of the season before. It is only when you go on with lessons unlearned that you wish for a return.

I wasn't exactly born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

I won my tournament. I won the Silver Medal.

Gold and silver and sunshine is rising up.

I'm counting every silver lining I can get.

We belles always look for the silver lining.

Poppy was now almost well. She still slept more than usual, but when she wasn't sleeping she tromped around the doctor's house pulling spoons off the table and spilling cups of water and crumpling pages of books. That is, she was almost her old self.

I like to see the silver linings in things.

Genius without education is like silver in the mine.

The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide.

We were really sick of silver.

Corn is a necessary, silver is only a superfluity.

Behind every silver lining, there's a cloud.

In the interchange of thought use no coin but gold and silver.

Not every cloud has a silver lining.

Civilization is only savagery silver-gilt.

There was a perception that I'd grown up with a silver spoon in my mouth.

Give us this day our daily taste. Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in and sauces which are never the same twice. Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with Give us pasta with a hundred fillings.

There are no silver bullets.

Give us this day our daily taste. Restore to us soups that spoons will not sink in and sauces which are never the same twice. Raise up among us stews with more gravy than we have bread to blot it with... Give us pasta with a hundred fillings.

The intelligent have a right over the ignorant, namely, the right of instructing them. The right punishment of one out of tune, isto make him play in tune; the fine which the good, refusing to govern, ought to pay, is, to be governed by a worse man; that his guards shall not handle gold and silver, but shall be instructed that there is gold and silver in their souls, which will make men willing to give them every thing which they need.

Puccini - silver macaroni, exquisitely tangled.

Every silver lining has a cloud.

Frankly, I was born with a silver spoon.

Nobody cares about the bronze or silver medals.

Silver-the first book of dreams

Every cloud has a silver lining.

As a precious metal, silver is also money.

There's no silver spoon treatment in this place.

I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

If I can wheedle A knife or a needle, Why not a Silver Churn?

Every silver lining has a touch of grey.

I tend to look at the silver lining of things.

At Oracle, silver medal is first loser.

DISOBEDIENCE, n. The silver lining to the cloud of servitude.

Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.

His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin.

Jeetendra and I had 14 silver jubilee films.

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).

Happy is the man who has that in his soul which acts upon the dejected as April airs upon violet roots. Gifts from the hand are silver and gold, but the heart gives that which neither silver nor gold can buy. To be full of goodness, full of cheerfulness, full of sympathy, full of helpful hope, causes a man to carry blessings of which he is himself as unconscious as a lamp is of its own shining. Such a one moves on human life as stars move on dark seas to bewildered mariners; as the sun wheels, bringing all the seasons with him from the south.

The last time I was asked that, I said "A Year Without Spoons." Normally you get asked the same questions over and over, so it feels boring to say the same thing. But then I was like, I don't even know another essay I like. They're all good.

I was not born with a silver spoon in my mouth.

Wisdom is better than silver and gold

Prior to 1968, the gullible gentiles could take a one dollar Federal Reserve note into any bank in America and redeem it for a dollar which was by law a coin containing 412 1/2 grains of 90 per cent silver. Up until 1933, one could have redeemed the same note for a coin of 25 4/5ths grains of 90 per cent gold. All we do is give the goy more non-redeemable notes, or else copper slugs. But we never give them their gold and silver. Only more paper.

There's the silver lining I've been looking for.

Girl with the burning golden eyes, And red-bird song, and snowy throat: I bring you gold and silver moons, And diamond stars, and mists that float. I bring you moons and snowy clouds, I bring you prarie skies to-night To feebly praise your golden eyes And red-bird song, and throat so white. ~Vachel Lindsay "To Gloriana" God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.

I don't think the Democrats need a silver bullet.

Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate

I am silver and exact.I have no preconceptions.

It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the silver line like smoke, whiplash curves. ... I touched the pages her hands touched, I pressed them to my lips, the soft thick old paper, yellow now, fragile as skin. I stuck my nose between the bindings and smelled all the readings she had given, the smell of unfiltered cigarettes and the espresso machine, beaches and incense and whispered words in the night. I could hear her voice rising from the pages. The cover curled outward like sails.

How many mysteries have you seen in your lifetime? How many nets pulled full over the boat's side, each silver body ready or not falling into submission? How many roses in early summer uncurling above the pale sands then falling back in unfathomable willingness? And what can you say? Glory to the rose and the leaf, to the seed, to the silver fish. Glory to time and the wild fields, and to joy. And to grief's shock and torpor, its near swoon.

I’d discovered, after a lot of extreme apprehension about what spoons to use, that if you do something incorrect at table with a certain arrogance, as if you knew perfectly well you were doing it properly, you can get away with it and nobody will think you are bad-mannered or poorly brought up. They will think you are original and very witty.

My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me. Raise me a daïs of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me.

There is no silver bullet for poverty alleviation.

My favorite colors are black, white and silver.