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You're pale and you're cold, and you reek like steel.
I don't much care for all this talk of God washing away all my dirt. I like a bit of grit around the edges. It gives me character and does a passable job of faking depth, from a distance.
Hardness shatters; strength endures.
I'm really tough. It's a state of mind.
A sneer is the weapon of the weak.
I talk slicker than a pimp from Augusta who just had his linen suit dry-cleaned
Please don't use the word tough. People might get the impression that I don't care. And I do care, very deeply. Resilient, I think.
I'm pissed like this rutting beast can't conceive - I'm a lifetime of pissed, of strong, of muscle built over bruise, I'm slick with power and feel the fight as it changes ...
As it flows ...
... Everything into place, perfect, and I finally do what I was born to do.
I slay.
Aint nuttin' but a peanut.
Fear is shiny. Ruthless in the eyes.
Badass.'" My grandfather sampled the flavor of the word. It did not seem to revolt him, but it was nothing he needed ever to sample again.
We got together in a few days a company of the toughest old salts imaginable
not pretty to look at, but fellows, by their faces, of the most indomitable spirit.
If I don't love you, baby, grits ain't groceries.
Smooth, but not a criminal.
She was tough in the best sense of the word. She'd taken blows, the disappointments, and had worked her way through them. Some people, he knew, would have buckled under, found a clutch, or given up. But she had carved a place for herself and made it work.
I define "grindin'" as just nonstop work! Nonstop work, nonstop progress. Can't sleep during that grind - I mean, you get a little bit of it, but if you're progressin' at every hour, every second, you are grindin'.
When I eat biscuits, I also eat grits.
Your angry and jealous and in the mood to do some forceful dentistry
If you got the grits, serve 'em!
Gentle. Which people see as weak.
Seemed to myself to be dull, boring, inadequate, thick brained, unlit, unresponsive, chill skinned, bloodless, and sparrow drab.
Shined, combed, brushed and gorgeous
I'm a grinder. I'll beat you because I will not sleep.
First in violence, deepest in dirt, lawless, unlovely, ill-smelling, irreverent, new; an overgrown gawk of a - village, the "tough" among cities, a spectacle for the nation.
The word that came to me now was "defiant." Because a person had to be defiant to be able to stand amid the wreckage of her life and instead of shaking a fist, pick up a hammer.
Sacredness grew like a pearl, sometimes around the most unlikely bits of grit.
No crust so tough as the grudged bread of dependence.
Rank, rump-fed harpy.
Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain.
Prickly
When I'm feeling
porcupine-y,
I get nasty,
I get whiny.
Stay away or
I might stick you.
My sharp words are
quills to prick you.
And there's another thing, too - it don't hurt when you chip me about it. Thick-skinned and tenderhearted, that's my mixture.
Occasionally, in times of worry, I've longed to be stylish, but on second thought I say no-just let me be myself-and express rough, yet true things with rough workmanship.
I've got an adjective that just fits you.
I was like stone - strong, resilient, unwavering. He was the wind - wild, harsh, unpredictable. He had the power to wear me down, slowly yet surely. And finally he had worn me down.
Frightfully pale and perpetually odd
Carlton was a blade; sharp and hard and well built.
Fierce as a wolverine, calm as still water.
I am very tenacious.
I suppose there is a lot of toughness in me.
Plain as a pike-staff.
Jaded. I never understood the term. Jade is pretty and worth something, yes? I was rusted if I was anything. Too long in the rain. Going out in an orange blaze of muted, anonymous, common-as-dirt oxidation.
A very scurvy fellow.
Sometimes sassy, a little bit nasty but always classy.
Of the two 'True Grits,' the John Wayne version one is better.
He's slicker than a bald-tired semi on a mile of wet asphalt
The desperate resilience,the annoyed flamboyance;his personable passivity and his phobic aggressiveness; all trapped in the clever wrinkles of his fingers, the hard unsociable cast of his knuckles, the safe hopelessness of the pads.
I'm not slick. I'm not polished. I think my strength is in reacting.
