A Quote by Frank Herbert

A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both. — © Frank Herbert
A stone is heavy and the sand is weighty; but a fool's wrath is heavier than them both.
Wrath to come implies both the futurity and perpetuity of this wrath.... Yea, it is not only certainly future, but when it comes it will be abiding wrath, or wrath still coming. When millions of years and ages are past and gone, this will still be wrath to come. Ever coming as a river ever flowing.
Nothing is built on stone; all is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
'Blood Host' is super heavy. Especially on the verses, it has an industrial stomp. It's one of my favourite tracks just because the plot of it is so heavy. It's a total crushing tune; it doesn't get any heavier than that main riff, just a straight quarter-note powerhouse.
With all the lead tape, my racquet is heavier than the model you're going to find off the rack. It's got most of its weight in the throat of the racquet; it's not too head-heavy. I don't like the feeling of a racquet that's so head-heavy I can't maneuver it around so well.
He looked very old. He looked, James thought, getting his head now against the Lighthouse, now against the waste of waters running away into the open, like some old stone lying on the sand; he looked as if he had become physically what was always at the back of both of their minds-that loneliness which was for both of them the truth about things.
These heavy troubles are heralds of weighty mercies.
When you are fighting a man who is over a stone heavier than you, you feel it. You feel it in the punches and in the clinches.
Heavy, heavy-hearted people grow lighter and rise occasionally to their surface through precisely that which makes others heavier,through hatred and love.
Solid stone is just sand and water...Sand and water and a million years gone by.
In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
Do not fret over your heavy troubles, for they are the heralds of weighty mercies.
If you do anything well, gratitude is lighter than a feather; if you give offense in anything, people's wrath is as heavy as lead.
How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.
The love of God is no human projection, but the wrath of God is. In fact, what we call the wrath of God is really the love of God experienced by a fool.
Fairest and dearest, your wrath and anger are more heavy than I can bear; but learn that I cannot tell what you wish me to say without sinning against my honour too grievously.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels for someone, pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echos.
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