Quotes About Malleable

There comes with old age a time when the heart is no longer fusible or malleable, and must retain the form in which it has cooled down. 'He that is unjust, let him be unjust still; he which is filthy, let him be filthy still.

The minds of young people are pliable and elastic, and easily accommodate themselves to any one they fall in with.

Be master of your own thought which drives strength, not slave of emotion which makes you malleable to break at any point.

Así con la playa vacía, las olas se vuelven imponentes, son ellas solas las que gobiernan el paisaje. En ese sentido me reconozco lamentablemente dócil, maleable. Veo ese mar implacable y desolado, tan orgulloso de su espuma y de su coraje, apenas mancillado por gaviotas ingenuas, casi irreales, y de inmediato me refugio en una irresponsable admiración.

if our rights are not unalienable, if they don't come from a source higher than ourselves, then they're malleable at the will of the state. This is a prescription for tyranny.

Turner was like a pencil. He bent around that pitch!

Te dije que todo es relativo, todo es temporal y todo es mudable. Y que siempre, siempre, tenemos la oportunidad de cambiar.

The clay or putty-like material stays soft and malleable enough to do so many, many times. In his infinite wisdom, God manufactured the self-image of similar material, so it remains malleable throughout our entire lives. No one is ever too old, too jaded, too frightened, or too traumatized to "wet the clay" and begin remaking it as they imagine and desire.

But the point is still valid: human relations are malleable, and if a person has the appropriate skills their rules can be transformed. But

the robbers could have been drunk, or alienated beyond the reach of reason, and then he might have been seriously hurt. But the point is still valid: human relations are malleable, and if a person has the appropriate skills their rules can be transformed.

People without memory are putty.

God is Change, and in the end, God prevails. But there's hope in understanding the nature of God—not punishing or jealous, but infinitely malleable. There's comfort in realizing that everyone and everything yields to God. There's power in knowing that God can be focused, diverted, shaped by anyone at all. But there's no power in having strength and brains, and yet waiting for God to fix things for you or take revenge for you. You know that.

Why the clay?" "That is also what I am," Vashet said. "Only that which bends can teach.