POTS IN THE PAN WATCH ME BREAK THE STICK PULL UP TO THE KITCHEN WITH THAT STRONG ARM MAGIC STICK J HIT THE DOOR, AND THEY CALLIN' ME YOUR MAJESTY HIT THE HIGHWAY WITH 50 BRICKS AND A SPANISH BITCH WHIPPIN' A BRICK WHIPPIN' A WHIPPIN' A BRICK WHIPPIN' A BRICK WHIPPIN' A BRICK WHIPPIN' A WHIPPIN' A BRICK WHIPPIN' A BRICK
Mike Will Made-It
In a word, learning is decontextualized. We break ideas down into tiny pieces that bear no relation to the whole. We give students a brick of information, followed by another brick, followed by another brick, until they are graduated, at which point we assume they have a house. What they have is a pile of bricks, and they don't have it for long.
One of his private vanities was that all the garbage sorting had endowed his hands with killing strength-that he could chop a brick in half like Bruce Lee. 'So let's get a brick, ' replied a girl with whom he had once, injudiciously, shared this conviction. Abdul had bumbled away. The brick belief was something he wanted to harbor, not to test.
Time is in itself [not] a difficulty, but a time-rate, assumed on very insufficient grounds, is used as a master-key, whether or not it fits, to unravel all difficulties. What if it were suggested that the brick-built Pyramid of Hawara had been laid brick by brick by a single workman? Given time, this would not be beyond the bounds of possibility. But Nature, like the Pharaohs, had greater forces at her command to do the work better and more expeditiously than is admitted by Uniformitarians.
The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don't want it badly enough. They're there to stop the other people.
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that's why we call it the present. If I am not for myself, who will be for me? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And If not now, when? A brick alone is nothing but a brick. It takes a collection of bricks to build a house. Instructor, what?? You mean you teach best what you most need to learn
This London City, with all of its houses, palaces, steam-engines, cathedrals, and huge immeasurable traffic an tumult, what is it but a Thought, but millions of Thoughts made into One-a huge immeasurable Spirit of a Thought, embodied in brick, in iron, smoke, dust, Palaces, Parliaments, Hackney Coaches, Katherine Docks, and the rest of it! Not a brick was made but some man had to think of the making of that brick.
I would say if you have a dream - and whether that is you want to be some sort of artist, or you want to start a start-up or a business, anything that very much feels like it's uniquely yours and you may not be able to get traction going through traditional channels - the way to do it is to build it brick by brick on your own in microsteps.
YELLOW BRICK ROAD TURNS BLUE YOU SAY THAT SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW, THERE'S A STAR THAT YOU'VE BEEN WISHIN' ON. WELL IS THE GRASS REALLY THAT MUCH GREENER, THAN HERE WHERE YOU BELONG? I HOPE THAT YOU FIND WHAT YOU'RE AFTER, AND I HOPE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE, JUST REMEMBER I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE, WHEN YOUR YELLOW BRICK ROAD TURNS BLUE. YOU SAY THAT YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLE, TELLIN' ME WHY YOU CAN'T STAY. IT'S NOT THAT YOU DON'T REALLY LOVE ME, IT'S JUST THE WINDS OF CHANGE ARE BLOWIN' YOUR WAY. I KNOW THERE'S A ROAD THAT YOU MUST FOLLOW, BUT MY HEART WON'T GIVE UP ON YOU. SO REMEMBER I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE, WHEN YOUR YELLOW BRICK ROAD TURNS BLUE. SOMEWHERE, FAR AWAY, YOU THINK YOU'LL FIND YOUR DREAMS, BUT SOMETIMES THAT OLE POT OF GOLD, ISN'T ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS. SO IF YOU EVER FIND YOURSELF LONELY, AND THINGS DON'T WORK OUT LIKE YOU PLANNED. YOU'LL KNOW THERE'S A PLACE TO COME HOME TO, AND THAT I WILL ALWAYS UNDERSTAND. I HOPE THAT YOU FIND WHAT YOU'RE AFTER. I HOPE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE... JUST REMEMBER, I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE, WHEN YOUR YELLOW BRICK ROAD TURNS BLUE. JUST REMEMBER, I'LL ALWAYS BE HERE, WHEN YOUR YELLOW BRICK ROAD TURNS BLUE...
