Browsing Topic Best Glitter Quotes

All that is gold does not glitter.

It doesn’t have to glitter to be gold.

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space. I know of no sculpture, painting or music that exceeds the compelling spiritual command of the soaring shape of granite cliff and dome, of patina of light on rock and forest, and of the thunder and whispering of the falling, flowing waters. At first the colossal aspect may dominate; then we perceive and respond to the delicate and persuasive complex of nature.

Personality is the glitter that sends your little gleam across the footlights and the orchestra pit into that big black space where the audience is.

A medal glitters, but it also casts a shadow.

Man is hypnotized by the glitter of his own gadgetry

It’s funny because I’m a sucker for glitz and glitter when it comes to clothes and nail polish, but with my makeup, I’m more comfortable with a natural look. It feels more like me.

President Jimmy Carter was a citizen soldier. Ironically, he was considered weak because he didn’t kill anybody and he didn’t get anyone killed.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

For money you can have everything it is said. No, that is not true. You can buy food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; soft beds, but not sleep; knowledge but not intelligence; glitter, but not comfort; fun, but not pleasure; acquaintances, but not friendship; servants, but not faithfulness; grey hair, but not honor; quiet days, but not peace. The shell of all things you can get for money. But not the kernel. That cannot be had for money.

Authors are magpies, echoing each other’s words and seizing avidly on anything that glitters.

There’s no unicorns that pop out the ceiling and no glitter that pops out of my pocket. It’s just regular people in the studio doing what we do.

We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life.

In recent years, we’ve become enamored with our own past success. Lulled into complacency by the glitter of our own achievements. We’ve become accustomed to the title of Military Superpower, forgetting the qualities that got us there. We’ve become accustomed to our economic dominance in the world, forgetting that it wasn’t reckless deals and get rich quick schemes that got us where we are, but hard work and smart ideas, quality products and wise investments.

The purpose of writing is to inflate weak ideas, obscure pure reasoning, and inhibit clarity. With a little practice, writing can be an intimidating and impenetrable fog!

Many a night I saw the Pleiads,Rising thro’ the mellow shade,Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies,Tangled in a silver braid.

Strong women only marry weak men.

The power of faith will often shine forth the most when the character is naturally weak.

Human life, like all inferior goods, is covered on the outside with a false glitter; what suffers always conceals itself.

But in our age the appeal to authority is weak, and I am of my age.

In some suburban schools, the curriculum is chock-full of rigorous A.P. courses and the parking lot glitters with pricey SUVs, but one doesn’t have to look hard to find students who are starving themselves, cutting themselves, or medicating themselves, as well students who are taking out their frustrations on those who sit lower on the social food chain.

Sanctions always hurt the poor, the weak, the children.

With the Stray Cats at least, we really took the music somewhere else. First, we wrote our own songs. That’s a real weak point in modern classics if you do rockabilly or blues.

If the egotist is weak, his egotism is worthless. If the egotist is strong, acute, full of distinctive character, his egotism is precious, and remains a possession of the race.

A little glitter can turn your whole day around.

Now every mortal has pain and sweat is constant, but if there is anything dearer than being alive, it’s dark to me. We humans seem disastrously in love with this thing (whatever it is) that glitters on the earth– we call it life. We know no other. The underworld’s a blank and all the rest just fantasy.

The first stars tremble as if shimmering in green water. Hours must pass before their glimmer hardens into the frozen glitter of diamonds. I shall have a long wait before I witness the soundless frolic of the shooting stars. In the profound darkness of certain nights I have seen the sky streaked with so many trailing sparks that it seemed to me a great gale must be blowing through the outer heavens.

When the song is over, the mikes turned off, the lights dimmed, all the glitter and glamour shed, and I am left alone with my own thoughts, free to contemplate the paths that led me to where I am today, I pause to give thanks.

I wonder what spendthrift chose to spillSuch a bright gold under my windowsill!Is it fair gold? Does it glitter still?Bless me! It’s a daffodil!

I think once you’re past 30 you shouldn’t wear a lot of glitter.

There are knives that glitter like altarsIn a dark churchWhere they bring the cripple and the imbecileTo be healed.There’s a woden block where bones are broken,Scraped clean–a river dried to its bed

Women want a family life that glitters and is stable. They don’t want some lump spouse watching ice hockey in the late hours of his eighteenth beer. They want a family that is so much fun and is so smart that they look forward to Thanksgiving rather than regarding it with a shudder. That’s the glitter part. The stable part is, obviously, they don’t want to be one bead on a long necklace of wives. They want, just like men, fun, love, fame, money and power. And equal pay for equal work.

Don’t lose a diamond while chasing glitter honey

Everything seems beautiful because you don’t understand. Those flying fish, they’re not leaping for joy, they’re jumping in terror. Bigger fish want to eat them. That luminous water, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies, the glitter of putrescence. There’s no beauty here, only death and decay.

Basically Britney Spears’ video is like a three an a half minute version of Glitter.