A lot of novels use crime as a stepping stone to talk about greater issues. So I just think of myself as a writer.
Certain people have said that the world is like a calm pond, and that anytime a person does even the smallest thing, it is as if a stone has dropped into the pond, spreading circles of ripples further and further out, until the entire world has been changed by one tiny action.
The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.
Australians are very provincial in many ways. If they feel that you've used them as a stepping stone to bigger things, they resent it.
I can well conceive a man without hands, feet, head. But I cannot conceive man without thought; he would be a stone or a brute.
Ah, sinner, may the Lord quicken thee! But it is a work that makes the Saviour weep. I think when He comes to call some of you from your death in sin, He comes weeping and sighing for you. There is a stone that is to be rolled away--your bad and evil habits--and when that stone is taken away, a still small voice will not do for you; it must be the loud crashing voice, like the voice of the Lord which breaketh the cedars of Lebanon.
Never treat anything you do as a stepping stone. Do it fully, and follow it completely.
No stone should be left unturned to bring home to the family members that untouchability is a sin and a blot on Hinduism.
Seeking knowledge at an Young age is like engraving on a stone.
I've built my whole life around loving music. I'm a writer for 'Rolling Stone,' so I am constantly searching for new bands and soaking up new sounds.
We take pleasure in truth and it amazes the eye of the viewer to see in stone, in canvas, or in wood an inanimate thing that seems to move.
Nothing is written stone, child. Even if it were, the stones can be shattered
I rambled all the time. I was just like that, like a rollin' stone.
If there's anyone out there that has never said something that they wish they could take back -- if you're out there, please pick up that stone and throw it so hard at my head that it kills me. Please. I want to meet you. . . I is what I is, and I'm not changing.
Look deeply; I arrive in every second to be a bud on a spring branch. . . to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
The stone that is rolling can gather no moss;For master and servant oft changing is loss.
The world was held in a savage gloom - cold and intolerable. Outside, all was quiet - quiet! From the dark room behind me, came the occasional, soft thud of falling matter - fragments of rotting stone. So time passed, and night grasped the world, wrapping it in wrappings of impenetrable blackness.
I think each thing in a way acts as a stepping - stone for whatever the next thing is.
With Usura With usura hath no man a house of good stone each block cut smooth and well fitting.
When something is done, it should be done the way a stone bridge that lives thousands of years is done!