A rusted nail, placed near the faithful compass, Will sway it from the truth, and wreck the argosy. — Walter Scott Copy Share Image
“The world is like a machine, there is no extra parts so your are meant to do something, even if you are… — Brian Selznick Copy Share Image
Oh I used to be disgusted and now I try to be amused. But since their wings have got rusted, you know,… — Elvis Costello Copy Share Image
“When was the last time she had trusted God, really rusted Him, without reservations, without a backup plan or a safety net?” — Kara Isaac Copy Share Image
Sometimes when you think something is shiny and gold, it tends to be rusted and bronze, but that's just the way it… — Henry Cejudo Copy Share Image
“I am made from the creaking beams and rusted nails of a lonely vessel on a lonely sea. I am covered and… — Tyler Knott Gregson Copy Share Image
“Outside in the yard, the rusted tractors and car bodies, the harvester combs and the sheets of corrugated iron, the motors and… — Paddy O'Reilly Copy Share Image
“everything wooden swells and shrinks, and the nails in everything wooden, the floors and baseboards and window casings, the nails inch out… — Chuck Palahniuk Copy Share Image
“Jaded. I never understood the term. Jade is pretty and worth something, yes? I was rusted if I was anything. Too long… — Trebor Healey Copy Share Image
“The cook, the gardener, and the guard stayed behind the main house in a cold-water shack with a rusted roof, like a… — Jeffrey Gettleman Copy Share Image
“When the door starts to creak it may be time to take it off the hinges. If things get rusted, life has… — Erik Pevernagie Copy Share Image
“He’s like an old clock the won’t tell time but won’t stop neither with the hands bend out of shape and the… — Ken Kesey Copy Share Image
“Hey, honey,” I greeted. “What’s up?” “His filthy, rusted, beat up, in desperate need of a trade up truck is still in… — Kristen Ashley Copy Share Image
“Hey, Zee,” I said. “I take it that you can fix it, but it’ll be miserable, and you’d rather haul it to… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
“They were not a family anymore. They were strangers. Tied together by chains, but they had rusted, and there was no hope… — Callie Hunter Copy Share Image
I can't write on the road. I have to be home. I have to be around all those rusted tractors and dilapidated… — John Fullbright Copy Share Image
