Gilded Quote by Donna Tartt

“—if a painting really works down in your heart and changes the way you see, and think, and feel, you don’t think, ‘oh, I…

— Donna Tartt

The highest perfection of politeness is only a beautiful edifice, built, from the base to the dome, of ungraceful and gilded forms of charitable…

— Mark Twain

Ambition is a gilded misery, a secret poison, a hidden plague, the engineer of deceit, the mother of hypocrisy, the parent of envy, the…

— Thomas Brooks

The clothes that fire up my emotions are colorful and 'different' pieces. My eye still picks out gilded-cloque glamour from among Burberry's streamlined trench…

— Suzy Menkes

I tried to be a good wife, but I was lost in my gilded cage.

— Margaret Trudeau

Theres something unique about the United States, a sense of individual rights and freedoms, and a sense of social and civic responsibility that we…

— George Hickenlooper

Oft has good nature been the fool's defence, And honest meaning gilded want of sense.

— William Shenstone

All that glitters is not gold; Often have you heard that told: Many a man his life has sold But my outside to behold:…

— William Shakespeare

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly rising o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth…

— Thomas Gray

The gilded sheath of pity sometimes covers the dagger of envy.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

“I’m not your gilded prince with the gilded chairs, Letty,” Geoff said simply. “I couldn’t be if I tried.” “I wouldn’t want you to…

— Lauren Willig

“Have you not sometimes noted, When we unlock some long-disuséd room With heavy dust and soiling mildew filled, Where never foot of man has…

— Oscar Wilde

Sometimes I'm dazzled by how modern and fabulous we are, and how easy everything can be for us; that's the gilded glow of technology,…

— Susan Orlean

In the later nineteenth century, the tops of skyscrapers often took the shape of domes, surmounted by jaunty gilded lanterns; later came ziggurats, mausoleums,…

— Brendan Gill

Holland is a dream, Monsieur, a dream of gold and smoke-smokier by day, more gilded by night. And night and day that dream is…

— Albert Camus