Abrasion Quotes

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.

When people hurt you over and over, think of them like sand paper. They may scratch and hurt you a bit, but in the end, you end up polished and they end up useless.

The constant abrasion and decay of our lives makes the soil of our future growth.

Think of a rock polisher, one of those drums, goes round and round, rolls twenty-four/seven, full of water and rocks and gravel. Grinding it all up. Round and round. Polishing those ugly rocks into gemstones. That’s the earth. Why it goes around. We’re the rocks. And what happens to us—the drama and pain and joy and war and sickness and victory and abuse—why, that’s just the water and sand to erode us. Grind us down. To polish us up, nice and bright.

All polishing is done by friction.

If you keep feeling a point that has been sharpened, the point cannot long preserve its sharpness.

The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.

If I ran to a doctor every time I got a little cyst or abrasion, I'd still be in Nova Scotia.

You can only fall so far through a tree before the limbs become abrasive to your body.

The strange thing about grinding that might surprise many people is that you can grind things and shape them using materials that are generally somewhat softer than the thing you're grinding and shaping.