Lost in pearls

I was sorting out my jewelry box and I took few pictures. Later on I wanted to find a quote to attach to the pictures and I must say, there are so many lovely sayings about precious stones that it was hard to choose only one! If you have a favorite jewelry quote, do share with me, please! Enjoy!

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Do not judge from mere appearances; for the lift laughter that bubbles on the lip often mantles over the depths of sadness, and the serious look may be the sober veil that covers a divine peace and joy. The bosom can ache beneath diamond brooches; and many a blithe heart dances under coarse wool. ~Edwin Hubbel Chapin

Guard well your spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds. Discard them and their value will never be known. Improve them and they will become the brightest gems in a useful life. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

If wisdom and diamonds grew on the same tree we could soon tell how much men loved wisdom. ~Lemuel K. Washburn

Gold cannot be pure, and people cannot be perfect. ~Chinese Proverb

Mysterious opals contain the wonders of the skies – sparkling rainbows, fireworks, and lightning, shifting and moving in their depths. ~Author Unknown

The most precious jewels are not made of stone, but of flesh. ~Robert Ludlum

Sparks of pink tourmaline, green jade, amethyst, and blue sapphire flash through the cloud of my being, like shooting stars in a cobalt sky. I shed the pyrite, lead, hematite, the heavy, the dross. Lost in a whisper of indigo dreams, like a gray sparrow feather – I  float through Eternity, a fragile-strong willow-wisp of joy. ~ Jamie Dedes

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“Lost in pearls” by Blaga Todorova

“Rainbows” by Blaga Todorova

“Sterling” by Blaga Todorova


© 2012  Broken Sparkles




She wanted to dance, just one last time,
to grab the violin strings of Libertango,
the triumph and the spice of breaking dawn.

If only he was here, with last summer hand in hand.
If only the blue eyes could strike the crying fragrance.
The rest is all in vain, colorless and in pain.

Two steps back, high heels and the dress black.
Two steps ahead and a grip to make her sway.
Dancing tango, steps and pyre, their tango.

Slaves of the rhythm so known,
he will close the embrace, she will lead the chase,
flowing vigor and the ground walking drizzle.

She would seduce him, let all shields down,
he would follow the breath, let her rest on his chest,
and the music will veil the faces once pale.

On and off beats, on and off bodies,
wrapped legs, arms like arrows,
flash on silky lips in a horizontal move at eclipse.

And the crowd, hearts and lives on pause,
staring eyes, filling caves, stealing grace,
striving riots of somber days with hail.


“Tango” by Tatiannna on DeviantArt


© 2011  Broken Sparkles