Quotes on Iron

O you beast! _x000D_ _x000D_ I'll so maul you and your toasting-iron, _x000D_ _x000D_ That you shall think the devil is come from hell.

What is drawing? It is working oneself through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do.

Most of the grand truths of God have to be learned by trouble; they must be burned into us with the hot iron of affliction, otherwise we shall not truly receive them.

No mirror ever became iron again; _x000D_ _x000D_ No bread ever became wheat; _x000D_ _x000D_ No ripened grape ever became sour fruit. _x000D_ _x000D_ Mature yourself and be secure from a change for the worse. _x000D_ _x000D_ Become the light.

He has sat on the fence so long that the iron has entered his soul.

Debt, grinding debt, whose iron face the widow, the orphan, and the sons of genius fear and hate; debt, which consumes so much time, which so cripples and disheartens a great spirit with cares that seem so base, is a preceptor whose lessons cannot be foregone, and is needed most by those who suffer from it most.

You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;_x000D_ _x000D_ But yet you draw not iron, for my heart_x000D_ _x000D_ Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw,_x000D_ _x000D_ And I shall have no power to follow you.

To say prayers in a decent, delicate way is not heavy work. But to pray really, to pray till hell feels the ponderous stroke, to pray till the iron gates of difficulty are opened, till the mountains of obstacles are removed, till the mists are exhaled and the clouds are lifted, and the sunshine of a cloudless day brightens-this is hard work, but it is God's work, and man's best labor.

Life is not as idle ore,_x000D_ _x000D_ But iron dug from central gloom,_x000D_ _x000D_ And heated hot with burning fears,_x000D_ _x000D_ And dipt in baths of hissing tears,_x000D_ _x000D_ And batter'd with the shocks of doom,_x000D_ _x000D_ To shape and use.

Nor stony tower, nor walls of beaten brass,_x000D_ _x000D_ Nor airless dungeon, nor strong links of iron,_x000D_ _x000D_ Can be retentive to the strength of spirit;_x000D_ _x000D_ But life, being weary of these worldly bars,_x000D_ _x000D_ Never lacks power to dismiss itself.

Tell them I came, and no one answered, That I kept my word," he said. Never the least stir made the listeners, Though every word he spake Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house From the one man left awake: Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup, And the sound of iron on stone, And how the silence surged softly backward, When the plunging hoofs were gone.

No iron chain, or outward force of any kind, can ever compel the soul of a person to believe or to disbelieve.

The iron chain and the silken cord are both equally bonds.

At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.

It was the time of year, the time of day, for a small insistent sadness to pass into the texture of things. Dusk, silence, iron chill. Something lonely in the bone.

When one watches some tired hack on the platform mechanically repeating the familiar phrases - bestial atrocities, iron heel, blood-stained tyranny, free peoples of the world, stand shoulder to shoulder - one often has a curious feeling that one is not watching a live human being but some kind of dummy, the appropriate noises are coming out of his larynx, but his brain is not involved

The iron tongue of Midnight hath told twelve lovers, to bed; 'tis almost fairy time. I fear we shall outstep the coming morn as much as we this night over-watch'd.

You know, I'm the only one in this family who has no problems, . . . And you know why? Because any time I'm feeling blue, or puzzled , what I do, I just invite a few people to come visit me in the bathroom, and--well, we iron things out together, that's all.

Free as air; that's what they say- "free as air". Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

A sense is what has the power of receiving into itself the sensible forms of things without the matter, in the way in which a piece of wax takes on the impress of a signet-ring without the iron or gold.