Quotes About Grain

What grain of dust can be easier carried by your life's emptiness wind than the knowledge?

Any good parody takes a grain of truth and exaggerates it for the big screen. People ask me if I'm offended at all and I say not in the least.

The most harmful lies and the most hurtful, always contain a grain of truth, " he said. "But nevertheless, lies they do remain.

lot of that money went to big grain producers. The same Republican senators from farm states who said they abhorred government spending of almost any sort became radical socialists when the conversation turned to handouts to big grain producers. "The money follows the political power of the constituencies

The same Republican senators from farm states who said they abhorred government spending of almost any sort became radical socialists when the conversation turned to handouts to big grain producers.

Bouncing a sitting president requires conscious action, a national decision to redirect the country's course. This cuts against the grain, and that's why incumbents have a natural advantage.

Love's too precious to be lost, A little grain shall not be spilt.

Artists are losing the choice to use film. People have a love for it - the grain, how it feels, the texture.

In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.

The Gentle Mother." In Ramasu's soft voice it sounded like a curse. "They took a goddess with a scythe in her hand, striding the rows of grain, and turned her to present the self of a housebound creature.

July 1788, a series of catastrophic weather events had sent hail storms across the plains of Beauce, the grain elevator of France at the time.

The most important issues are the recovery and removal of oil seeds, oil cake, and only then the removal of grain.

I did not know that mankind were suffering for want of gold. I have seen a little of it. I know that it is very malleable, but not so malleable as wit. A grain of gold will gild a great surface, but not so much as a grain of wisdom.

One must be entirely sensitive to the structure of the material that one is handling. One must yield to it in tiny details of execution, perhaps the handling of the surface or grain, and one must master it as a whole.

Barley, where it succeeds, yields a larger weight of feed per acre than any other small grain crop.

I'm the rebel totally going against the grain. I always want to do the extreme. I want to get as many people looking as possible.

pile, I started to see the golden kernels everywhere, ground into the mud by tires and boots, floating in the puddles of rainwater, pancaked on the steel rails. Most of this grain is destined for factory farms and processing plants, so no one worries much about keeping it particularly clean. Even so, it was hard not to register something deeply amiss in the sight of so much food lying around on the wet ground.

Anathema didn't only believe in ley-lines, but in seals, whales, bicycles, rainforests, whole grain in loaves, recycled paper, white South Africans out of South Africa, and Americans out of practically everywhere down to and including Long Island. She didn't compartmentalize her beliefs. They were welded into one enormous, seamless belief, compared with which that held by Joan of Arc seemed a mere idle notion.

know the flow of the grain. The pattern of wyrd represented by this tree is visible in the grain and you must work within it.

See in the mind's eye wind blowing chaff on ancient threshing floors when men with fans toss up the trodden sheaves, and yellow-haired Demeter, puff by puff, divides the chaff and grain: how all day long in bleaching sun strawpiles grow white: so white grew those Akhaian figures in the dustcloud churned to the brazen sky by horses' hooves as chariots intermingled, as the drivers turned and turned—carrying their hands high and forward gallantly despite fatigue.

As on the sacred threshing floor wind blows the chaff, while men stand winnowing the crop, when Demeter, with her golden hair, separates the grain from the chaff in the rushing breeze, and piles of chaff grow whiter, so then Achaean troops grew white, covered with dust stirred up by horses hooves.

mountainside and destroyed the hut in which the grain was

We all have a grain of god in us. We do get opportunities to realize it, when moments in life demand selfless deeds of compassion from us. But we often squander them.

The Bouwerie as the Dutch once called it, was a country road surrounded by grain fields, gardens and wildflowers. A retreat for well-heeled New Yorkers in the summer, the Bowery was far less populated in the winters.