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Solitude may rust your words.
Where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green ...
Metal rusts, music lasts forever.
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 toast to the weapons of war, may they rust in peace.
I am not made of steel. Rage. I...am made... of RAGE!!!!
Corrode, v.
I spent all this time building a relationship. Then one night I left the window open and it started to rust.
And thou my minde aspire to higher things;
Grow rich in that which never taketh rust.
Prefer diligence before idleness, unless you esteem rust above brightness.
The fact that iron rusts so readily is one of the great lousy breaks of chemistry, responsible for untold billions in costs every year.
Even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust.
If gold rust, what then will iron do?/ For if a priest be foul in whom we trust/ No wonder that a common man should rust ...
Worry is only rust on the blade.
The iron ring is worn out by constant use.
[Lat., Ferreus assiduo consumitur anulus usu.]
There is a polish for everything that takes away rust, and the polish for the heart is the remembrance of God.
It's better to be burnished with use than rusty with principle.
A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.
Lice consume grass, rust consumes iron, and lying the soul!
Waiting is the rust of the soul.
Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.
Tin-Tin in your rattle skin
Dumbed and worn down -
Flushed pink-salmon suffering.
The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.
Be careful to be gentle, lest in removing the rust, you break the whole instrument.
Idleness is to the human mind like rust to iron.
If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.
Dust webbed the window and the showtrays. Dust darkened the toiling fingers with their vulture nails. Dust slept on dull coils of bronze and silver, lozenges of cinnabar, on rubies, leprous and winedark stones.
Yowpee! I pulls my brandin' irons an' comes out a-bitin' the dust - a reg'lar Hoopalong Cassowary!
It is good here: rustle and snow-crunch ...
Ski tracks on the splendid finery
of the snow; a memory
that long ages ago
we passed here together.
Proud houses fall into decline and great cities pass into ruin. The stories of those things are lost to forgotten languages and moth-eaten scrolls. Vine and root grapple with the rune carved in stone, and rust carries away, fleck by fleck, the great gates of iron.
You think I hate you, but that's not true, Rusty, and if you ever actually lowered your hackles around me you'd realize that I only want to make sure you're safe.
Minds are like swords, I do fear. The old ones go to rust.
I would rather burn out than rust out.
As brightness is to rustiness, so labor excelleth idleness.
Only the rustle of those colours waving in the air, impenetrable, lighter than nothingness
Some men are like swords, made for fighting. Hang them and they go to rust.
stirs the fire below them with a steel pole; a
Rattle his bones
over the stones
its only a pauper
who nobody owns
As rust corrupts iron, so envy corrupts man.
And Rusty is a douche! And the wind in my hair smells like whoosh!"
Cade laughed, "Don't you mean sounds?"
"What sounds?"
"Nevermind," he chuckled
Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity, and in cold weather becomes frozen; even so does inaction sap the vigors of the mind.
Reader, pray that soon this Iron Age Will crumble, and Beauty escape the rusting cage.
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.
Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.
Beatle bones and smokin' stones the dry sands fall.
My streets, my cistern. My old house. Its beams, floorboards and staircase creaked slightly, almost imperceptibly, with a dry, uniform, almost constant cracking sound. What's wrong? Where does it hurt? It seemed to be complaining of aches in its bones, in its centuries-old joints.
Windows were broken. Where not broken they were boarded up, had been for years: the rust from nailheads had written long, sad farewells down the salt-silvered planks.
The sun is rising, a rusty color, the color of old blood, and I'm so
I got a golden handshake that nearly broke my arm
I left the ranks of shuffling graveyard people
I got rust upon my hands from the padlocked factory gates
Silent chimneys provide the silent steeples
Sieges weathered.
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
the skin like velvet over steel,
I've never let a rhinestone go unturned
Paying the iron price.
We need to work to keep from getting rusty.
The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
Iron turns red when it corrodes, and copper turns green. Meat turns to maggots, and thoughts turn to speech.
Chains of steel will rust with time. Chains of the heart will only grow stronger,
Removing Rust on Kitchen Items Items such as cutlery, knives will once in a while rust when left under damp conditions. To get rid of the rust, take a potato, cut it into half, then apply baking soda in the exposed part, and scrub on the rusty surface of the knife. This will
Everything there is but lovin' leaves a rust on your old soul
Steel is prince or pauper.
