Quotes About Stones

Star, that looked so long among the stones And picked from them, half iron and half dirt, One; and bent and put it to her lips And breathed upon it till at last it burned Uncertainly, among the stars its sisters— Breathe on me still, star, sister

My spirituality and my beliefs are way beyond any superstition - I'm not a conformist - and I do have a scientific outlook towards religion. Our body is made up of different elements, and certain stones help align these elements.

Los chinos, por su parte, aman también el jade, pero es que quizás seamos los orientales los últimos que sentimos fascinación por estos pedruscos de aspecto extrañamente turbio, en los que parece que haya cuajado un aire viejo, de siglos, piedras que encierran en lo más profundo un brillo opaco, como estancado.

Ideas and creeds are represented as unheeding stones as the ends of human longing.

In the brief silence, an antique clock ticked with a sound like stones falling off a ledge.

The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.

The smooth stones you pick up and examine under the moon's light have been made blue from the sea. Next morning when you pull them from your trouser pocket, they are still blue.

The Beatles were just the beginning of everything music could be, just like the Stones I was Rolling along like a ship lost out on the sea.

The magic begins in you. Feel your own energy, and realize similar energy exists within the Earth, stones, plants, water, wind, fire, colores, and animals.

As in nature, as in art, so in grace; it is rough treatment that gives souls, as well as stones, their luster.

Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.

Upon the brimming water among the stonesAre nine-and-fifty swans.

returning to the Brandt home but I agreed to give a hand. We arrived after lunch and found Lise at work loading a wheelbarrow with the smaller stones from the huge pile beside the shed. The flower bed itself was in the middle of the yard, positioned in a sunny area between deep pools of shade that lay beneath a couple of tall hackberry trees.

Stones are raw, they blunt my paw, but words will never hurt me.

He liked to collect rocks. That day, he had gathered one from near the path down Longevity Hill toward the water. It was a fine-grained piece of granite that he found under a mulberry tree. He took it from his pocket now and, as was his practice, he inscribed the time and place he had found it, in tiny characters, on the rock. He would add it to his collection, hundreds of stones neatly aligned on his shelves at home, so that he could remember

At Puuepa he erected the large heiau of Mookini, the stones for which were passed from hand-to-hand from Niulii, a distance of nine miles—a circumstance indicating the presence of a large population on Hawaii at that time. As it was one of the largest

I used to listen a lot to Rolling Stones records and play along with them when I was first starting. It's a good way to learn, jamming around basic music.

And it was a very, very fruitful and great relationship between the Stones and The Beatles. It was very, very friendly.

The stones themselves are thick with history, and those cats that dash through the alleyways must surely be the ghosts of the famous dead in feline disguise.

She had always been fond of history, and here [in Rome] was history in the stones of the street and the atoms of the sunshine.

The entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

Truth is the fulcrum of the lever, faith. Particular truths are so many polished stones, which faith builds into the wall of the spiritual temple.

I think it is the removal of the sun's influence that has made us mad; the sun is blocked that used years ago to scrape the unreal shadow from our brain. So I always make a field, and I plant sunflowers, and their shadows move gently in the snow, and I pick up the pieces of dull stones that once were thoughts in precipitate flight in a friction of fire, like shooting stars in the sky.

The next week, I brought my ten-year-old son, Theo, G. E. Smith, and George Stephanopoulos to watch the band rehearse the full show for the first time on the Voodoo Lounge stage to an empty stadium, sitting with the Stones' wives and their kids on blankets around the pitcher's mound. The all-time private show.