Quotes About Grindstone

I do not know the difference between them, for the politics of the Yankees is a puzzle I cannot solve, study it as I may. But as far as seeing through a grindstone goes, I am afraid— Susan shook her head dubiously, that they are all tarred with the same brush.

The world is a grindstone and life is your nose

Experience is a grindstone; and it is lucky for us, if we can get brightened by it, and not ground.

Danger was the grindstone on which the swordsman whetted his spirit. Enemies were teachers in disguise.

Danger was the grindstone on which the swordsman whetted his spirit. Enemies were teachers in disguise.

In this fact, Dave explained, lies the origin of the phrase "nose to the grindstone": a scrupulous miller leans in frequently to smell his grindstone for signs of flour beginning to overheat. (So the saying does not signify hard work so much as attentiveness.)

The world is a grindstone and life is your nose.

The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away.

the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.

Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner!

In Secret II. The Grindstone III. The Shadow IV. Calm in Storm

The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the court-yard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.

Loadstone Rock Book the Third—the Track of a Storm I. In Secret II. The Grindstone III. The Shadow

Track of a Storm I. In Secret II. The Grindstone III. The Shadow IV. Calm in Storm

But his youthful fire was all composed of sparks from the grindstone; and as the sparks flew off, went out, and never warmed anything ...

America? said Gamesh, smiling. Roland, what's American to you? Or me, or those tens of thousands up in the the stands? It's just a word they use to keep your nose to the grindstone and your toes to the line. America is the opiate of the people.

Dianne is like a waterfall of spark pouring off a sharp iron edge that God is holding to the grindstone.