#silver

The worst thing you can do to a child, and I've seen it happen so many times, is the silver spoon. ↗

— Elton John

#happen #i #many #ny times #seen

Labour was the first price, the original purchase - money that was paid for all things. It was not by gold or by silver, but by labour, that all wealth of the world was originally purchased. ↗

— Adam Smith

#first #gold #labour #money #original

Whatever it takes to get the image to reach that level is what that photographer needs to do. And for me, I just have such a love of the tactile and sensuous quality of a black and white silver gelatin print. ↗

— John Sexton

#black and white #get #i #image #in print

His smile is like the silver plate on a coffin. ↗

— John Philpot Curran

#his #like #plate #silver #smile

Silver, gold - I don't discriminate! I like sparkly things. ↗

— Charlaine Harris

#gold #i #like #silver #things

I don't believe in nirvana. If nirvana was handed to us on a silver platter, this would be the first day of our struggle to keep it. ↗

— Holly Near

#believe #day #first #handed #i

Voting, we might even say, is the next to last refuge of the politically impotent. The last refuge is, of course, giving your opinion to a pollster, who will get a version of it through a desiccated question, and then will submerge it in a Niagara of similar opinions, and convert them into--what else?--another piece of news. Thus we have here a great loop of impotence: The news elicits from you a variety of opinions about which you can do nothing except to offer them as more news, about which you can do nothing. ↗

— Neil Postman

#elections #irrelevance #media #nate-silver #news

I can tell you kids grew up with a silver spoon in your mouth. When I was your age, we took a bath once a week on Saturday night, and all of us used the same bath water. ↗

— K. Martin Beckner

#silver-spoon #age

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. ↗

— Janet Fitch

#silver #smell #wanting #art

The only thing that's changed is the way Blake looks at me. And it takes my breath away. Blake's eyes glow in the firelight. But it's the flames behind his eyes that make my whole body run hot. I can feel myself blush as he brings his hands to my cheek, branding me with his touch. "Brianna Paxton." He lets his fingers rest against my skin, stroking just beneath my chin. "You are even more beautiful than I remembered. ↗

— Talia Vance

#beauty