Quotes about wrung (16 Quotes)


    As the storm systems move across the Rocky Mountains, they kind of get wrung out like a sponge, and as they get into the Plain states and the Midwest, a lot of that moisture is not there anymore.

    It is a good rule never to see or talk to the man whose words have wrung your heart, or helped it, just as it is wise not to look down too closely at the luminous glow which sometimes shines on your path on a summer night, if you would not see the ugly worm below.

    Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket safe, dark, motionless, airless it will change. It will not be broken it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable. (Clive Staples


    When I warned the French that Britain would fight on alone whatever they did, their generals told their prime minister and his divided cabinet, 'In three weeks England will have her neck wrung like a chicken.' Some chicken some neck.


    The world was young, the mountains green, No stain yet on the Moon was seen, No words were laid on stream or stone When Durin woke and walked alone. He named the nameless hills and dells He drank from yet untasted wells He stooped and looked in Mirrormere And saw a crown of stars appear As gems upon a silver thread Above the shadow of his head. The world is grey, the mountains old, The forges fire is ashen-cold No harp is wrung, no hammer falls The darkness dwells in Durins halls The shadow lies upon his tomb In Moria, in Khazad-dm. But still the sunken stars appear In dark and windless Mirrormere There lies his crown in water deep, Till Durin wakes again from his sleep.

    When I warned them (the French) that Britain would fight on alone whatever they did, their generals told their Prime Minister and his divided Cabinet, In three weeks England will have her neck wrung like a chicken



    There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries avoid all entanglements lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casketsafe, dark, motionless, airlessit will change. It will not be broken it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least the risk of tragedy, is damnation. The only place outside of Heaven where you can be perfectly safe from all the dangers and perturbations of love is Hell. (Clive Staples

    To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries avoid all entanglements lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.

    I see at last that all the knowledge I wrung from the darkness that darkness flung me Is worthless as ignorance nothing comes from nothing The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness And we call it wisdom. It is pain.

    'If you are loyal you are successful,' ruminated the company paper at one time. 'All useful work is raised to the plane of art when love for the taskloyaltyis fused with the effort. Loyalty is the great lubricant of life. It saves the wear and tear of making daily decisions as to what is best to do. The man who is loyal to his work is not wrung nor perplexed by doubts, he sticks to the ship, and if the ship founders he goes down like a hero with colors flying at the masthead and the band playing.'


    The Tories in England had long imagined that they were enthusiastic about the monarchy, the church and beauties of the old English Constitution, until the day of danger wrung from them the confession that they are enthusiastic only about rent.




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