There was a new simplicity to what I did, a door that had opened before me to worlds I had not imagined. From where I sat, if you watched carefully you could marvel at it, like the impossible birth of a cottonseed or the slow rise of a wooden house: the steady construction of a man, built brick by brick from the shadow of a boy.
I found the brick-making process fascinating - how, after being burnt, the brick would come out strong. I liked to sit on the stack of bricks and look as far as I could. I'd do the same at a hillock near my school - just sit on top at leisure and enjoy the feeling of being on top of the world.
We create the illusions we need to go on. And one day, when they no longer dazzle or comfort, we tear them down, brick by glittering brick, until we are left with nothing but the bright light of honesty. The light is liberating. Necessary. Terrifying. We stand naked and emptied before it. And when it is too much for our eyes to take, we build a new illusion to shield us from its relentless truth.
At Halicarnassus , the house of that most potent king Mausolus, though decorated throughout with Proconnesian marble, has walls built of brick which are to this day of extraordinary strength, and are covered with stucco so highly polished that they seem to be as glistening as glass. That king did not use brick from poverty; for he was choke-full of revenues, being ruler of all Caria .
Marcus Vitruvius Pollio
When I was a kid, we actually lived in a house that had been divided in two at one point, which meant that one room in our house opened up onto a brick wall. And I was convinced all I had to do was just open it the right way and it wouldn't be a brick wall. So I'd sidle over to the door and I'd pull it open.
So one day he found her crying Coiled up on the dirty ground Her prince finally came to save her & the rest you can figure out But it was a trick & the clock struck twelve Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick or the wolf's gonna blow it down Keep your feet on the ground When your head's in the clouds
Dimension stone, flint, rubble, burnt or unburnt brick, use them as you find them. For it is not every neighborhood or particular locality that can have a wall built of burnt brick like that at Babylon , where there was plenty of asphalt to take the place of lime and sand, and yet possibly each may be provided with materials of equal usefulness so that out of them a faultless wall may be built to last forever.
Marcus Vitruvius Pollio
WHIPPIN' A BRICK, WHIPPIN' A WHIPPIN' A BRICK I'M TRYNA BREAK THE STICK TAKIN' YO BITCH, MAKIN' HER COOK UP A BRICK I'M TRYNA WORK THE BITCH MY NIGGAS GO CRAZY FOR BABIES I PULL UP IN DROP MERCEDES GOT BIGGIE VERSACE LENS ON BUT NAW MY EYES AIN'T LAZY MY NIGGAS GO CRAZY FOR CHECKS WHIPPIN' I'M MAKIN' HER SWEAT YOUNG NIGGA I STAY WITH THE TEC I PULL UP IN ROVERS AND JAGS MY NIGGA KEEP MAVS JUST LIKE A CADET I'M GIVIN' THE MOLLY TO HANNAH MONTANA I'M POURIN' THE LEAN IN MY TROPICANA YO BITCH BOUGHT ME A PANAMERA CAUSE HER WHIP GAME IS SO SPECIAL
Mike Will Made-It
No man should think that peace comes easily. Peace does not come by merely wanting it, or shouting for it, or marching down Main Street for it. Peace is built brick by brick, mortared by the stubborn effort and the total energy and imagination of able and dedicated men. And it is built in the living faith that, in the end, man can and will master his own destiny.
Lyndon B. Johnson
Combining these two ancient teachings (yoga and vipassana) in a seamless manner, which will bring maximum benefits to the meditators, is not at all a challenge. It is just removal of some mental blocks. Ideally speaking, this combination should be done based on scientific, clinical and neurobiological studies and the combined structure should be made brick by brick, layer by layer in a flawless manner as a homogeneous composition.
