Restrained Gold Quotes & Sayings

We have had the morality of submission, and the morality of chivalry and generosity; the time is now come for the morality of justice. — John Stuart Mill

A hobbyhorse can be a tiring ride for nonenthusiasts. — Anne Stevenson

I throw her over my shoulder — Sabaa Tahir

Form may be of more account than substance. A lens of ice will focus a solar beam to a blaze. — George Iles

I think it's very unhealthy to claim you love someone you don't know. — Helen McCrory

If my people look as if they're in a dreadful fix, it's because I can't get them out of a technical dilemma. — Francis Bacon

A soft gust of wind swooped at them under the hornbeam branches, setting the shadows flurrying, and when it died into the grass, Randal laid Bevis' body down, with a stunned emptiness inside him as though something of himself had gone too. — Rosemary Sutcliff

When angry, count ten before you speak; if very angry, an hundred. — Thomas Jefferson

It's strange how, even though I should be grieving, I feel like I am actually getting back pieces of her, word by word, line by line. — Veronica Roth

If you're going to be a player people will remember, you have to win the Open at St. Andrews. — Jack Nicklaus

TV is bigger than any story it reports. It's the greatest teaching tool since the printing press. — Fred W. Friendly

In the same way, I saw our General once approach the table in a stolid, important manner. A lacquey darted to offer him a chair, but the General did not even notice him. Slowly he took out his money bags, and slowly extracted 300 francs in gold, which he staked on the black, and won. Yet he did not take up his winnings - he left them there on the table. Again the black turned up, and again he did not gather in what he had won; and when, in the third round, the RED turned up he lost, at a stroke, 1200 francs. Yet even then he rose with a smile, and thus preserved his reputation; yet I knew that his money bags must be chafing his heart, as well as that, had the stake been twice or thrice as much again, he would still have restrained himself from venting his disappointment. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

He tilted his head, eyes peering deep inside of me in a way that made me feel exposed, like I'd never really been seen before, yet at the same time safe, like he'd never tell a soul what he'd found. — Kristen Simmons