This world is not a platform where you will hear Thalberg-piano-playing. It is a piano manufactory, where are dust and shavings and… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
It's funny: I always imagined when I was a kid that adults had some kind of inner toolbox full of shiny tools:… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. God went… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Her voice was as rough as sandpaper. As long as Blomkvist lived, he would never forget her face as she went on… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Usability methods are like sandpapering a chair. If you are making a chair, the sandpaper can make it smoother. But no amount… — Alan Cooper Copy Share Image
By the way, for those who are listening, I absolutely define - I have a face for radio. Unfortunately, I've got a… — Frank Luntz Copy Share Image
God went out of me as if the sea dried up like sandpaper, as if the sun became a latrine. — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image
Everything is mediated. Everything is influenced by its maker. And happily, right? I'm so happy everyone leaves fingerprints on things whether they… — Laurel Nakadate Copy Share Image
I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Sometimes, God uses difficult people, like sandpaper, to rub the rough edges off us. — Joel Osteen Copy Share Image
And what are you doing here, Nicholas? Decided to watch me sleep?" "Yes," said Nick, and bowed is head over his sword… — Sarah Rees Brennan Copy Share Image
I have found it is surprisingly difficult to remain sad when a cat is doing its level best to sandpaper one's cheeks. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You cover Q-tips with sandpaper and ram them up your nostrils as far as they will go. Then you sniff talcum powder… — Herb Caen Copy Share Image
I went to a strict elementary school with nuns, and uniforms that I'm pretty sure were made out of sandpaper. It was… — Zosia Mamet Copy Share Image
Certainly something had happened to me during the night. Or after months of tension I had arrived at the edge of some… — Elena Ferrante Copy Share Image
Suffering is the sandpaper of our incarnation. It does its work of shaping us. — Ram Dass Copy Share Image
