Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Had we but world enough, and time, this coyness, lady, were no crime.
I remember being in the same position as Ruby, when I no longer believed in God as I was raised to believe. But I still am a believer - it's a personality trait, to be someone who can believe. But then what do you believe in?
Bathe in the splendor of your own Light.
If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.
A moment later, Liam's bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn't seeing Ruby.
His wedding gift, clasped round my throat. A choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat.
Knowing that we'd meet Ruby at the point where she stopped believing, I knew I was also going to have to deal with what you do with your capacity for belief if you don't have an object for your belief.
Every season hath its pleasure; Spring may boast her flowery prime, Yet the vineyard's ruby treasuries Brighten Autumn's sob'rer time.
The harsh truth is, most red-haired men look like blondes who've spoiled from lack of refrigeration. They look like brown-haired men who've been composted out behind the barn. Yet that same pigmentation that on a man can resemble leaf mold or junkyard rust, a woman wears like a tiara of rubies.
There is a coherence in things, a stability; something. . . is immune from change and shines out. . . in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.
It is impossible not to notice Ruby on Rails. It has had a huge effect both in and outside the Ruby community. . . Rails has become a standard to which even well-established tools are comparing themselves to.
A pair of ruby red slippers worn by Judy Garland in The Wizard of Oz have been stolen. The thief is described as being armed and fabulous.
You have no need to travel anywhere - journey within yourself. Enter a mine of rubies and bathe in the splendor of your own light.
Black seems to make a colour cloudy, but darkness doesn't. A ruby could thus keep getting darker without ever becoming cloudy; but if it became blackish red, it would become cloudy.
A ruby-encrusted orb popped its top and helicopter blades unfolded. Leo was glad Buford the table wasn't here-he would've fallen in love.
A friend cannot be owned That is plain to see Friendships must be shared, Just like our friend, Ruby
I plucked a ruby off the nearest plant and threw it at Hades.
If I had rubies, riches, and crowns, I'd buy the whole world and change things around.
Patricia embraces me on the station platform. 'The past is what you leave behind in life, Ruby,' she says with the smile of a reincarnated lama. 'Nonsense, Patricia,' I tell her as I climb on board my train. 'The past's what you take with you.
