When you chop wood, splinters fly

Life for me ain't been no crystal stair

We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future.

Baseball was a dream I gathered more splinters than hits.

You don't know a ladder has splinters until you slide down it.

The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.

I've got splinters in my nose from the best publishing doors in town.

I will splinter the CIA into a thousand pieces and scatter it into the winds.

You can't go against the grain of the universe and not expect to get splinters.

Even if one glimpses God, there are cuts and splinters and burns along the way.

Satire recoils whenever charged too high; round your own fame the fatal splinters fly.

This is what happens when you go against the grain of truth. You get splinters later on.

If you want to write, find your splinter. Find the thing that pierces you and won't let you go.

How you die out in me: down to the last worn-out knot of breath you're there, with a splinter of life.

Fidelity gives a unity to lives that would otherwise splinter into thousands of split-second impressions.

Still the most intense pleasure's but a splinter of ice on the gallons of lava that gush from my cracked heart.

Homosexuals are entering the mainstream, because they're becoming as boring and as tedious as any other splinter group.

We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.

I feel there's a funny little hole in me that wasn't there before, like a splinter in your finger, but this is somewhere above my stomach.

Riven and torn with cannon-shot, the trunks of the trees protruded bunches of splinters like hands, the fingers above the wound interlacing with those below.

Then I came in twice a week - for my own enjoyment as well as to be a guide. And then we started to apply some of the splinters of the ideas back into the piece.

Burn shavings and splinters of pitch pine, and when they turn to charcoal, put them out, and pound them into mortar with size. This will make a pretty black for fresco painting.

If Donald Trump is our nominee, it could be the end of the Republican Party. It will split us and splinter us in a way that we may never be able to recover. And the Democrats will be joyful about it. It's not going to happen.

There was once a bundle of matches, and they were frightfully proud because of their high origin. Their family tree, that is to say the great pine tree of which they were each a little splinter, had been the giant of the forest.

By the time I finish with the two of you, you will be begging me to let you die. (Desiderius) Desi dearest, I have never begged a day in my life, and the sun will surely splinter before I ever plead for anything from the likes of you. (Kyrian)

My father, who was a cabinetmaker, told me, 'Wood has a grain and if you go into the grain, you have beauty. If you go against it, you have splinters - it breaks.' And I took that as my view of life. You have to follow the grain - to be sensitive to the direction of life.

We are served by organic ghosts, he thought, who, speaking and writing, pass through this our new environment. Watching, wise, physical ghosts from the full-life world, elements of which have become for us invading but agreeable splinters of a substance that pulsates like a former heart.

I lay there silently, hoarding my small dignity. I did not ask about the gate or the closet. I did not question the bedtime ritual where, on the cold bathroom tiles, I was spread out daily and examined for flaws. I did not know that my bones, those solids, those pieces of sculpture would not splinter.

I think we've come to a kind of splinter period in poetry. These tiny little bright fragments of observation - and not produced under sufficient pressure - some of it's very skillful, but I don't think there's anywhere a discernible major poet in the process of emerging; or if he is, I ain't seen him.

You wish, or rather, have decided, to remove a splinter from someone? Very well, but do not go after it with a stick instead of a lancet for you will only drive it deeper. Rough speech and harsh gestures are the stick, while even-tempered instruction and patient reprimand are the lancet. 'Reprove, rebuke, exhort,' says the Apostle (II Tim. 4:2), not 'batter'.

Both described at the same time how it was always March there and always Monday, and then they understood that José Arcadio Buendía was not as crazy as the family said, but that he was the only one who had enough lucidity to sense the truth of the fact that time also stumbled and had accidents and could therefore splinter and leave an eternalized fragment in a room.

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