Sandpapers Quotes & Sayings

This world is not a platform where you will hear Thalberg-piano-playing. It is a piano manufactory, where are dust and shavings and boards, and saws and files and rasps and sandpapers. The perfect instrument and the music will be hereafter. — Henry Ward Beecher

Coaching is something I've been a part of my entire life. One of the things I've always been very passionate ... — Ray Lewis

I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard, and shows the bare bones beneath. — Wilkie Collins

Consciously or unconsciously, most theists see in gods and devils, heaven and hell, reward and punishment, a whip to lash the people into obedience, meekness and contentment. ... — Emma Goldman

You cannot change any world unless you become a vital part of the changing. — Munia Khan

God is the burden crusher and the freedom fighter. He has the power to change lives. — Tina Samples

Home is an invention on which no one has yet improved. — Ann Douglas

We are wise to be cautious, but I suggest we prepare for the worst and hope for the best. — Orson Scott Card

Fine. Sit around being inconsiderate asses ... and you wonder why none of you are married. (Zarina)
(Sway cleared his throat meaningfully.)
Oh, shush. You don't count. You had an arranged marriage. These losers can't get a girl for more than three and half minutes it takes them to embarrass themselves with their feeble gropings that always disappoint. (Zarina) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

Abortion is 'the great modern sin. — Karl Barth

Life does not control you. What you believe about it, does. — Alan Cohen

I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking. — Marge Piercy

The tree feels splintery, nasty to my touch; it feels Floridian, more reptile than vegetable, more stucco than stone. I do loathe this state, their Elba. — Allan Gurganus