The Church of the Apostles was a Church of the poor; of silver and gold it had none.
When you are losing it can seem like there is a black cloud following you around, but like they say there is a silver lining in every cloud.
Behold, I have refined you, but not as silver; I have tested you in the furnace of affliction.
Hand me the world on a silver platter, and what good would it be?
Personally, I like those mystery shows. Ever since I was a kid I've been crazy about blood and detectives and murder. Maybe I was born with a silver knife in my back.
We do not know which of our silver products will be judged as gold by our successors, nor does it matter.
I told myself that some families we get without asking, while others we choose. And I chose those two. I think that’s what you’d call a silver lining.
You may have crap that wants to drag you down, but if you really like what you're doing, then there's always a silver lining.
One thing you can say about nuclear power: the people who believe it is the silver bullet for America's energy problems never give up.
I want to take you to a place of pure magic. . . It's the place athletes call the "zone". Buddhists call "satori" and ravers call "trance". I call it the Silver Desert. It's a place of pure light that holds the dark within it. It's a place of pure rhythm.
We want and expect to win the silver or gold. A bronze would be a step back. In fact, we think it would be a put-down if we don't win the silver or gold.
No lower can a man descend than to interpret his dreams into gold and silver.
And of course most non-Catholics imagine that the Church is immensely rich, and that all Catholic institutions make money hand over fist, and that all the money is stored away somewhere to buy gold and silver dishes for the Pope and cigars for the College of Cardinals.
Just above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.
Hawkwind are one of those bands that people introduce you to because you don't see them on the covers of magazines. I'd heard 'Silver Machine' but Russell Senior, who was in Pulp, got me into them. They had a song called 'Master Of The Universe' and we nicked the title in 1985 for one of our songs.
Does the moon play only silver when it strums the galaxy?
. . . but hope seduces like a silver tongue, double-edged like a dagger that cuts both ways.
You have to earn money the hard way. Because no-one will serve it up to you on a silver platter.
I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.
Our happiness is certainly mixed in with the tragedies of life. You have to find the lemonade. You have to find the silver lining in the middle of everything that happens in life.