Vain empty words Of honour, glory and immortal fame, Can these recall the spirit from its place, Or re-inspire the breathless clay with life? What tho' your fame with all its thousand trumpets, Sound o'er the sepulchres, will that awake The sleeping dead.
You cannot expect stone to be as pliable as clay.
To accept one’s past – one’s history – is not the same thing as drowning in it; it is learning how to use it. An invented past can never be used; it cracks and crumbles under the pressures of life like clay in a season of drought.
The Southern past, the Southern present, the Southern future, concentrated into Gertrude's voice, became one of red clay pine-barrens, of chain-gang camps, of housewives dressed in flour sacks who stare all day dully down into dirty sinks.
Everything I do is a direct creation of my hands, whether it is made in wood, plaster or clay.
The same sun that melts the butter hardens the clay.
Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.
…[Thomas Wolfe] says that we are the sum of all the moments of our lives, and that, uh, anybody who sits down to write is gonna use the clay of their own life, that you can’t avoid that.
Nature in her unfathomable designs had mixed us of clay and flame, of brain and mind, that the two things hang indubitably together and determine each other's being but how or why, no mortal may ever know.
Have you noticed that bones are always modeled and not carved, that you always have the impression they come from a mold, that they were first modeled in clay? Any bone you look at, you always find fingerprints on it.
The future works out great men's destinies; The present is enough for common souls, Who, never looking forward, are indeed Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age Are petrified forever.
The same sun that hardens the clay softens the wax.
False history gets made all day, any day, the truth of the new is never on the news False history gets written every day. . . the lesbian archaeologist watches herself sifting her own life out from the shards she's piecing, asking the clay all questions but her own.
The same sun that melts butter hardens clay.
If you are expecting Paul to read the Bible like it was set in stone, you will find yourself getting pretty nervous. For Paul, now that Jesus has come, the Bible was more like clay to be molded.
The only hero known to my childhood was Henry Clay.
Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Tho' her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive, Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
Walk with me, but don't follow me blindly. Hold fast to the truth, not to my garments. My body is merely a clay structure; today it is here, tomorrow it shall be gone. If you attach yourself to me today, what are you going to do tomorrow when I am not with you? Attach yourself to God, attach yourself to humanity, only then will you be closer to me.
Last four months were great for me, was probably one of the best four months of my career, playing unbelievable in the clay court season.
I like having my hands in the clay. I like the movie-making process.