Stony Quotes

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Categories: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
if-we-know-where-we-want-to-go-then-even-stony-road-is-bearable
he-who-is-unable-to-dance-says-that-the-yard-is-stony
out-of-my-stony-griefs-bethel-i039ll-raise
gorgonised-me-from-head-to-foot-with-stony-british-stare-alfred-lord-tennyson
be-crumbled-so-wild-flowers-will-come-up-where-you-are-you-have-been-stony-for-too-many-years-try-something-different-surrender-rumi
milton-calls-university-a-stonyhearted-stepmother-augustine-birrell
when-their-judges-are-overthrown-in-stony-places-they-shall-hear-my-words-for-they-are-sweet
london-is-huge-stony-desert-even-boredom-feels-endless-there-sndor-mrai
and-these-are-they-likewise-which-are-sown-on-stony-ground-who-when-they-have-heard-the-word-immediately-receive-it-with-gladness
his-silent-stony-face-was-only-inches-away-now-he-was-near-terribly-near-then-he-moved-to-close-last-bit-distance-robert-thier
caveat-emptor-is-only-motto-going-worst-proverb-that-ever-came-from-dishonest-stonyhearted-rome-anthony-trollope
but-he-that-received-the-seed-into-stony-places-the-same-is-he-that-heareth-the-word-and-anon-with-joy-receiveth-it
charlotte-bronte-had-thought-every-maneuver-for-circumventing-those-stony-obstructions-wives-who-would-not-remove-themselves-elizabeth-hardwick
let-no-one-underestimate-need-pity-we-live-in-stony-universe-whose-hard-brilliant-forces-rage-fiercely
what-does-good-ship-bear-well-the-cocoanut-with-its-stony-shell-and-milky-sap-its-inner-cell-john-greenleaf-whittier
i-didnt-cry-much-after-i-was-35-but-staggered-stony-faced-into-middle-age-handkerchief-still-in-my-bag-just-in-case
with-loves-light-wings-did-i-operch-this-walls-for-stony-limits-cannot-hold-love-out-romeo
and-from-first-declension-fleshi-learnt-mans-tongue-to-twist-shapes-thoughtsinto-stony-idiom-brain-dylan-thomas
for-our-path-in-life-is-stony-rugged-now-it-rests-with-us-to-smooth-it-we-must-fight-our-way-onward-we-must-be-brave-there-are-obstacles-to-be-met-we-must-meet-crush-them-charles
god-dropped-spark-down-into-everyone-and-if-we-find-fan-it-to-blaze-itll-spring-up-glow-likelike-sun-and-light-wandering-out-stony-ways-john-masefield
i-have-seen-flowers-come-in-stony-places-and-kind-things-done-by-men-with-ugly-faces-and-gold-cup-won-by-worst-horse-at-races-so-i-trust-too-john-masefield
so-i-write-mainly-for-fun-it-hell-it-duty-it-i-enjoy-writing-will-probably-be-scribbler-on-my-dying-day-sprawled-on-some-stony-trail-halfway-edward-abbey
now-i-know-that-twenty-centuries-stony-sleep-were-vexed-to-nightmare-by-rocking-cradle-and-what-rough-beast-its-hour-come-round-at-last-slouches-william-butler-yeats
i-have-seen-flowers-come-in-stony-placesand-kind-things-done-by-men-with-ugly-facesand-gold-cup-won-by-worst-horse-at-racesso-i-trust-too-john-masefield
the-stony-silence-death-trapped-by-original-gravity-our-sins-perpetuity-long-leisurely-yawn-world-where-blood-bone-no-longer-matter-brian-dambrosio
and-some-fell-on-stony-ground-where-it-had-not-much-earth-and-immediately-it-sprang-up-because-it-had-no-depth-of-earth
some-fell-upon-stony-places-where-they-had-not-much-earth-and-forthwith-they-sprung-up-because-they-had-no-deepness-of-earth
if-i-had-wings-swan-over-these-stony-hills-i-would-fly-i-would-fly-to-arms-my-true-love-there-id-be-happy-to-die-susan-price
secrets-silent-stony-sit-in-dark-palaces-both-our-hearts-secrets-weary-their-tyranny-tyrants-willing-to-be-dethroned-james-joyce
sylvi-wished-she-could-gouge-out-look-in-dorogins-stony-eyes-change-course-history-she-wished-fthoom-had-been-eaten-by-sea-monster-robin-mckinley
while-stony-bones-world-tore-past-air-grew-dark-howling-the-last-thing-he-saw-as-gulley-became-torrent-dust-rock-was-jeep-plucked-backwards-into-space-l-ashley-straker
he-lay-in-his-stony-crypt-like-his-own-corpse-hardly-breathing-his-heart-hardly-beating-yet-lived-as-intensively-dissolutely-as-ever-rake-had-lived-in-wide-world-outside-patrick-
it-was-hard-to-speed-male-child-up-stony-heights-erudition-but-it-was-harder-still-to-check-female-child-at-crucial-point-keep-her-tottering-agnes-repplier
topsoil-is-place-digestion-it-sucks-chews-things-into-smaller-pieces-when-its-hungry-it-turns-grey-stony-when-its-thirsty-it-opens-thousands-cracked-lips-subsoil-is-more-skeletal
her-endless-futile-attempts-to-make-her-feelings-known-fell-on-stony-ground-slowly-she-retreated-into-darkness-where-her-dreams-became-reality-reality-faded-into-deep-recesses-he
for-stony-limits-cannot-hold-love-outand-what-love-can-do-that-dares-love-attempt-william-shakespeare
i-love-her-passionately-with-morbid-intensity-madly-as-one-can-only-love-woman-who-never-responds-to-our-love-with-anything-but-eternally-uniform-eternally-calm-stony-smile-leopo
It was my teacher's genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful. It was because she seized the right moment to impart knowledge that made it so pleasant and acceptable to me. She realized that a child's mind is like a shallow brook which ripples and dances merrily over the stony course of its education and reflects here a flower, there a bush, yonder a fleecy cloud; and she attempted to guide my mind on its way, knowing that like a brook it should be fed by mountain streams and hidden springs, until it broadened out into a deep river, capable of reflecting in its placid surface, billowy hills, the luminous shadows of trees and the blue heavens, as well as the sweet face of a little flower. Any teacher can take a child to the classroom, but not every teacher can make him learn. He will not work joyously unless he feels that liberty is his, whether he is busy or at rest; he must feel the flush of victory and the heart-sinking of disappointment before he takes with a will the tasks distasteful to him and resolves to dance his way bravely through a dull routine of textbooks. My teacher is so near to me that I scarcely think of myself apart from her. How much of my delight in all beautiful things is innate, and how much is due to her influence, I can never tell. I feel that her being is inseparable from my own, and that the footsteps of my life are in hers. All the best of me belongs to her-there is not a talent, or an aspiration or a joy in me that has not been awakened by her loving touch.

