The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
(That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
My life had taken a stranger turn than I could've ever imagined. What was I doing on this path? Where was I… — Kami Garcia Copy Share Image
Alas! What boots it with uncessant care To tend the homely slighted Shepherd's trade, And strictly meditate the thankless muse; Were it… — John Milton Copy Share Image
The finished product is not finished when the actor is. The work is completed by a pair of shears. — Josef von Sternberg Copy Share Image
It is no disparagement to the garden to say it will not fence and weed itself, nor prune its own fruit trees,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We're left with so little to go on. Only the present is full enough to seem complete, and even that is an… — Ivan Vladislavic Copy Share Image
A good shepherd shears his flock, not flays them. [Lat., Boni pastoris est tondere pecus non deglubere.] — Suetonius Copy Share Image
But I don't feel sad about it. Because Mother is dead. And because Mr. Shears isn't around anymore. So I would be… — Mark Haddon Copy Share Image
“Then he smiled. It was the first time I’d seen him smile, and it threw me. It was kind of…awesome. He spoke:… — Adrienne Kress Copy Share Image
Men can't be trusted with pruning shears any more than they can be trusted with the grocery money in a delicatessen .… — Phyllis McGinley Copy Share Image
Spring, / you are a pinking shears: you cut / fresh edges on the world. — Erica Jong Copy Share Image
As I search the archives of my memory I seem to discern six types or methods [of judicial writing] which divide themselves… — Benjamin Cardozo Copy Share Image
And sing to those that hold the vital shears; And turn the adamantine spindle round, On which the fate of gods and… — John Milton Copy Share Image
I am not kind, I cut people off as with shears and I drop them like nettles. — Edna O'Brien Copy Share Image