There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem. But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years -- block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.
When Christian pushes into the brick wall of the building catty-corner to the rear of BB&B""first left on the Dark Zone side""and disappears, I melt down in a fit of the giggles. I toss a rock at the spot where he vanished. It bounces off the brick and clatters to the cobblestone. I'm feeling twenty shades of Harry Potter's train station, especially when he pokes his head out of the wall and says impatiently, "Come on, lass. This is hardly my favorite place to be.
Karen Marie Moning
That is very true for any walk of life and very true for my character in 'Prison Break' because he's a structural engineer. I did a little bit of reading about that. And structural engineering is the art and science of connectivity. The pieces of a building are all interdependent. My brother in the story is behind the wall and every brick in that wall represents the conspiracy that put him there. My job as his brother and as an engineer is to find that one brick and loosen it. And another and another and hopefully the whole thing will come down.
TWO DAYS BEFORE HIS MOM MOVED HIM TO A TRAILER PARK IN FLORIDA FROM A SUBURB IN MICHIGAN HE LEFT THE HOUSE HEADED FOR SOMEPLACE DOWNTOWN THINKING WHO NEEDS THEM, CUZ THEY BROUGHT ME DOWN OUT ON THE STREETS WORDS BURNING IN HIS BRAIN WITH HIS PULSE PUMPING JUST LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN, WONDERING WHAT HE HAS TO LOSE WHAT'S TO LOSE ANYHOW IF HE THROWS THIS ROCK WILL IT ALL BE SOLVED NOW THROW THE BRICK ONE MORE TIME THINKING OF THE PROBLEMS THAT I LEFT BEHIND THROW THE BRICK
Less Than Jake
What happened when you woke up?" "I was having a dream. I don't know what it was, but when I woke up, I had this awful realization that I was awake. It hit me like a brick in the groin." "Like a brick in the groin, I see." "I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare." "And what is that nightmare, Craig?" "Life." "Life is a nightmare." "Yes.
Writing is like a blind man building a stone house with a limited amount of space and time. Brick after brick, row after row, feeling his way round and round. Turning stones into walls, rooms and towers. Relentlessly searching for doorways and windows, frequently replacing a stone or two here and there for a tighter fit. Often taking out entire walls that just feel out of place and sometimes, sadly, removing entire rickety rooms.
Jack Henry Kraven
It was true what Jim said, this wasn't the end but the beginning. But the wars would end one day and Jim would come then, to the island they would share. One day surely the wars would end, and Jim would come home, if only to lie broken in MacMurrough's arms, he would come to his island home. And MacMurrough would have it built for him, brick by brick, washed by the rain and the reckless sea. In the living stream they'd swim a season. For maybe it was true that no man is an island: but he believed that two very well might be.
The problem when you are a strong, capable, self-confident person, is that more often than not, people think that you don't really need things like comfort, reassurance, loyalty and guidance. People are more likely to look at you and say, "She doesn't need this", "She doesn't need that", "She's already all of this and all of that". But then the truth is that most probably, you are a strong, capable, self-confident person because you built yourself brick-by-brick into that person; because you HAD to BECOME that person; because you had determination enough to make yourself into the image that you knew you needed to become. At the heart of many strong, confident people, is a heart most longing of the things that most others simply take for granted.
C. JoyBell C.
I have a feeling that we've seen the dismantling of civilisation, brick by brick, and now we're looking into the void. We thought that we were liberating people from oppressive cultural circumstances, but we were, in fact, taking something away from them. We were killing off civility and concern. We were undermining all those little ties of loyalty and consideration and affection that are necessary for human flourishing. We thought that tradition was bad, that it created hidebound societies, that it held people down. But, in fact, what tradition was doing all along was affirming community and the sense that we are members of one another. Do we really love and respect one another more in the absence of tradition and manners and all the rest? Or have we merely converted one another into moral strangers - making our countries nothing more than hotels for the convenience of guests who are required only to avoid stepping on the toes of other guests?
Alexander McCall Smith