A Quote by Lucretius

A falling drop at last will carve a stone. — © Lucretius
A falling drop at last will carve a stone.

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Falling drops will at last wear away stone.
The drop hollows out the stone not by strength, but by constant falling.
I carve stone. I've got hammers and chisels and I carve from sandstone. I just did a big mural of birds and trees.
Gutta cavat lapidem, non vi sed saepe cadendo. (The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.)
Love, whether it's friendship or more, is like a cup. It fills up drop by drop, until one last drop and the cup is full. The liquid hangs there almost above the rim, hangs there on surface tension alone and you know that one more drop and it will spill over.
Fight on and fly on to the last drop of blood and the last drop of fuel, to the last beat of the heart.
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
The water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.
The tyranny of mankind; it was like the obstinate drip of water falling on a stone and hollowing it little by little; and this drip continued, falling obstinately, falling without pause on the souls of the children.
We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at last a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at last one which makes the heart run over.
A poet wants only one small stone on which to carve his life.
Think of the imagination as a giant stone from which we carve out new ideas. As we chip away, our new ideas become more polished and refined. But if you start by editing your imagination, you start with a tiny stone.
We love the old saints, missionaries, martyrs, and reformers. Our Luthers, Bunyans, Wesleys and Asburys, etc... We will write their biographies, reverence their memories, frame their epitaphs, and build their monuments. We will do anything except imitate them. We cherish the last drop of their blood, but watch carefully over the first drop of our own.
The Wine of Life keeps oozing drop by drop, The Leaves of Life keep falling one by one.
The main thing is dancing, and before it withers away from my body, I will keep dancing till the last moment, the last drop.
I will continue to defend Najaf as it is the holiest place. I will remain in the city until the last drop of my blood has been spilled.
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