A Quote by Yitzhak Shamir

I said it several times: a blow you are getting from a friend is still a blow, but more painful. — © Yitzhak Shamir
I said it several times: a blow you are getting from a friend is still a blow, but more painful.
Gonna be a twister to blow everything down That ain't got the faith to stand its ground Blow away the dreams that tear you apart Blow away the dreams that break your heart Blow away the lies that leave you nothing but lost and brokenhearted.
But still the block of Vengeance firm doth stand, and Fate, as swordsmith, hammers blow on blow.
Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.
I'd look at one of my stonecutters hammering away at the rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet, at the hundred and first blow it would split in two, and I knew it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
Before going home with a guy, give him a blow job. Guys are always more relaxed after a blow job.
So we get a plan," I said. "Any suggestions?" "Blow up the building," Kincaid said without looking up. "That works good for vampires. Then soak what's left in gasoline. Set it on fire. Then blow it all up again." "For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.
You can return blow for blow if you are not brave enough to follow the path of nonviolence.
A single blow must destroy the enemy... without regard of losses... a gigantic all-destroying blow.
You wanna blow money? Put it in a 'blow' category in your budget. But at least admit it on paper!
My mother passed in 2002. That was a blow like no other blow.
A blow with a word strikes deeper than a blow with a sword.
I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.
A blow to the head will confuse a man's thinking, a blow to the foot has no such effect, this cannot be the result of an immaterial soul.
In this book I do not intend to give a blow-by-blow description of a sex bout: I find them inartistic, clinical and unpoetic. The circumstances that lead up to sex I find more interesting.
You know, it's nothin' quick overnight. If anything happens to you quick, you need to start questioning that. You know, you hear young people go, aw, I'm gonna blow up. You gonna blow up but with a controlled explosion. Don't just blow up all over the place.
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