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Cress?"
"It's beautiful out there."
A hesitation, before, "Could you be more specific?"
"The sky is gorgeous, intense blue color." She pressed her fingers to the glass and traced the wavy hills on the horizon.
"Oh, good. You've really narrowed it down for me."
"I'm sorry, it's just..." She tried to stamp down the rush of emotion. "I think we're in a desert."
"Cactuses and tumbleweeds?"
"No just a lot of sand. It's kind of orangish-gold, with hints of pink, and I can see tiny clouds of it floating above the ground, like...like smoke."
"Piles up in lots of hills?"
"Yes, exactly! And it's beautiful."
Thorne snorted. "If this is how you feel about a desert, I can't wait until you see your first real tree. Your mind will explode.
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Marissa Meyer (Cress (The Lunar Chronicles, #3))
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His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me.”
“You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head.
“It was nice to hear, just the same.”
I hid my face against his shoulder.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“You are my life now,” he answered simply.
There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.
”
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Stephenie Meyer (Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1))
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When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were thing like astronaut, president, or in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know.
[from the movie]
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Stephenie Meyer (Eclipse (The Twilight Saga, #3))
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His eyes were the colour of gold, of sunflowers and butterscotch and lemons hanging heavy on their boughs - Jest
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Marissa Meyer (Heartless)
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A laugh like that is richer than gold to a man of my profession. I'll make it my life's work to hear the sound again.
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Marissa Meyer (Heartless)
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What are you thinking?" he asked curiously.
Ilooked up into his deep gold eyes, became befuddled, and, as usual, blurted out the truth.
"I'm trying to figure out what you are.
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Stephenie Meyer (Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1))
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The bed was absurd—some kind of soft, supportive cloud that was probably made from spun gold or unicorn mane.
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Stephenie Meyer (The Chemist)
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I wrenched the door out of my way―ridiculously eager―and there he was, my personal miracle.
Time had not made me immune to the perfection of his face, and I was sure that I would never take any aspect of him for granted. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips―twisted up into a smile now, the straight line of his nose, the sharp angle of his cheekbones, the smooth marble span of his forehead―partially obscured by a tangle of rain-darkened bronze hair . . .
I saved his eyes for last, knowing that when I looked into them I was likely to lose my train of thought. They were wide, warm with liquid gold, and framed by a thick fringe of black lashes. Staring into his eyes always made me feel extraordinary―sort of like my bone were turning spongy. I was also a little lightheaded, but that could have been because I'd forgotten to keep breathing. Again.
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Stephenie Meyer (Eclipse (The Twilight Saga, #3))
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You had to say straw?” Gild asked, breaking the silence. He shook his head, even as he gathered the next bundle of stalks. “You couldn’t have told him you could spin gold from silk, or even wool?” He opened his palms and Serilda could see that they were covered in scratches from the brittle material.
She grinned apologetically. “I may not have fully considered the repercussions.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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I felt like some crazy old miser, gloating over his piles of gold coins, only instead of coins, it was seconds that I hoarded.
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Stephenie Meyer (Twilight / Life and Death (The Twilight Saga))
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As I understand,” she said, “gold has caused as many problems as it has ever solved.
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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I would like to ask one favor though, if that's not too much," he said.
I wonder what he saw on my face, because something flickered across his own face in response. But, before I could identify it, he'd composed his features into the same serene mask.
"Anything," I vowed, my voice faintly stronger.
As I watched, his frozen eyes melted. The gold became liquid again, molten, burning down into mine with an intensity that was overwhelming.
"Don't do anything reckless or stupid," he ordered, no longer detached. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I nodded helplessly.
His eyes cooled, the distance returned.
”
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Stephenie Meyer (New Moon (The Twilight Saga, #2))
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She had heard tales of magical ones who could do marvelous things. Of people who really had been blessed by Hulda. Who could spin not only gold, but also silver and silk and strands of perfect white pearls.
But the only blessing she carried was from the god of lies, and now her cursed tongue had ruined her.
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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Breakfast time," he said eventually, casually — to prove, I'm sure, that he remembered all my human
frailties.
