Quotes About Grinding

We are in the grip of some big machine grinding us along. The force of it simplifies everything. A weird calm settled over me from inside out. What is about to happen has stood in line to happen. All the roads out of that instant have been closed, one by one.

Jack felt a jolt. Then he heard a grinding sound. The ship was scraping against the mountain of ice.

It conjured up an image of fate, not blind at all but equipped with sentient 20/20 vision and intent on grinding helpless mortals between the great millstones of the universe to make some unknown bread.

Why don't you go grind some almonds?

He did his little daily task like a mill-horse, who goes round and round with his eyes bandaged, not knowing what work it is grinding out.

I'm usually out there grinding. You see a birdie go up on the board, and you're not thinking about how it affects the tournament because you're playing.

Anxiety in human life is what squeaking and grinding are in machinery that is not oiled. In life, trust is the oil.

My God . . . that grinding is a greeting. My arrival is honored with the honing of an axe

Because when we sit down day after day and keep grinding, something mysterious starts to happen. A process is set into motion by which, inevitably and infallibly, heaven comes to our aid. Unseen forces enlist in our cause; serendipity reinforces our purpose.

I'm an unwavering supporter of labor unions and understand that they are currently in a death struggle with corporate overlords grinding workers' rights under their tasseled Gucci loafers.

2012, I feel like I was still grinding. It was a good year for me, but that was my year breaking down the barriers. It was like my introduction.

His jowls full, Scarface allows his prey to escape, satisfied to continue grinding the two-thousand-pound bite of gristle and meat

I started gravitating towards Soundcloud. So, that was my hustle and then I met my manager Justin in 2012 and we were just grinding it out in New York.

She began by reminding me of the scriptural injunction that the ox grinding the corn must not be kept from enjoying the grain. Did I think God felt less about His human workers? Hadn't I better examine myself to be sure I was not nursing a Sacrificial Spirit? Wasn't I claiming to depend upon God, but living as if my needs would be met by my own scrimping?

The truth is, in day-to-day life, I'm just grinding like everyone else.

She's finished her cigarette but hasn't put it out properly, so it's still smoking in the ashtray. I crush mine into it, grinding until both stop burning.

Yet the grinding logic of austerity—passing on the bankers' bills to the people in the form of public sector layoffs, school closures, and the like—had not yet been normalized.

At this point, I'm just grinding through it, trying to establish strikes in the zone with my pitches, using some information the opposition gives me, and kind of moving forward in that regard.

I'm always just grinding and figuring out what adjustment I need to make and how to tweak my swing to where I want it to be for that game and that pitcher.

downers some people grind away making their unhappiness the ultimate factor of their existence until finally they are just automatically unhappy, their suspicious upset snarling selves grinding on and at and for and through their only relief being to meet another unhappy person or to create one.

Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; / Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.

Americans from other regions, she wrote, described them "as sly, grinding, selfish, and tricking. The Yankees… will avow these qualities themselves with a complacent smile, and boast that no people on earth can match them at over-reaching in a bargain." It was a curious kind of vanity, she observed; if you listened to a Yankee describe himself, "you might fancy him a god—though a tricky one.

Growing up, I was trying to make it in music. I was grinding, which is just what I loved doing. I didn't have nothing else to do. In my spare time, I'd record myself. Find a beat, pulling em up. Just making something and creating for me.

His disdain for those he robbed was of a different variety, akin to that of a child grinding his shoe on a cockroach.