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The world is glittering ordspråk

en The world is glittering with gold, and yellow streamers of sunlight wind through the tree boughs like God was throwing a party!

en I'd never seen such yellow. Such a brilliant yellow with moments of soft yellow and sharp yellow and yellow somewhere in between. It looked gold sometimes and white. Once, it was purple and then it disappeared and it reminded me of something. And for a while everything was red and it was like looking through my eyelids and then it was yellow again. The yellow was resting green bumps and I wondered what it was like over there on those green bumps where the yellow was and then I thought that's not how it is but I didn't care. All I saw was yellow and I saw everything. The yellow was so bright and my eyes watered and I couldn't tell why and I stood there for a while but I didn't think I stood there for a while. I didn't think at all. I only thought of the yellow and I thought of everything. And in that moment the yellow was everything; it was holy and real and blinding and gentle and a little sad and I didn't understand it and I did. Did I? Did I.

en The Pyncheon Elm, throughout its great circumference, was all alive, and full of the morning sun
and a sweet-tempered little breeze, which lingered within this verdant sphere, and set a thousand leafty
tongues a-whispering all at once. This ages tree appeared to have suffered nothing from the gale.
It has kept its boughs unshattered, and its full complement of leaves, and the whole in perfect verdure,
except a single branch, that, by the earlier change with which the elm-tree sometimes prophesies the autumn,
had been transmuted to bright gold.
  Nathaniel Hawthorne

en Night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir tree.
  Ralph Waldo Emerson

en Out of doubt, out of dark to the day’s rising
I came singing in the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope’s end I rode and to heart’s breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and red nightfall!

These staves he spoke, yet he laughed as he said them. For once more the lust of battle was on him; and he was young, and he was still unscathed, and he was king, lord of a fell people. But even as he laughed at despair he looked out again at the black ships and lifted his sword to defy them.
And then wonder took him, and great joy; and he threw up his sword in the sunlight and sang as he caught it. All eyes followed his gaze, and upon the foremost ship, a great standard broke, and the wind displayed it as she turned toward the Harlond. There flowered a White Tree, and that was for Gondor; but Seven Stars were about it, and a high crown above it, the signs of Elendil that no lord had born for years beyond count. And the stars flamed in he sunlight, for they were wrought of gems by Arwen daughter of Elrond; and the crown was bright in the morning, for it was wrought of mithril and gold.
Thus came Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Elessar, Isildur's heir, out of the Paths of the Dead, born upon a wind from the Sea to the kingdom of Gondor; and the mirth if the Rohirrim was a torrent of laughter and a flashing of swords, and the joy of the City was a music of trumpets and a ringing of bells. But the hosts of Mordor were seized with bewilderment, and a great wizardry it seemed to them that their own ships could be filled with their foes; and a black dread fell upon them, knowing that the tides of fate had turned against them and their doom was near at hand.
  J.R.R. Tolkien

en All in the Downs the fleet was moored, / The streamers waving in the wind, / When black-eyed Susan came aboard.
  John Gay

en Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
  Thomas Hood

en A Blue Dog, you know, is the opposite of a yellow dog. And a yellow dog was somebody who was willing to follow his party even when he knew it was wrong.

en Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree
  Ralph Waldo Emerson

en Today this tree represents our hope. Even more than our faith, this small tree, (like) the democratic values that guided the first Congress to meet here, will continue to grow and to guide all the Congresses to come, ... And even though the wind may rustle its branches every so often, this tree, like our democracy itself, will only grow stronger over time.

en Here at the fountain's sliding foot, / Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, / Casting the body's vest aside, / My soul into the boughs does glide.
  Andrew Marvell

en They want to give away the taxpayers' gold. If somebody went to Fort Knox and took gold out, they'd be in jail for the rest of their lives. But in national forests, people can take gold (under the bill) and be considered friends of the Republican Party.

en My last game, streamers flying, world champions. How could you write a better script than this?

en When thou beatest thine olive tree, thou shalt not go over the boughs again: it shall be for the stranger, for the fatherless, and for the widow.

en It's the superhighway to the gold. This causes negativity to go like sunlight causes darkness to go.

Mer information om detta ordspråk och citat! Pex Mahoney Tufvesson är en sann digital artist.


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