A false man found a religion? Why, a false man cannot build a brick house!
This is about as comforting as a cold brick when you're lonely.
We drift down time, clutching at straws. But what good's a brick to a drowning man?
Writing is still like heaving bricks over a wall.
How can one not succumb and allow one's courage to fail when everything is shut tight, when all meaningful things are walled up, and when you constantly knock against bricks, as against the walls of a prison?
I really enjoy doing theater, but doing theater in Seattle is like dropping a brick in a bottomless well. It's gratifying, but it's almost like doing radio. It's ephemeral.
A tower of illusion, all of it, made of illusory bricks and full of holes. If life were made up only of imporant things, it really would be a dangerous house of glass, scarcely to be handled carelessly. But everyday life was exactly like the headlines. And so everybody, knowing the meaninglessness of existence, sets the centre of his compass at his own home.
Let us guess that whenever we read a sentence & like it, we unconsciously store it away in our model-chamber; & it goes, with the myriad of its fellows, to the building, brick by brick, of the eventual edifice which we call our style.
Steve Bruce is like a cat on hot tin bricks.
In Sparta , paintings have been taken out of certain walls by cutting through the bricks, then have been placed in wooden frames, and so brought to the Comitium to adorn the aedileship of [C. Visellius] Varro and [C. Licinius] Murena.
In truth I was manufacturing a brick wall of shits.
We'll build a democracy here, even if it's with Nazi bricks.
No man ever wetted clay and then left it, as if there would be bricks by chance and fortune.
Climbing at altitude is like hitting your head against a brick wall - it's great when you stop.
The brick of my life is music, but the mortar is faith.
Don't wish for bricks when you can build from stone.
He [Caesar Augustus] found a city built of brick; he left it built of marble. [Lat. , Urbem lateritiam accepit, mamoream relinquit. ]
I'd rather drive the yellow brick road, you wouldn't happen to know of a rental car place around.
I got in the school band and the school choir. It all hit me like a ton of bricks, everything just came out. I played percussion for a while, and stayed after school forever just tinkering around with different things, the clarinets and the violins.
I won't forget the hood. I won't forget the days of catching a bullet on the way to the mailbox or bricks with death threats that somehow made their way through the window.