So I clutched my throat with both hands and stared at him with wide eyes. Shock crossed his face.
"Kidding!" I snickered. "And you said I couldn't act!"
He frowned in disgust. "That wasn't funny."
"It was very funny, and you know it." But I examined his gold eyes carefully, to make sure that I was
forgiven. Apparently, I was.
"Shall I rephrase?" he asked. "Breakfast time for the human.
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Stephenie Meyer (Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1))
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I am not a sorcerer.”
Serilda mirrored his expression. “I’ve watched you spin straw into gold. You are a sorcerer. You cannot convince me otherwise.”
His smile broke through again. “Maybe I’m one of the old gods. Maybe I am Hulda.”
“Don’t think the idea didn’t occur to me. But no. Gods are pompous and distant and in love with their own brilliance. You’re none of those things.”
“Thank you?”
She smirked. “Well, you might be a little in love with your own brilliance.
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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Would that I could spin straw into gold. It’d be far more useful than this…spinning nothing but silly stories.
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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I meant no offense. A laugh like that is richer than gold to a man of my position. I will make it my life's work to hear the sound again. Every day, if it pleases you. No—twice a day, and at least once before breakfast. A royal joker must set the highest of expectations.
- The Joker
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Marissa Meyer (Heartless)
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Cinder." Kai pulled one leg onto the bank, turning his body so they were facing each other. He took her hands between his and her heart began to drum unexpectedly. Not because of his touch, and not even because of his low, serious tone, but because it occurred to Cinder all at once that Kai was nervous.
Kai was never nervous.
"I asked you once," he said, running his thumbs over her knuckles, "if you thought you would ever be willing to wear a crown again. Not as the queen of Luna, but ... as my empress. And you said that you would consider it, someday."
She swallowed a breath of cool night air. "And ... this is that day?"
His lips twitched, but didn't quite become a smile. "I love you. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to marry you, and, yes, I want you to be my empress."
Cinder gaped at him for a long moment before she whispered, "That's a lot of wanting."
"You have no idea."
She lowered her lashes. "I might have some idea."
Kai released one of her hands and she looked up again to see him reaching into his pocket - the same that had held Wolf's and Scarlet's wedding rings before. His fist was closed when he pulled it out and Kai held it toward her, released a slow breath, and opened his fingers to reveal a stunning ring with a large ruby ringed in diamonds.
It didn't take long for her retina scanner to measure the ring, and within seconds it was filling her in on far more information than she needed - inane worlds like carats and clarity scrolled past her vision. But it was the ring's history that snagged her attention. It had been his mother's engagement ring once, and his grandmother's before that.
Kai took her hand and slipped the ring onto her finger. Metal clinked against metal, and the priceless gem looked as ridiculous against her cyborg plating as the simple gold band had looked on Wolf's enormous, deformed, slightly hairy hand.
Cinder pressed her lips together and swallowed, hard, before daring to meet Kai's gaze again.
"Cinder," he said, "will you marry me?"
Absurd, she thought.
The emperor of the Eastern Commonwealth was proposing to her. It was uncanny. It was hysterical.
But it was Kai, and somehow, that also made it exactly right.
"Yes," she whispered. "I will marry you."
Those simple words hung between them for a breath, and then she grinned and kissed him, amazed that her declaration didn't bring the surge of anxiety she would have expected years ago. He drew her into his arms, laughing between kisses, and she suddenly started to laugh too. She felt strangely delirious.
They had stood against all adversity to be together, and now they would forge their own path to love. She would be Kai's wife. She would be the Commonwealth's empress. And she had every intention of being blissfully happy for ever, ever after.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Stars Above (The Lunar Chronicles, #4.5))
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and a sleeveless top studded with sapphires. The top was cropped short to show off her midriff, brown skin gleaming with sandalwood oil. Her black hair was pinned elaborately on top of her head and woven through with strands of gold. Her lashes were lined with kohl, her eyelids dusted with shimmering gold powder. Her beauty was unmistakable, untouchable—like a goddess of old. “Eda,” said Talia at last, forcing herself
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Joanna Ruth Meyer (Beneath the Haunting Sea (Beneath the Haunting Sea, #1))
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She might be marked as a liar, but there would be truths in her words that no one could see. Maybe she wasn’t a liar at all, but more like a historian. Maybe even an oracle.
