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Don't waste the Earth - It is our Jewel!
— Gemstone
Don't waste the Earth - It is our Jewel!
I look upon you as a gem of the old rock.
All the breath and the bloom of the year in the bag of one bee: Breath and bloom, shade and shine, — wonder, wealth, and — how far above them —
If solid happiness we prize,Within our breast this jewel lies.
God can find a soul of beauty Are found by miners dark in earth.
Self-respect without the respect of others is like a jewel which will not stand the daylight.
The earth, he'd say, is just a big machine. A big processing plant. A factory. That's your big answer. The big truth. Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones.
Our world hangs like a magnificent jewel in the vastness of space. Every one of us is a part of that jewel. A facet of that jewel. And in the perspective of infinity, our differences are infinitesimal.
Sweet are the uses of adversity;Wears yet a precious jewel in his head.
Son of man, take up a lamentation upon the king of Tyrus, and say unto him, Thus saith the Lord GOD; Thou sealest up the sum, full of wisdom, and perfect in beauty. Thou hast been in Eden the garden of God; every precious stone was thy covering, the sardius, topaz, and the diamond, the beryl, the onyx, and the jasper, the sapphire, the emerald, and the carbuncle, and gold: the workmanship of thy tabrets and of thy pipes was prepared in thee in the day that thou wast created.
A gift is as a precious stone in the eyes of him that hath it.
You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace.
How beautiful your sandaled feet, O prince’s daughter! Your graceful legs are like jewels, the work of an artist’s hands.