A Stone Crow's axe is always sharp, and Shagga's axes are sharpest of all. Once I cut off a man's head, but he did not know it until he tried to brush his hair. Then it fell off." "Is that why you never brush yours?" The Stone Crows roared and stamped their feet, Shagga hooting loudest of all.
Some of ya'll SAY you be grinding but ... you don't really know how to GRIND!!
We talk a lot here about grit and self-control. The kids know what those words mean
Meaning to ask, where'd all them scratches come from? Lookin like you had yourself a knife fight with a dwarf, aye?
Whether life grinds a man down or polishes him depends on what he's made of.
To be gentle, tolerant, wise and reasonable requires a goodly portion of toughness.
I'm sharp. What the street taught me how to do is how to hustle. How to make something out of nothing.
I've always been tenacious.
His father, that austere, unfeeling and untutored man, had insisted his sons polish their boots every evening. Flett has learned to be grateful for this early discipline. It kept him breathing as a boy, provided a pulse, gave order to vast incomprehension. Later he found other ways.
looked like a toothless walnut.
The very nastiest and coarsest, I can't tell you. It is not grief, not dullness, but much worse. It is as if all that was good in me had hidden itself, and only what is horrid remains.
Life is rough so you gotta be tough.
I'm bred for farm work, and for such folk, the only A's you get come from effort. Strife and strain are all the world can offer, and they temper you into something unbreakable because Lord knows they'll try
without let up
to break you.
The race may be rough and tough, hard and hash, rude and crude, but only the pure and tough comes out clean and victorious
like an angry diamond,
God's mills grind slow, But they grind woe.
Sharp. Intense. Powerful. Intoxicating.
Just like Killian.
Damn it all.
Before she could stop herself, Sadie took an involuntary step back.
Killian countered, taking one step closer, and his lips tilted into a lopsided grin.
Shit on a stick.
How annoying.
Aggressive, tough and defiant may describe me, but that leaves the impression I'm mean and I'm not. People expect me to have fangs.
We're a rough people, born of oak, as they say, here in the western land; tempers run high, weapons are always at hand.
Ruthless. That's my girl.
Filthy, mucky tools: filthy, mucky work. Clean, beautiful tools: clean, beautiful work.
Calm as still water. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine.
A face that looked like it had been whittled out of driftwood.
That's my girl. Tough as cotton balls." "Oh, shut up." A
Tougher'n a boiled owl.
Sweet as sugar, hard as ice. Hurt me once, I'll kill you twice.
He's not a rough diamond - a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic; he's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.
Needy knife-grinder! whither are ye going? Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order; Bleak blows the blast-your hat has got a hole in it. So have your breeches.
Grind the faces of the poor.
I am like a huge rough stone ... and the only polishing I get is when some corner gets rubbed off by coming in contact with something else, striking with accelerated force ... thus I will become a smooth and polished shaft in the quiver of the Almightly.
As you watch the Gary Condit interview, three words come to mind: stiff, unbending and impenetrable. And that's just his hair.
The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!
There was something in him, lighter than ego but darker than insecurity, that needed constant buffing, polishing, waxing.
Pretty was hardly the word. With her fierce curled lips, black eyes and clean angry bones she must have stood out in her graduating class like a chicken hawk in a flock of pullets.
Ambition like a liquid ruby stains.
aborigine, angry, beautiful, fiery, fearless, remorseless and untouchable, overly
I'm tough in the sense that I believe as strongly in what I'm doing as anybody else believes in what they are doing.
Strong in all the Broken Places
That's my girl. Tough as cotton balls.
There are some lives duller Than dusty glass
My girlishness has sharp teeth.
He was always smoothing and polishing himself, and in the end he became blunt before he was sharp.
You're like a dull knife, just ain't cuttin', just talkin' loud and saying nothing
defiant, and her words have rough, girlish hope. The
Steady of heart and stout of hand.
Unstoppable soul, determined spirit.
One tough son of a bitch,
I've never known a man worth his salt who, in the long run, deep down in his heart, didn't appreciate the grind, the discipline
Adversity refined as like gold.
I'm strong, I'm tough, I still wear my eyeliner.
There's steel in this man that no one has taken the temper out of ...
I'm a dogged person. I respond to adversity with a steely resistance.