Telling stories of the past that had been buried for too long.
Creating stories that might yet come to be.
Spinning something out of nothing.
Straw into gold.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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I meant no offense. A laugh like that is richer than gold to a man of my position. I’ll make it my life’s work to hear the sound again. Every day, if it pleases you.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Heartless)
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His gold eyes grew very soft. "You said you loved me. I love you," I said in a low, intense voice. "I will always love you, no matter what happens now.
”
”
Stephenie Meyer
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Cursed,” he said, laughing without humor. “I’m well aware of that.”
“But don’t you see?” She took his hands. “This is a good thing.”
“How is being cursed a good thing?”
It was the question Serilda had been trying to answer her whole life.
She lifted his hand and placed a kiss against the pale scar on his freckled wrist, where the gold-tipped arrow had tethered his spirit to this castle, trapping him forever.
“Because curses can be broken.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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But I do know that you aren’t a ghost. You aren’t dead. You’re just cursed.”
“Cursed,” he said, laughing without humor. “I’m well aware of that.”
“But don’t you see?” She took his hands. “This is a good thing.”
“How is being cursed a good thing?”
It was the question Serilda had been trying to answer her whole life.
She lifted his hand and placed a kiss against the pale scar on his freckled wrist, where a gold-tipped arrow had tethered his spirit to this castle, trapping him forever.
“Because curses can be broken.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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Often, when I looked back over my first three months as an immortal, I imagined how the thread of my life might look in the Fates’ loom—who knew but that it actually existed? I was sure my thread must have changed color; I thought it had probably started out as a nice beige, something supportive and non-confrontational, something that would look good in the background. Now it felt like it must be bright crimson, or maybe glistening gold. The tapestry of family and friends that wove together around me was a beautiful, glowing thing, full of their bright, complementary colors.
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Stephenie Meyer (The Twilight Saga Complete Collection (Twilight, #1-4, Bree Tanner))
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His head drooped forward, but his eyes were open. His expression was shattered as he met Serilda’s gaze.
She didn’t realize that she’d taken a step toward him until the king’s voice startled her back to herself.
“Leave him be.”
She froze. “Why—” Then, remembering that she was not supposed to have met Gild before, she cleared the hurt from her brow and faced the king. “Who is he? What has he done to be chained up like that?”
“Our resident poltergeist,” the king said mockingly. “He dared to steal something that was mine.”
“Steal something?”
“Indeed. A bobbin was missing from your previous night’s work, disappeared before my servants could even collect the gold. I am sure it was the poltergeist, as he has a habit of causing trouble.”
Serilda’s stomach dropped.
“But I will not tolerate his mischief on such an occasion. Your labors have served me well. Not many things can hold him, but chains crafted from magicked gold? They worked just as well as I’d hoped.”
She swallowed hard and looked back. Gild’s jaw was locked. Misery mixed with anger across the plains of his face.
It was too far for her to see the chains clearly, but Serilda had no doubt they were crafted of strands of pure gold, woven into an unbreakable chain.
Her heart ached.
He had made his own prison, and he had done it for her.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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When our Lord is about to fashion a vessel unto honour, meet for His use, whether it be of gold and silver, or of wood and earth, He has to establish His absolute authority and right to command. There can be no parleying or argument, no hesitancy or holding back. Spirit, soul, and body must be absolutely submitted to Him, at whatever cost. The disciple must leave all and follow Him. Just as He was prepared to suffer obediently even unto death, so He requires of those whom He takes into the sacred circle of inward companionship that they should arm themselves with the same mind, so that they should no longer live the rest of their time to the will of the flesh, but to the will of God.
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F.B. Meyer (Peter: Fisherman, Disciple, Apostle)
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My final vow to you, my mortal queen," he said, voice carrying over a crowd that had grown eager with the death of the stag, "is that I shall never again take your presence for granted." His tone softened, and Serilda frowned. Never again? "I vow that every moment of your company shall be held as dear to me as god-spun gold, as precious as fleeting mortal lives. I vow that even with an eternity to have you by my side, I shall never tire of seeing your eyes cast in moonlight and your lips kissed by the sun. With you at my side, I can never feel lost, never feel loneliness, never feel the endless agony of a life without purpose. With you at my side, I am complete, and I dedicate all my life to loving and completing you.
