Best 18 quotes in «hammer quotes» category

Ngumi ya Ambilikile ilitua barabara katika kichwa cha Brookshield na kuleta madhara makubwa. Sehemu moja ya kichwa, cha Brookshield, ilibonyea kabisa! Kimya kilichotawala kiliwasisimua mashabiki. Walipovamia ulingo, kushuhudia kisichoweza kufikirika, walitoka pale wakiwa na hakika ya asilimia 100; kwamba John alikuwa na nyundo (au chuma chochote) katika mfuko wake wa bukta – aliyoitoa (harakaharaka), wakidhani ni mtindo wa kipigo, na kumpondea mwenzake kichwani! Ile haikuwa nyundo. Wala haukuwa uchawi. Ilikuwa ngumi, imara, ya uzito wa kilo 90; uzito wote wa John Ambilikile.

The Hammer was a hard man, a smart man too, and he took pride in always having a plan ‘b’. For those troubling occasions when plan ‘b’ didn’t work, he would strive to also have a plan ‘c’ in place. In short, he was the kind of man who always had something up his sleeve besides his funny bone. The pilot, his trusted second man gave him a worried look. “What do we do now?

Pain is the hammer of the Gods to break a dead resistance in the mortal's heart

To a man with only a hammer, a screw is a defective nail.

The magical force that had sundered everything in the castle had occasionally made some very odd choices in its destruction—Sand found a hammer that had been broken only at the wooden handle and not any of the metal parts, and another hammer whose handle was whole while the metal was broken.

The skeleton in my closet carries a hammer and sickle.

Too often our visions of the future are dull and impotent like a hammer beating the water.

You can't hammer in a nail with words..." "No, but you can start a war with them.

You are strong, tempered like steel in the fire and by the blows of the hammer of life. Nothing will break you again, only make you stronger and more whole. Perfection is the pride of those who have not lived, who know not these things in their arrogance. They remain the same - raw and without form. The hammer never touches them, and they lie on the shelf, gathering dust, slowly tarnishing and fading and crumbling. the blows of the hammer in the fire refine us into bright shining glory for the roles we play in life - until we are one with the anvil, becoming immune to the hammer's little knocks, and smile at it.

You do not respond to a mosquito bite with a hammer.

He considered going for his hammer, which lay just out of reach, or maybe diving for Ganelon instead, since waking the warrior was probably his best hope of survival.

A hammer made of deadlines is the surest tool for crushing writer's block.

A hammer with flowers is still a hammer for the nail!

Clay pushed his body off him and mumbled another apology - because, enemy or not, when you hit a man in the nuts with a magic hammer the least you could say was sorry.

If need be, the round man can prove a most blunt barrier. Just ask the man with the hammer.

He tried to measure his day by tallying the hours on his wrist. I wiped it off and called him a prisoner. He placed the hours on a scale with hours from former days to compare. I took a hammer and broke it all. He bent down and picked up the shards of minutes first then swept the seconds. I told him he’d missed a spot; there were some sparkling specks left. 'What are they?' he asked. 'Those are moments,' I said. 'What are they made of?' he asked. They are times, I thought, when you win a race or win a heart. They are times when you give birth or lay something, someone to rest. When you wake up in the morning with a smile because anything is possible. When someone compliments the thing you hate most about yourself. Times when you are embarrassed. Times when you are hurtful. Times when you relish in a hearty meal. Times when you service others and are content with a well-spent day. 'What are they made of?' he asked again. 'They are made up of times when we are fully present.' I picked up one of the specks with the tip of my finger. 'Do you remember this?' I asked. 'Of course,' he said, 'I was whistling in the kitchen that morning.' 'Why?' I asked. 'Because of the knowledge that I was loved.

- 'I just... I was thinking of Achilles. It's our anniversarý tomorrow, and I'd really like to get him a present. Maybe I could sneak out tonight and be back in time for... for Patrick's visit tomorrow.' - 'Ohh, what are you going to get him?' Hell. This was torture in itself. - 'A new hammer. One with my name engraved on the side.' - Sure. why not? She sighed happily. - 'That's a cute idea!

Love and kindness are the hammer and chisel that gently chip through barriers and long-held beliefs to reveal the magnificent soul contained within every human.