Rust Quotes

None can destroy iron, but its own rust can! Likewise none can destroy a person, but its own mindset can!

Be careful to be gentle, lest in removing the rust, you break the whole instrument.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

I would rather burn out than rust out.

I would rather wear out than rust out.

Idleness is to the human mind like rust to iron

May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather.

Rest, with nothing else, results in rust. It corrodes the mechanisms of the brain. The rhubarb that no one picks goes to seed.

Better to wear out than rust out.

Negligence is the rust of the soul that corrodes through all her best resolves.

It is better to rust out than wear out.

Work is the basis of living. I'll never retire. A man'll rust out quicker than he'll wear out.

I could do Rust In Peace again, but I don't want to. I could have followed that formula but, God, why? I would have to have done so much heroin and cocaine - and I wasn't going to. Not if I'm paying for it!

I were better to be eaten to death with a rust than to be scoured to nothing with perpetual motion.

We both know what memories can bring / They bring diamonds and rust.

Life's barely long enough to get good at one thing. So be careful what you get good at.

If you don't run, you rust.

Waiting is the rust of the soul.

The rust of the mind is the destruction of genius.

Temptations are a file which rub off much of the rust of our self-confidence.

I might have preferred iron - but bronze will do. It won't rust. This time I hope, the head will stay on.

There is rust in my mouth,the stain of an old kiss.

Most people rust out due to lack of challenge. Few people rust out due to overuse.

Shun idleness. It is rust that attaches itself to the most brilliant metals.

Great talents, by the rust of long disuse, Grow lethargic and shrink from what they were.

What's the point of prolonging your life if you don't enjoy it? It's your body. Do whatever you want with it. Better to wear out than rust over.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Do not think about the body. The body comes and goes; for it there is birth and there is death. But you are not the body. Body is just rust and dust. Think only of God. Love God.

We must all either wear out or rust out, every one of us. My choice is to wear out.

Prefer diligence before idleness, unless you esteem rust above brightness.

No great movement designed to change the world can bear to be laughed at or belittled. Mockery is a rust that corrodes all it touches.

People are just like farm equipment. They rust out quicker than they wear out.

Tis better to have love and lust Than to let our apparatus rust.

If gold rusts, what then can iron do?

Character, character, character. First, second and third ... we were pretty rusty initially. When you have a break for a few weeks you get a bit of rust.

I have legs of iron, but to tell you the truth, they're starting to rust and buckle a bit.

I set down a beautiful chord on paper—and suddenly it rusts.

I shall be dumped where the weed decays, And the rest is rust and stardust

If you find the mirror of the heart dull, the rust has not been cleared from its face.

Horror grows impatient, rhetorically, with the Stoic fatalism of Ecclesiastes. That we are all going to die, that death mocks and cancels every one of our acts and attainments and every moment of our life histories, this knowledge is to storytelling what rust is to oxidation; the writer of horror holds with those who favor fire. The horror writer is not content to report on death as the universal system of human weather; he or she chases tornadoes. Horror is Stoicism with a taste for spectacle.

What if we have more of the rough file, if we have less rust! Afflictions carry away nothing but the dross of sin.

Rust rust rust in the engines of love and time.

Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death, were it not for literature. It grants us what nature does not: a golden time that doesn't rust, a springtime that never wilts, cloudless happiness and eternal youth. [my translation]

All Politeness is owing to Liberty. We polish one another, and rub off our Corners and rough Sides by a sort of amicable Collision. To restrain this, is inevitably to bring a Rust upon Mens Understandings.

Its better to wear out than to rust out.

Just as rust, which arose from the iron itself, wears out the iron, likewise, performing an action without examination would destroy us by projecting us into a negative state of existence.

Metal rusts, music lasts forever.

Although I do not care for the slogan "art for art's sake", there can be no question that what makes a work of fiction safe from larvae and rust is not its social importance but its art, only its art.

Worry... is rust upon the blade.

It’s better to wear out than rust out.