Helen Keller
it-was-my-teachers-genius-her-quick-sympathy-her-loving-tact-which-made-first-years-my-education-beautiful-it-was-because-she-seized-right-moment-to-impart-knowledge-that-made-it
Were you there?' She shook her head. 'No. I was here in Nain having a child.' 'Then why do you weep as though you had part in his crucifixion? You had no part in it.' 'I'd like nothing better than to think I would have remained faithful. But if those closest to him-his disciples, his own brothers-turned away, who am I to think I'm better than they and would have done differently? No, Marcus. We all wanted what we wanted, and when the Lord fulfilled his purpose rather than ours, we struck out against him. Like you. In anger. Like you. In disappointment. Yet, it is God's will that prevails.' He looked away. 'I don't understand any of this.' 'I know you don't. I see it in your face, Marcus. You don't want to see. You've hardened your heart against him.' She started to walk again. 'As should all who value their lives, ' he said, thinking of Hadassah's death. 'It is God who has driven you here.' He gave a derisive laugh. 'I came here of my own accord and for my own purposes.' 'Did you?' Marcus' face became stony. Deborah pressed on. 'We were all created incomplete and will find no rest until we satisfy the deepest hunger and thirst within us. You've tried to satisfy it in your own way. I see that in your eyes, too, as I've seen it in so many others. And yet, though you deny it with your last breath, your soul yearns for God, Marcus Lucianus Valerian.' Her words angered him. 'Gods aside, Rome shows the world that life is what man makes of it.' 'If that's so, what are you making of yours?' 'I own a fleet of ships, as well as emporiums and houses. I have wealth.' Yet, even as he told her, he knew it all meant nothing. His father had come to that realization just before he died. Vanity. It was all vanity. Meaningless. Empty. Old Deborah paused on the pathway. 'Rome points the way to wealth and pleasure, power and knowledge. But Rome remains hungry. Just as you are hungry now. Search all you will for retribution or meaning to your life, but until you find God, you live in vain.

