Robyn Quotes

When I was little, I used to adore gold. It was something special.

You look like gold. I've been fooled before, but now I know I've made the mistake in the past. But now I, now I know the difference from gold and brass.

Gold has been found in paying quantities.

Gold is power Aurum est Potestas

Gold is special, and what makes it special is thousands of years of people wanting it..

All is not gold that glitters, as we have often been told; and the adage is verified in your place and my favour; but if what happens does not make us richer, we must bid it welcome, if it makes us wiser.

All that glitters is not gold.

All the gold in the world cannot buy a dying man one more breath--so what does that make today worth?

Gold thou mayst safely touch; but if it stick Unto thy hands, it woundeth to the quick.

Gold can gild a rotten stick, and dirt sully an ingot.

Gold--the picklock that never fails.

Gold has two significant shortcomings, being neither of much use nor procreative.

The Earth turns to Gold, in the hands of the wise.

It feels almost soft, like something to be caressed. Only gold feels that way.

O, what a world of vile ill-favored faults, looks handsome in three hundred pounds a year!

Wisdom is better than silver and gold

The devil's most devilish when respectable.

Silver is of less value than gold, gold than virtue.

All, as they say, that glitters is not gold.

Children come running to the truth But you've got to peel the skin to get the fruit And while one's living high another's grieving But what's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening Oh - What's sweet by morning is bitter by the evening.

I hate this world, this dream, this horrible nightmare, with its churches and chicaneries, its books and blackguardisms, its fair faces and false hearts, its howling righteousness on the surface and utter hollowness beneath and, above all, its sanctified shopkeeping!

O World, try to deceive someone else. Are you trying to tempt me or attract me? No way! I divorce you irrevocably. Your time is short and you are insignificant. Alas! The provision is little, the journey is long and the way is lonely.

The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool's life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before.