Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.
I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
I asked no odds and I give none. A guy got in my way, I run over him.
Stupidity is an immovable object: you can't try to attack it wiithout being broken by it.
and a fact is the most stubborn thing in the world.
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.
What is immutable about Sherlock Holmes? He favors reason over emotion, but actually underneath that, there is a lot of emotion going on. You can't suddenly make him ordinary because he would hate that. He's not suddenly going to be somebody else.
I learned that the world doesn't want to be saved, and it will f**king punch you in the face if you try.
Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts.
Any leader has to have a certain amount of steel in them, so I am not that put out being called the Iron Lady.
All evil and good is petty before Nature. Personally, we take comfort from this, that there is a universe to admire that cannot be twisted to villainy or good, but which simply is.
As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick.
Alan Shearer was tough, would be hard to play against, a difficult opponent.
I'm definitely open to change, but at the same time I am quite stubborn.
… an earthworm boring beneath the roots of local self-government by cities and States, burrowing silently yet with incalculable power, loosening the soil, sagging foundations…. He is devoid of any moral nature … a machine himself—hard, impulses, cunning, cute but witless, immovable, inexorable, grinding.
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Nature, the great Moloch, which exacts a frightful tax of human blood, sparing neither young nor old; taking the child from the cradle, the mother from her babe, and the father from the family.
I have this kind of mild nice-guy exterior, but inside my heart is like a steel trap.
There is something brittle in me that will break before it bends. Perhaps if the [the enemy] had brought a smaller army I might have had the sense to run. But he overdid it.
What may not be altered is made lighter by patience.
No matter how hot the fire burns, a Protea always survives
'Tis hard preaching a stone into tears, or making a rock to tremble.
People are inexterminable - like flies and bed-bugs. There will always be some that survive in cracks and crevices - that's us.
It is only persons of firmness that can have real gentleness. Those who appear gentle are, in general, only a weak character, which easily changes into asperity.
Nature doesn't ask your permission; it doesn't care about your wishes, or whether you like its laws or not. You're obliged to accept it as it is, and consequently all its results as well.
There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.
