Stones Quotes
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To say that there is a soul in stones simply in order to account for their production is unsatisfactory: for their production is not like the reproduction of living plants, and of animals which have senses. For all these we see reproducing their own species from their own seeds; and a stone does not do this at all. We never see stones reproduced from stones; ... because a stone seems to have no reproductive power at all.
Albertus Magnus
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I used to listen a lot to Rolling Stones records and play along with them when I was first starting. It's a good way to learn, jamming around basic music.
Tommy Bolin
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Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.
Minds innocent and quiet take that for a hermitage:
If I have freedom in my love, and in my Soul I am free,
Angels alone, that soar above, enjoy such liberty.
Richard Lovelace
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Lay me down,
Let the only sound,
Be the overflow,
Pockets full of stones.
Florence Welch
Florence and the Machine
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We got touring with the Stones, and people were trying to keep up with Keith. He's like a human machine with a constitution of iron, and they all thought they could do the same.
Ronnie Wood
The Rolling Stones
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No philosopher's stone of a constitution can produce golden conduct from leaden instincts.
Herbert Spencer
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Every time you read something about Rolling Stones it always mentions their age and how long can they go on? I think there are certain genres of music where people are allowed to go on, but there is something about rock and roll, I guess because it originally started out to be a teenage rebellion.
Kate Pierson
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Even though language has its richness the relationship between language and the writer is always like a stone and you have to make the stone human.
Carmen Boullosa
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Platonic England, house of solitudes,
rests in its laurels and its injured stone
Geoffrey Hill
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We can choose to throw stones, to stumble on them, to climb over them, or to build with them.
William Arthur Ward
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A man falling into dark waters seeks a momentary footing even on sliding stones.
George Eliot
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The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift, The road is forlorn all day, Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift, And the hoof-prints vanish away. The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee, Expend their bloom in vain. Come over the hills and far with me, And be my love in the rain.
Robert Frost