Francine Rivers
were-you-there-she-shook-her-head-no-i-was-here-in-nain-having-child-then-why-do-you-weep-as-though-you-had-part-in-his-crucifixion-you-had-no-part-in-it-id-like-nothing-better-t
If you cannot understand my argument, and declare "It's Greek to me", you are quoting Shakespeare; if you claim to be more sinned against than sinning, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you recall your salad days, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you act more in sorrow than in anger; if your wish is farther to the thought; if your lost property has vanished into thin air, you are quoting Shakespeare; if you have ever refused to budge an inch or suffered from green-eyed jealousy, if you have played fast and loose, if you have been tongue-tied, a tower of strength, hoodwinked or in a pickle, if you have knitted your brows, made a virtue of necessity, insisted on fair play, slept not one wink, stood on ceremony, danced attendance (on your lord and master), laughed yourself into stitches, had short shrift, cold comfort or too much of a good thing, if you have seen better days or lived in a fool's paradise -why, be that as it may, the more fool you , for it is a foregone conclusion that you are (as good luck would have it) quoting Shakespeare; if you think it is early days and clear out bag and baggage, if you think it is high time and that that is the long and short of it, if you believe that the game is up and that truth will out even if it involves your own flesh and blood, if you lie low till the crack of doom because you suspect foul play, if you have your teeth set on edge (at one fell swoop) without rhyme or reason, then - to give the devil his due - if the truth were known (for surely you have a tongue in your head) you are quoting Shakespeare; even if you bid me good riddance and send me packing, if you wish I was dead as a door-nail, if you think I am an eyesore, a laughing stock, the devil incarnate, a stony-hearted villain, bloody-minded or a blinking idiot, then - by Jove! O Lord! Tut tut! For goodness' sake! What the dickens! But me no buts! - it is all one to me, for you are quoting Shakespeare.

Bernard Levin
if-you-cannot-understand-my-argument-declare-its-greek-to-me-you-are-quoting-shakespeare-if-you-claim-to-be-more-sinned-against-than-sinning-you-are-quoting-shakespeare-if-you-re
When you are quite well enough to travel, Latimer, I shall take you home with me. The journey will amuse you and do you good, for I shall go through the Tyrol and Austria, and you will see many new places. Our neighbours, the Filmores, are come; Alfred will join us at Basle, and we shall all go together to Vienna, and back by Prague... ' My father was called away before he had finished his sentence, and he left my mind resting on the word Prague with a strange sense that a new and wondrous scene was breaking upon me: a city under the broad sunshine, that seemed to me as if it were summer sunshine of a long-past century arrested in its course-unrefreshed for ages by dews of night, or the rushing rain-cloud; scorching the dusty, weary, time-eaten grandeur of a people doomed to live on in the stale repetition of memories, like deposed and superannuated kings in their regal gold inwoven tatters. The city looked so thirsty that the broad river seemed to me a sheet of metal; and the blackened statues, as I passed under their blank gaze, along the unending bridge, with their ancient garments and their saintly crowns, seemed to me the real inhabitants and owners of this place, while the busy, trivial men and women, hurrying to and fro, were a swarm of ephemeral visitants infesting it for a day. It is such grim, stony beings as these, I thought, who are the fathers of ancient faded children, in those tanned time-fretted dwellings that crowd the steep before me; who pay their court in the worn and crumbling pomp of the palace which stretches its monotonous length on the height; who worship wearily in the stifling air of the churches, urged by no fear or hope, but compelled by their doom to be ever old and undying, to live on in the rigidity of habit, as they live on in perpetual midday, without the repose of night or the new birth of morning. A stunning clang of metal suddenly thrilled through me, and I became conscious of the objects in my room again: one of the fire-irons had fallen as Pierre opened the door to bring me my draught. My heart was palpitating violently, and I begged Pierre to leave my draught beside me; I would take it presently. ("The Lifted Veil")

George Eliot
when-you-are-quite-well-enough-to-travel-latimer-i-shall-take-you-home-with-me-the-journey-will-amuse-you-do-you-good-for-i-shall-go-through-tyrol-austria-you-will-see-many-new-p
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