Quotes About Stone

If you have time today, so let's show you some strange stone.

In theory, especially in the case of Stone, those who have human hearts would remain cognizant of their behavior and in control of themselves. Those who are Katagaria . . .

For the age of the voice is over and we in the age of the written mark. The word on stone, the word on parchment, the word on cloth, the word that is even greater than the glyph, for the word provoke a sound in the mouth.

Stone waited there in groundling form, his opaque expression somehow conveying a deep disgust with all of them, but especially Moon.

They spotted another ruin in the late afternoon, this one just a huge, partial circle of metal standing on its side, mounted in a stone base, with weather-worn designs embossed into what was left of the rim.

His sonnet no. 152 uses the metaphor of sculpture for salvation: 'By what we take away, lady, we give to a rugged mountain stone/A figure that can live? And which grows greater when the stone grows less.' Here was the fascination with sculpture as an act of discovery within a piece of marble: by chipping away, the figure was slowly revealed.

Therefore no one who sees the iconoclasts raging thus against wood and stone should doubt that there is a spirit hidden in them which is death-dealing, not life-giving, and which at the first opportunity will also kill men, just as some of them have begun to teach.

Hudson's house. It was bungalow style with a stone façade

In mid-life the man wants to see how irresistible he still is to younger women. How they turn their hearts to stone and more or less commit a murder of their marriage I just don't know, but they do.

The coachman led his wretched horses into the courtyard, and piloted the vehicle to the principal doorway of the house, a great mansion of gray stone, with several long ranges of windows, many of which were dimly lighted, and looked out like the pale eyes of weary watchers upon the darkness of the night.

Encircling all this was a ring of flame, the holiness of God, my Mother, blazing everywhere. Our abbot and prior preached that God was above all things, and yet my vision told me that God was in all things, alive inside every stone and leaf. A white cloud, filled with light, opened and a voice began to sing. I am the breeze that nurtures everything green and growing, that urges the blossoms to flourish, the fruits to ripen. I am the dew that makes the grasses laugh with the joy of life.

If the sculptor uses stone and if the road builder also uses stone, the first uses it in a way that it is not used, consumed, negated by usage, but affirmed, revealed in its obscurity, as a road that leads only to itself.

Because the gliding search of our life Is lacking in one quality, amusement, We shall often return To evenings, men, and walls of stone.

an Evolution strange two Tongues touch exchange a Feast unknown to stone or tree or beast

I strained to hear a voice from that stone, or grave, as if beneath it were hidden the secret of life and death. I sat on the cliff's edge, above the endless forests and crags and listened to the snakelike hissing of the mountain wind, in a twofold wasteland of loneliness and nonexistence, like the ancient corpse under the slab.

Devon wore the face of a stone Artemis.

lingering over her name, polishing it like a smooth stone in his mouth, I knew suddenly and completely that this man had a relationship with my cousin that I did

He held up the ring and the light from the rising sun caught the stone and Froi thought he had never seen anything so beautiful. It was the ring that had given him a life he could never have imagined. It was all things magnificent about Lumatere.

Back there our sun doesn't speak. -Where's "there," Miss Marta? -Back there, in Europe. Here, it's different. Here, the sun moans, whispers, shouts. -Surely-I commented delicately-the sun is always the same. - You're wrong. There, the sun is a stone. Here it's a fruit.

Osso é mais igual que pedra.

The open spaces are almost too raw to take in — lidless eyes of blackwater flashes, caribou moss sodden and spongy as a lung. It's as if the landscape's insides are all on the surface. Exposed stone cracked by millennia of frost, fractures that weren't properly set leaving a permanent hitch in the country's gait. Even as you walk its naked spine you can feel the island limping away from you. TRANSTRÖMER ON BRIMSTONE HEAD 1.

The open spaces are almost too raw to take in — lidless eyes of blackwater flashes, caribou moss sodden and spongy as a lung. It's as if the landscape's insides are all on the surface. Exposed stone cracked by millennia of frost, fractures that weren't properly set leaving a permanent hitch in the country's gait. Even as you walk its naked spine you can feel the island limping away from you.

Look at it this way, that way, face the thing squarely. Could some fool in a laboratory, he'd asked his assistants, Blow up the world with this? You could pay dearly For probing too deeply into that dark resistance Where light lay coiled in stone. He

Clarent and Excalibur. Together. Yesterday, he had held them in his hands and watched as the two swords had fused together to create a single stone sword. Even from across the room, Dee could feel the power radiating from the object in long slow waves.