Quotes About Steel

The anger of a meek man is like fire struck out of steel, hard to be got out, and when it is, soon gone.

Should the soul vanish from the earth, the motors would stop, because that is the power which keeps them going—not the oil under the floor under her feet, the oil that would then become primeval ooze again—not the steel cylinders that would become stains of rust on the walls of the caves of shivering savages—the power of a living mind—the power of thought and choice and purpose.

Why had she always felt that joyous sense of confidence when looking at machines?—she thought. In these giant shapes, two aspects pertaining to the inhuman were radiantly absent: the causeless and the purposeless. Every part of the motors was an embodied answer to "Why?" and "What for?"—like the steps of a life-course chosen by the sort of mind she worshipped. The motors were a moral code cast in steel.

gathered into the single will of pressure, that a shaft of steel

The obstinate practicality of old women pierces and fortifies these families like the steel rods buried in walls of powdery concrete.

Tim stared at the steel rod in the gloved hand. Is that a magic wand? The Covenant Man appeared to consider. I suppose so. Although it started life as the gearshift of a Dodge Dart, America's economy car, young Tim. What's America? A kingdom filled with toy-loving idiots. It has no part in our palaver.

Even the package of attributes that we call modernity was a result not of some inherent sociological process, a move out of tradition, but of a vicious geopolitical competition in which a state had to match the other great powers in modern steel production, modern militaries, and a modern, mass-based political system

As far as I could see, there weren't any fiber-optic sensors buried in the ground next to the perimeter fence. That would have been outrageously costly. Unnecessary, too. Instead, the facility was protected by a twelve-foot chain-link fence, six-gauge galvanized steel—extremely difficult to cut through—and topped by coils of razor wire.

His paternal tone irked me no end, and that helped to steel my resolve. I couldn't sell out the the Sixers.

The Smith and Wesson was stainless steel, as opposed to black. Easy to see in the dark. I could also hear him pull back the hammer. You do that on a revolver, not a semiautomatic." "And the Beretta?" "I can't be sure of the exact make, but it had a floating barrel in the style of Beretta." "As

Trump built Trump Tower using mob concrete, not Bethlehem steel.

We are a generation of settlers, and without the steel helmet and gun barrel, we shall not be able to plant a tree or build a house.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

ALANG, INDIA [I stand on the shore with Ajay Shah, looking out at the rusting wrecks of once-proud ships. Since the government does not possess the funds to remove them and because both time and the elements have made their steel next to useless, they remain silent memorials to the carnage this beach once witnessed.]

He motions to what looks like a sharpened steel paddle at his side.] "Pouwhenua"—got it from a Maori brother who used to play for the All Blacks before the war. Bad motherfuckers, the Maori. That battle at One Tree Hill, five hundred of them versus half of reanimated Auckland.

The crumbs blow free down the pointless sea To the beat of a cakey heart And the sensitive steel of the knife can feel That love is a race apart In the speed of the lingering light are blown The crumbs to the hake above, And the tropical air vibrates to the drone Of a cake in the throes of love.

Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it.

go to sleep content, but my final thought is of Resistance. I will wake up with it tomorrow. Already I am steeling myself.

Sweet steel! Come forth from out of your sheath, And glist'ning, speak your powers; Rip up the organs of my breath, And draw my blood in showers! I strike! It quivers in that heart Which drives me to this end; I draw and kiss the bloody dart, My last—my only friend!

What irony. This great ship that carried all their fates upon her steel and rivets sailed like a compeer under him, half-blind with a limp.

I felt more comfortable in TV than in the film world where the players were more erudite and intellectual.

Night smelt the way Havoc's songs sounded. It smelt of steel and rushlights and the marsh welcoming a misstep and anger souring like old blood.

The shirts were buttoned low enough that their gray chest hair jutted out like steel wool.

How could I share with you how I felt when two towers that I loved, two pieces of steel and glass and concrete fell down, when actually they took with them thousands of human lives? That is the actual tragedy. But those towers were almost human for me. I was in love with them, and that's why I married them with a tight rope.