The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
There will be a rusty gun on the wall, sweetheart, The rifle grooves curling with flakes of rust. A spider will make… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
I do not think I exaggerate when I say that some of us put our offering in the plate with a kind… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death,… — Ludwig Borne Copy Share Image
What I absolutely want is to suggest that before it's anything else, redemption is God mending the bicycle of our souls; God… — Francis Spufford Copy Share Image
The leaf fall of his words, the stained glass hues of his moods, the rust in his voice, the smoke in his… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
Life's barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at. — Matthew McConaughey Copy Share Image
I've wanted to be a drummer since I was about five years old. I used to play on a bath salt container… — John Bonham Copy Share Image
Grim care, moroseness, anxiety-all this rust of life ought to be scoured off by the oil of mirth. Mirth is God's medicine. — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
I like rust on a nail, fog on a mountain. Clouds hide stars, rooms have doors, eyes close, and the same words… — David Ignatow Copy Share Image
whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Baltimore's often called the most northern Southern town. It has a distinct essence. It's definitely post-industrial, definitely Rust Belt, very working-class. I… — David Simon Copy Share Image
Rust, corrosion, wind, rain. The nibbling teeth of mice and the acrid droppings of insects and the devouring jaws of years. The… — Justin Cronin Copy Share Image
The friendship between me and you I will not compare to a chain; for that the rains might rust, or the falling… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes in its passage to scour away. It is… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
I was writing "Diamonds and Rust' and it had nothing to do with what it turned out to be. I don't remember… — Joan Baez Copy Share Image
