Poor George [Bush], he can't help it. He was born with a silver foot in his mouth.
Kisses are like grains of gold or silver found upon the ground, of no value themselves, but precious as showing that a mine is near.
This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.
'Silver Spoons' was great memories - absolutely the best.
There are no silver bullets.
I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining,' I said.
I would think it a greater happiness to gain one soul to Christ than mountains of silver and gold to myself.
Better to have tried and failed than to have never tried at all. Whoever came up with that phrase I wanted his greasy head on a silver platt
You have to earn money the hard way. Because no-one will serve it up to you on a silver platter.
DISOBEDIENCE, n. The silver lining to the cloud of servitude.
I'm a car fanatic and each morning I wake up with a smile on my face, whether I'm commentating on the Formula One or at Silver Hatch racetrack in Roary the Racing Car.
I want to just obey the Constitution. The Constitution says only gold and silver can be legal tender.
I don't want an angry song with no silver lining ending up on my album. Then I'd have to play, or feel obliged to play, that song every night in repetition as a mantra of anger.
Slowly, silently, now the moon Walks the night in her silver shoon.
That knowledge humbles me, melts my bones, closes my ears, and makes my teeth rock loosely in their gums. And it also liberates me. I am a big bird winging over high mountains, down into serene valleys. I am ripples of waves on silver seas. I'm a spring leaf trembling in anticipation.
I don’t want your candor. I want your soul in a silver thimble.
I heard from my dear friend Tiberius Ogden, that you can produce a Patronus? For a bonus point. . . ? Harry raised his wand, looked directly at Umbridge, and imagined her being sacked. Expecto Patronum! The silver stag erupted from the end of his wand and cantered the length of the hall.
The silver swan, who, living had no note, When death approached unlocked her silent throat.
The silver trump of freedom roused in my soul eternal wakefulness.
The rain wasn't the usual glittering silver, but dark and dirty, as if nature were a scrubwoman wringing out a filthy mop.