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Marissa Meyer (Cursed (Gilded, #2))
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She froze, bracing one hand against the wall.
Gild stared up at her, clutching a bundle of fabric in his arms. His sleeves were pushed up past his elbows, and she could see lines of red welts where the gold chains had wrapped around him. There was tension in his shoulders. His expression was too careful, too wary.
She wanted to rush into his arms, but they did not open to her.
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she found words. “I was coming to free you.”
His jaw tensed, but a second later, his gaze softened. “I was starting to make a bit of a ruckus. Moaning. Chain-rattling. Typical poltergeist stuff. They finally got tired of listening to me and brought me down around sunset.”
She eased down the steps. A finger reached for one of the marks on his forearm, but he flinched away.
She pulled back. “How did they do it?”
“Cornered me outside the tower,” he said. “They had the chains around me before I knew what was happening. I’ve never had to worry about that before. Being…trapped like that.”
“I’m so sorry, Gild. If it wasn’t for me—”
“You didn’t do this to me,” he interrupted sharply.
“But the gold—”
“I made the gold. I designed my own prison. How’s that for torture?” He looked briefly like he wanted to smile but couldn’t quite figure out how.
“But if I’d told the truth…at anytime, if I’d just told the truth, rather than asking you to spin the gold, too keep coming back, to keep helping me—”
“Then you would be dead.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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With a wail of fury, the prince raised his sword and began to charge the villain, but in that same moment, the Erlking fired an arrow tipped in pure gold.
The prince screamed. He dropped the sword and fell to his knees, cradling his arm. The arrow had not gone completely through but remained lodged in his wrist.
With a snarl, he looked up and staggered back to his feet. “You should have aimed to kill,” he told the Erlking.
But the villain merely smiled. “I do not want you dead. I want you to suffer. As I will continue to suffer for the rest of time.”
The prince claimed the sword with his other hand. But when he went again to charge for the Erlking—something tugged on his arm, holding him in place. He looked down at the bloodied arrow shaft trapped in his limb.
The Erlking rose from the throne. Black magic sparked in the air between them.
“That arrow now tethers you to this castle,” he said. “Your spirit no longer belongs to the confines of your mortal body, but will be forever trapped within these walls. From this day into eternity, your soul belongs to me.” The Erlking lifted his hands and darkness cloaked the castle, spreading through the throne room and out to every corner of the forsaken place. “I lay claim to all of this. To you family’s history, your beloved name—and I curse it all. The world will forget you. Your name will be burned from the pages of history. Not even you will remember the love you might have known. Dear prince, you will be forever alone, tormented until the end of time—just as you’ve left me. And you will never understand why. Let this be your fate, until your name, forgotten by all, should be spoken once more.
”
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Marissa Meyer (Gilded (Gilded, #1))
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I thundered hot water into the big tub, setting up McGee's Handy Home Treatment for Melancholy. A deep hot bath, and a strong cold drink, and a book on the tub rack. Who needs the Megrims? Surely not McGee, not that big brown loose-jointed, wirehaired beach rambler, that lazy fishcatching, girlwatching, grey-eyed iconoclastic hustler. Stay happy, McGee, while you use up the stockpiled cash. Borrow a Junior from Meyer for the sake of coziness. Or get dressed and go over to the next doc, over to the big Wheeler where the Alabama Tiger maintains his permanent floating house party and join the festive pack. Do anything, but stop remembering the way Sam Taggart looks with all the wandering burned out of him. Stop remembering the sly shy way Nicki would walk toward you, across a room. Stop remembering the way Lois died. Get in there and have fun, fella. While there's fun to have. While there's some left. Before they deal you out.
