A Quote by Terry Waite

Sometimes the wheels of justice grind slowly. — © Terry Waite
Sometimes the wheels of justice grind slowly.
The wheels of Hollywood grind very slowly so I'm going to have some collagen or some sort of plastic surgery.
The Wheels of Justice turn slowly but exceedingly fine.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small.
The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small.
Though the mills of God grind slowly, yet they grind exceeding small; Though with patience He stands waiting, with exactness grinds He all.
The wheels of justice - they're square wheels.
All the lessons of history in four sentences: Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power. The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small. The bee fertilizes the flower it robs. When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
All the lessons of history in four sentences: 1) Whom the gods would destroy, they first make mad with power; 2) The mills of God grind slowly, but they grind exceedingly small; 3) The bee fertilizes the flower it robs; 4) When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.
Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark - spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving.
Acting is a grind, just like music is a grind. Sometimes it takes longer than what you can give.
The mills of God grind slowly.
I am filled with hatred for money, for battleships, for industry, for factories, for the grind, grind, grind of the machine on all our creative instincts.
The criminal justice system is accurately symbolized by a large sculpture that sits at the foot of the United States attorney's building: four metal circles that interlock. The wheels of justice, as it were, frozen in legal and social gridlock.
It is not by great acts but by small failures that freedom dies. The sense of justice dies slowly in a people. They grow used to the unthinkable, and sometimes they may look back and even wonder when things changed. They will not find a day or a time or a place. Justice and liberty die quietly, because men first learn to ignore injustice and then no longer recognize it.
It takes time, it's a grind. There are no shortcuts. You've got to grind and grind.
to move the wheels of justice is a ponderous business.
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