A pile of timber, remains of either a house or a ship, huddled like a frightened child, cradling a glint of metal in
They tire of quiet, that have known the storm
Labor is life! 'Tis the still water faileth;
Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth;
Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth.
He pulled his hand back, aware now that sweat beaded on his forehead and that Rale watched him, his eyes dark, intense. Errol licked his lips. Did he want a drink? He hadn't gone more than two days in a row without a drink since he was ... since ... Warrel ... the quarry ... stone.
And the days are all dust
and the only thing worse
than losing the trust
of a lover is finding the rust
in their kiss.
You are dark, even as the flints are. You must come to violent conflicts and make a noise in order to produce your sparks. But their disconnected flashes merely assist your pride, and not your clear vision.
Beneath the gold, the bitter steel.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long high snowdrifts in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Right. The Briars. Just a second, Princess. Hey, Rusty," he called, motioning to Ironhorse, who pinned back his ears, "why don't you walk ahead of us, huh? I want your big ugly ass where I can see it.
Tumble me down, and I will sit
Upon my ruines (smiling yet
Teare me to tatters; yet I'le be
Patient in my necessitie.
Laugh at my scraps of cloathes, and shun
Me, as a fear'd infection:
Yet scarre-crow-like I'le walk as one,
Neglecting thy derision.
Row after row with strict impunity
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirrs without recollection ...
Rincewind paused. In the deep canyons of his mind he thought he heard the distant rustle of ancient paper.
The steel reddens, warming under Cal's fiery touch, and bits of the gilded hilt melt between his fingers. Gold and silver and iron, dripping from his hands like tears.
As she ran her gown rustled softly like the wind in the flowering borders of a river.
Liberty has as many chains as an iron-monger's shop, and as rusty.
Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.
The Old Fortress at Tirfang, it had a bad name: witches built it, raised it by magic, infecting even the ordinary materials in which they worked - stone, timber, and slate - with their dark sorceries.
While in England write or get wrought rotten rusted.
A tempest ceases, a cyclone passes over, a wind dies down, a broken mast can be replaced, a leak can be stopped, a fire extinguished, but what will become of this enormous brute of bronze?
We are the ring of steel around Lord Rahl himself... Two thousand strong. We fall to a man before harm gets a glance at Lord Rahl.
-Commander General Trimack
I want to wear out,' he [Oldfield] said very softly. 'To wear out. Not to rust out.
So that's why vampires are so pissed off all the time? Because their junk's gone rusty?
Steel under silk
metal on metal screech outside. It sounded
I am tarred and feathered with Time.
The gentle rustle of armies crawling the planet like ants. Anybody with any sense knows what's coming.
Oak and iron, guard me well, or else I'm dead, and doomed to hell.
Old wisdom out of the cluster of gathering shadows.
When the leaves rustle, they sound very much like the stealthy movement of a woman in evening dress, and when they shiver suddenly, and fall, and scatter away along the ground, they might be the patter of a woman's hurrying footsteps, and the mark in the gravel the imprint of a high-heeled shoe.
You've got to have steel in you somewhere.Steel-- Alan Bates
New links must be forged as old ones rust.
I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust
A little rain beats down a big wind. Long drinking bouts break open the tun(der).
As the flint contains the spark, unknown to itself, which the steel alone can awaken to life, so adversity often reveals to us hidden gems, which prosperity or negligence would forever have hidden.
Iron can only be destroyed by rust, and rust is a slow process which is caused by the hydrogen ion from water in the environment. Coat yourself against negative thoughts and be careful what you feed your mind because your mind is your greatest asset, make sure you are not using it against yourself.
The writers we absorb when we're young bind us to them, sometimes lightly, sometimes with iron. In time, the bonds fall away, but if you look very closely you can sometimes make out the pale white groove of a faded scar, or the telltale chalky red of old rust.
Steel is not forged in a comfortable place.
The smitten rock that gushes, The trampled steel that springs; A cheek is always redder Just where the hectic stings!
And what can still delight an inert stone except to become, once more, the bed of a raging torrent?