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John D. MacDonald (A Deadly Shade of Gold (Travis McGee #5))
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18The wall was built of jasper; and the city was pure gold, transparent like clear crystal. [1 Kin 6:30] 19The foundation stones of the wall of the city were adorned with every kind of precious stone. The first foundation stone was jasper; the second, sapphire; the third, chalcedony; the fourth, emerald; [Ex 28:17–20; Is 54:11, 12] 20the fifth, sardonyx; the sixth, sardius; the seventh, chrysolite (yellow topaz); the eighth, beryl; the ninth, topaz; the tenth, chrysoprase; the eleventh, jacinth; the twelfth, amethyst. 21And the twelve gates were twelve pearls; each separate gate was of one single pearl. And the street (broad way) of the city was pure gold, like transparent crystal. 22I saw no temple in it, for the Lord God Almighty [the Omnipotent, the Ruler of all] and the Lamb are its temple. 23And the city has no need of the sun nor of the moon to
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Joyce Meyer (Battlefield of the Mind Bible: Renew Your Mind Through the Power of God's Word)
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POTENTIAL IS A PRICELESS TREASURE, LIKE GOLD. ALL OF US HAVE GOLD HIDDEN WITHIN, BUT WE HAVE TO DIG TO GET IT OUT.
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Joyce Meyer (A Leader in the Making: Essentials to Being a Leader After God's Own Heart)
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People are like the mining industry, he remarked. You remove layer upon layer of rubble to unearth just one nugget of gold. Every person has one, even the most unlikely or difficult person imaginable. For many, their nugget of gold is never discovered. But when you take the time to search for it, find it and nurture it, you will be successful, and that person will bloom into their full potential.
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Heyneke Meyer (7 - My Notes on Leadership and Life)
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Though “The Gold-Bug” sold over 300,000 copies, he earned no more than the hundred-dollar prize money. He was paid only nine dollars for the endlessly reprinted “Raven.” He never found another job after 1845 and, without a regular place to publish, wrote—and earned—less.
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Jeffrey Meyers (Edgar Allan Poe: His Life and Legacy)
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Trump, has purportedly already signed his resignation letter, as he, under pressure from the New York Jewish mob, wasn’t allowed to sign the RV-agreement with General Dunford as the Chinese Elders had required; necessary for the implementation of the gold standard. His upcoming
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Peter B. Meyer (The Great Awakening: An Enlightening Analysis About What Is Wrong In Our Society)
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Bitgold, is a new gold storage and transfer payment service. It’s a secure mobile payment service, that enables users to pay their bills in gold.
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Peter B. Meyer (The Great Awakening: An Enlightening Analysis About What Is Wrong In Our Society)
“
Arguably the first concrete example of “national socialism” in practice was the Cercle Proudhon in France in 1911, a study group designed to “unite nationalists and left-wing anti-democrats” around an offensive against “Jewish capitalism.” It was the creation of Georges Valois, a former militant of Charles Maurras’s Action Française who broke away from his master in order to concentrate more actively on converting the working class from Marxist internationalism to the nation. It proved too early, however, to rally more than a few intellectuals and journalists to Valois’s “triumph of heroic values over the ignoble bourgeois materialism in which Europe is now stifling . . . [and] . . . the awakening of Force and Blood against Gold.”
The term national socialism seems to have been invented by the French nationalist author Maurice Barrès, who described the aristocratic adventurer the Marquis de Morès in 1896 as the “first national socialist.” Morès, after failing as a cattle rancher in North Dakota, returned to Paris in the early 1890s and organized a band of anti-Semitic toughs who attacked Jewish shops and offices. As a cattleman, Morès found his recruits among slaughterhouse workers in Paris, to whom he appealed with a mixture of anticapitalism and anti-Semitic nationalism.80 His squads wore the cowboy garb and ten-gallon hats that the marquis had discovered in the American West, which thus predate black and brown shirts (by a modest stretch of the imagination) as the first fascist uniform. Morès killed a popular Jewish officer, Captain Armand Meyer, in a duel early in the Dreyfus Affair, and was himself killed by his Touareg guides in the Sahara in 1896 on an expedition to “unite France to Islam and to Spain.”81 “Life is valuable only through action,” he had proclaimed. “So much the worse if the action is mortal.
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Robert O. Paxton