Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.
Remember: the time you feel lonely is the time you most need to be by yourself.
Life's cruelest irony.
The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
A taste for irony has kept more hearts from breaking than a sense of humor for it takes irony to appreciate the joke which is on oneself.
Irony is the form of paradox. Paradox is what is good and great at the same time.
Stone walls do not a prison make nor iron bars a cage;
minds innocent and quiet take that for an hermitage.
Soft pity enters an iron gate.
The only time I ever enjoyed ironing was the day I accidentally got gin in the steam iron.
Do not wait to strike till the iron is hot; but make it hot by striking.
A sincere diplomat is like dry water or wooden iron.
Irony is the gaiety of reflection and the joy of wisdom.
Irony is jesting behind hidden gravity.
Iron rusts from disuse, stagnant water loses its purity and in cold weather becomes frozen; even so does inaction sap the vigors of the mind.
We must not only strike the iron while it is hot, we must strike it until it is hot.
A teacher who is attempting to teach without inspiring the pupil with a desire to learn is hammering on a cold iron.
Tony Stark in 'Iron Man' helped wider audiences finally embrace the enormous talent of Robert Downey Jr.
The firmest friendships have been formed in mutual adversity,
as iron is most strongly united by the fiercest flame
A precisely made iron chain 22 yards in length consisting of 100 links.
A shadow has fallen upon the scenes so lately lighted by the Allied victory.
From Stettin in the Baltic to Trieste in the Adriatic, an iron curtain has descended across the Continent.
A prison taint was on everything there.
The imprisoned air, the imprisoned light, the imprisoned damps, the imprisoned men, were all deteriorated by confinement. As the captive men were faded and haggard, so the iron was rusty, the stone was slimy, the wood was rotten, the air was faint, the light was dim. Like a well, like a vault, like a tomb, the prison had no knowledge of the brightness outside; and would have kept its polluted atmosphere intact, in one of the spice islands of the Indian Ocean.
Yet this corporate being, though so insubstantial to our senses, binds, in Burkes words, a man to his country with ties which though light as air, are as strong as links of iron. That is why young men die in battle for their countrys sake and why old men plant trees they will never sit under.
The sea is dangerous and its storms terrible, but these obstacles have never been sufficient reason to remain ashore... Unlike the mediocre, intrepid spirits seek victory over those things that seem impossible... It is with an iron will that they embark on the most daring of all endeavors... to meet the shadowy future without fear and conquer the unknown.
As iron put into the fire loseth its rust and becometh clearly red-hot, so he that wholly turneth himself unto God puts off all slothfulness, and is transformed into a new man.
Had the King of Spain employed the hands of his people, and his Spanish iron so, he had brought to light but little of that treasure that lay so long hid in the dark entrails of America.
There is nothing in machinery, there is nothing in embankments and railways and iron bridges and engineering devices to oblige them to be ugly. Ugliness is the measure of imperfection.
Culture is a sham if it is only a sort of Gothic front put on an iron building -- like Tower Bridge -- or a classical front put on a steel frame -- like the Daily Telegraph building in Fleet Street. Culture, if it is to be a real thing and a holy thing, must be the product of what we actually do for a living -- not something added, like sugar on a pill.
If you think dope is for kicks and for thrills, you're out of your mind.
There are more kicks to be had in a good case of paralytic polio or by living in an iron lung. If you think you need stuff to play music or sing, you're crazy. It can fix you so you can't play nothing or sing nothing.
If the factory people outside the colleges live under the discipline of narrow means, the people inside live under almost every other kind of discipline except that of narrow means -- from the fruity austerities of learning, through the iron rations of English gentlemanhood, down to the modest disadvantages of occupying cold stone buildings without central heating and having to cross two or three quadrangles to take a bath.
Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework.
An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face -- as if hung on a scaffold of heavy private brooding; and thought.
A strange thing has happened -- while all the other arts were born naked, this, the youngest, has been born fully-clothed. It can say everything before it has anything to say. It is as if the savage tribe, instead of finding two bars of iron to play with, had found scattering the seashore fiddles, flutes, saxophones, trumpets, grand pianos by Erhard and Bechstein, and had begun with incredible energy, but without knowing a note of music, to hammer and thump upon them all at the same time.
No iron can pierce the heart with such force as a period put just at the right place.
Guilt upon the conscience, like rust upon iron, both defiles and consumes it, gnawing and creeping into it, as that does which at last eats out the very heart and substance of the metal.
Habit with its iron sinews, clasps us and leads us day by day.
Cruelty has a Human Heart, And jealousy a Human Face;
Terror the Human Form Divine, And secrecy the Human Dress. The Human Dress is forged Iron, The Human Form a Fiery Forge, The Human Face a Furnace seal d, The Human Heart its hungry gorge.
Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.
Man is a shrewd inventor, and is ever taking the hint of a new machine from his own structure, adapting some secret of his own anatomy in iron, wood, and leather, to some required function in the work of the world.
So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.