I am God's wheat and shall be ground by their teeth so that I may become Christ's pure bread.
You've got to hae ground forces that are capable of going after them and rooting them out.
Why is it when you want the ground to swallow you whole, it decides to stop trying? -Ethon
We should be wondering tonight, "Is there a world?" But I could go and talk on 5, 10, 20 minutes about is there a world, because there is really no world, cause sometimes I'm walkin' on the ground and I see right through the ground. And there is no world. And you'll find out.
Clichés remind and reassure us that we're not alone, that others have trod this ground long ago.
May your past be the sound of your feet upon the ground.
The main part of the tree is the root, and the root is always beneath the ground. It never is brought out into the light.
For me, the stronger ground I have in my personal life, then the more will I have to fight the good fight.
The lightning flashes through my skull; mine eyeballs ache and ache; my whole beaten brain seems as beheaded, and rolling on some stunning ground.
Sport is where an entire life can be compressed into a few hours, where the emotions of a lifetime can be felt on an acre or two of ground, where a person can suffer and die and rise again on six miles of trails through a New York City park. Sport is a theater where sinner can turn saint and a common man become an uncommon hero, where the past and the future can fuse with the present. Sport is singularly able to give us peak experiences where we feel completely one with the world and transcend all conflicts as we finally become our own potential.
Get it - get it better or get it worse. No middle ground of compromise.
He could feel it immediately when his shoulder snapped - the intense pain of his bones cracking. His skin tightened, as if it could no long hold whatever was lurking inside him. The breath was sucked from his lungs like he was being crushed. His vision began to blur, and he had the sensation he was falling, even though he could feel the rock tearing at his flesh as his body seized on the ground.
I am always jumping into the sausage grinder and deciding, even before I’m half ground, that I don’t want to be a sausage after all.
Trust that the treasure we look for is hidden in the ground on which we stand.
It's a poore stake that cannot stand one yeare in the ground.
. . . I stayed because running seemed too strange and too complicated. All I knew was how to fall back, find a patch of solid ground, and then dig my heels in and fight to start over.
When we fall on the ground it hurts us, but we also need to rely on the ground to get back up.
There will be boots on the ground if there's to be any hope of success in the strategy.
Her smile, I'm sure, burnt Rome to the ground.
Winning is often simply getting up off the ground one more time than your opponent.