I was kind of bored playing drums in a band. Which was depressing, because playing in the band was kind of a golden ticket.
Whoever cultivates the golden mean avoids both the poverty of a hovel and the envy of a palace.
Many find ourselves in this strange consumerist entertainment bubble where celebrities have become the golden cows of our time that we love to worship and destroy.
Happy the man who, like Ulysses, has made a fine voyage, or has won the Golden Fleece, and then returns, experienced and knowledgeable, to spend the rest of his life among his family.
The appeal of the Golden Age heroes for me is their simplicity, even their naivety – they represent the fundamental building blocks of the whole superhero genre, whether it’s a ‘super’ man able to lift cars, or a vigilante who terrorises criminals at night like Batman.
I abhor discrimination. The way I was raised was like most Hoosiers, with the golden rule, that you should do unto others what you’d have them do unto you.
Pirates almost never sailed with women. Just four or five are known to have worked as pirates during the Golden Age. Two of them – Mary Read and Anne Bonny – became famous, dressing as men and fighting alongside one of the most celebrated of all pirate captains, ‘Calico’ Jack Rackham.
Who cares about the Golden Boot? I want the golden cup.
To me, it’s about the Golden Rule, really at the end of the day. Treating people as you want to be treated. I just don’t feel like it’s that hard to do. It’s not that much to ask of someone to treat everyone with the respect they would want to be treated with. No matter what you look like or where you’re from.
Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone to present at the Golden Globes, come home, whipped the dress off and read to my daughter wearing gazillion-dollar earrings. That’s how it goes in my house, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Once the Supreme Court in 1973 decided that infanticide could be legal, it not only ended America’s ‘inalienable right to life,’ it threw the Golden Rule right off the shores of this continent.
I am a very spiritual person and love travelling to religious places. I go to the Golden Temple, Tirupati Balaji and Vaishno Devi every year.
I was born in the Golden West, reared in the arms of the Church, deluged with saints to draw from, and suckled on Italian art: my slates were covered from end to end with portraits of Savonarola, Fra Angelico, and Wild Bill and Sitting Bull; I knew all equally well and admired them about alike.
The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.
I learned a lesson I couldn’t get from Harvard. I’m not no media darling. I’m not the golden boy; not that I ever was.
You can’t just sit there and wait for people to give you that golden dream. You’ve got to get out there and make it happen for yourself.
It is better for you to be free of fear lying upon a pallet, than to have a golden couch and a rich table and be full of trouble.
Joining ‘ER,’ I felt like that kid who got the golden ticket in ‘Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.’ I’ve been offered chocolate bars all these years, but there had been no golden ticket. Just the stomachache that was called ‘Jake in Progress.’
The golden age is before us, not behind us.
God doesn’t seek for golden vessels, and does not ask for silver ones, but He must have clean ones.
I’m the son of a vet and grew up with golden retrievers. Dogs have always loomed large in our lives but labradors have the nicest personalities: kind, loyal and caring.
We live by the golden rule: Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.
Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.
It’s OK to sit in the Golden Globe room and look around and think, ‘Oh, Helen Mirren’s a loser tonight, so is Nicole Kidman. Meryl Streep lost tonight. Jessica Lange didn’t win.’ If you’re gonna be in the company of losers, that’s the company to be in.
We don’t control Canelo or Golden Boy.
While Democrats may never adopt the policies of Ronald Reagan, they should follow his golden rule of politics closely. Reagan adamantly instructed his party members to never publicly criticize another Republican.
There’s no point stepping up to the golden platform if you’re going to repeat yourself.
My favorite parable for living a positive and influential life is the Golden Rule: ‘Do unto others what you would have them do unto you.’
At my first Golden Globes, I met people I was very much enamored by: Julianne Moore, Meryl Streep, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. It was surreal to see them in person.
‘Silver Linings’ has proved a golden opportunity for me.
The goose that lays the golden eggs likes to lay where there are eggs already.
One of my earliest jobs drawing was ‘Wonder Woman: Our Worlds At War,’ with Phil Jimenez, which was a really cool jaunt through her history. I got to draw this two-page spread that was set in the Golden Age.
I could live in a house in the sky with a golden car and have a billion dollars in the bank, and I’d still have a chip on my shoulder. When I feel slighted, I hold on to that. It’s a good thing.
Sunday brunch, or any-morning brunch, is better with warm, golden waffles. Crisp and light and scented with vanilla, waffles are the shape of a perfect breakfast, cupping pools of melted butter and maple for a lavish start to the day.
Unlike leftover pasta, leftover risotto is viewed by Italians as a gift. Cooks shape it into balls or stuff it with a pinch of stewed meat or cheese. Then they bread and deep-fry the fritters until golden brown, yielding arancini, the indulgent ‘little oranges’ I can never resist.
I wasn’t born with a golden spoon in my mouth. It was a really tough life.
It was a really empowering thing playing with Golden State, because they let the players play and they let the players communicate and they let the players decide things.
Earlier we used to enjoy films for 25 weeks, Silver jubilee, and Golden jubilee; but now it takes only 3 days to recover the cost.
I love the perspective afforded by having lived five decades, a degree of bemused and muted calm, a relief from the insistent demands of a turbulent ego and rampant ambition. I’d love to stay here forever. But something tells me that 50 is a sunny idyll, a temporary state of grace, a golden afternoon.
Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good.
We live in the golden age of character actors – in an age when actors who have done their time in character roles are frequently asked to carry dark movies and complicated television dramas.
There are two golden rules for an orchestra: start together and finish together. The public doesn’t give a damn what goes on in between.
I’ve been told there’s a special golden shelf, in the secret vault kept at the back of every bookstore in America, that contains the Bible, ‘War and Peace,’ and ‘Driving Mr. Albert.’
Not far from our house, and opposite the old church with the golden cross, stood a large building, even larger than the church, and having many towers.
Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.
Looking back at my life’s voyage, I can only say that it has been a golden trip.
Nothing could be lovelier than running across the Golden Gate Bridge in the middle of the fog.
Great players don’t always make great managers, but I hope a golden generation of fantastic players’ knowledge is not going to be lost when they surely have something to offer as coaches.
God doesn’t seek for golden vessels, and does not ask for silver ones, but He must have clean ones.
I call my golden retriever Cara my ‘white wolf.’ She’s changed my attitude and made me write this book where the wolf is the hero, not the villain.
Many architects say that they will never do a bridge. But I think they will discover that just as Fallingwater is a piece of art, so Golden Gate is a piece of art of the 20th century.
I think the height of ridiculousness was when I was playing Elizabeth in ‘The Golden Age’ while preparing to start shooting ‘I’m Not There.’ I literally finished filming Elizabethan grandeur on Friday, flew to Montreal, and started being Bob Dylan on Monday.
Contrary to current cynicism about past golden ages, the abstraction known as ‘the intelligent layperson’ does exist – in the form of millions of folks with a passionate commitment to continuous learning.
Business people get many undeserved prizes – golden parachutes and bonuses even when companies fail. I don’t think people should get rewarded for screwing up.
Let everyone regulate his conduct… by the golden rule of doing to others as in similar circumstances we would have them do to us, and the path of duty will be clear before him.
It’s like, once you’ve seen Tom Hanks win the Golden Globes, the Oscars, you’ve seen his wife, what kind of car he drives, when you watch his movies, you can’t fully get really lost in them.
I feel like I’ve been given the golden ticket to success and there’s no way I can mess it up.
