There were golden threads of good nature running through all of them always.

He could definitely feel the golden thread beneath it - that and the darkness beyond.

The king came and saw that it was covered with a blanket made of green golden threads on the ground.

He should have read the writing on the machine they gave him to spin the golden thread.

Each one was sewing with golden thread and silk, as best she could.

Leather and silver or golden thread are used for their manufacturing.

But through it all ran the golden thread of love.

The cloth was a soft brown with golden threads running through it.

So he turned his horses head and rode back beside the golden thread.

On the contrary, he said, "the struggle for justice runs through our history like a golden thread."