Top 765 Clay Pots Quotes & Sayings - Page 2

Lord of all pots and pans and things make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates!

Miami is one of the great cultural melting pots in the world. I love working and living here.

Cracked pots allow the treasure to shine forth.

When bad things happen, it's the time when you get to work in the garden and sort out the pots from the weeds.

Militant mothers hiding in the basement using pots and pans as their shields and their helmets.

I did not take the name, I just named myself Cassius Clay, this is a honorable, Mohammed Ali, given to me by my religious leader and teacher, the Honorable Elijah Mohammed, and I would like to say that Mohammed means in Arabic "one who is worthy of praise" and one praiseworthy, and Ali means the most High, but the slave name Clay meant dirt with no ingredients.

I just never saw my mother in any other room but the kitchen. There were always pots going.

I get high in the evening sniffing pots of glue.

Was it for this the clay grew tall?

Clay... is my favorite surface.

Get out from that kitchen and rattle those pots and pans. Well, roll my breakfast cause I'm a hungry man.

I spend a ridiculous amount on pots, lilacs, and alliums.

Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.

My most memorable job was on a lobster boat. I was a pretty strong kid, and they just needed someone who could haul pots on 200 ft. of line.

We love to play on clay.

If "ifs" and "ands" were pots and pans, there'd be no work for tinkers' hands

Judd Trump's bedrock of his game is potting good long pots, getting in, creating a chance, and winning frames at one visit.

No, my friend. We are lunatics from the hospital up the highway, psycho-ceramics, the cracked pots of mankind. Would you like me to decipher a Rorschach for you?

I dream in fire but work in clay.

I love bows, … And I feel some couture pots coming on.

Make big pots of soups, stews and chilis - they stretch a buck, and you can live off them for days!

It's tough to control the ball on the clay.

That result at the French was a big break for me. I had been playing quite well up until that point but nobody really expected me to do well on clay - it was my worst surface. I had had some success on the clay but I was a set and a break up in the semi-final against Jausovec and maybe the enormity of the occasion got to me.

Christ moves along the pots and pans.

The continual cracking of your feet on the road makes a certain quantity of road come up into you. When a man dies they say he returns to clay but too much walking fills you up with clay far sooner (or buries bits of you along the road) and brings your death half-way to meet you. It is not easy to know what is the best way to move yourself from one place to another.

A sleep without dreams, after a rough day of toil, is what we covet most; and yet How clay shrinks back from more quiescent clay! The very Suicide that pays his debt at once without installments (an old way of paying debts, which creditors regret) Lets out impatiently his rushing breath, less from disgust of life than dread of death.

I got rid of all of my non-stick pots and pans, anything that had a kind of toxic surface in terms of cooking.

In terms of pots and pans, I just use the basics - I'm not a snob like that.

I was playing with sound like I would have played with pots and pans as a kid.

Clay is not my surface; everyone knows that.

In terms of pots and pans, I just use the basics - Im not a snob like that.

People say 'Why do you make pots?' Because I'm compelled to - life isn't right without it.

Tournaments are won by aggressively going after smaller pots with a range of starting hands. The trick is learning how to do that without becoming reckless.

My mum still needs all her pots and pans, so she's not giving me any of hers yet.

You know, I've got my hands in 30 or 40 different pots simultaneously and so I have a little bit of all of that where I work.

I usually don't play really good on clay.

What is the idea of God in heaven? Materialism. The Vedantic idea is the infinite principle of God embodied in every one of us. God sitting up on a cloud! Think of the utter blasphemy of it! It is materialism - downright materialism. When babies think this way, it may be all right, but when grown - up men try to teach such things, it is downright disgusting - that is what it is. It is all matter, all body idea, the gross idea, the sense idea. Every bit of it is clay and nothing but clay. Is that religion?

Let there be no disappointment when obedience keeps you busy in outward tasks. If it sends you to the kitchen, remember that the Lord walks among the pots and pans.

Dolly Parton made me chicken and dumplings. That Tennessee woman can burn some pots! And we know that I am not necessarily shy to a fork!

In the Leach Pottery we did most of our work on the wheel. [Bernard] Leach did a little work in the studio, which was press-molded forms, plastic clay pressed into plaster forms to make small rectangular boxes and some vase forms, which he liked to make. These were molds which had been made to an original that he had modeled in solid clay, and during our work there, sometimes I would be pressing these forms as a means of production.

I always think the best players come from the areas where there are loads of chimney pots, where they have been brought up a little bit tougher than the others.

I know I can play good on clay.

Rafa is the best player on the clay.

I hear voices. A shout. A laugh. Clay's laugh. I strained to see through the night. Fog had rolled in from Lake Ontario, but I could hear him laughing. The concrete turned to grass. The fog wasn't from the lake, but from a pond. Our pond. I was at Stonehaven, bounding through the back acres. Clay was running ahead of me.

You have clay players that have maybe struggled doing as well on hard courts and those will get criticised. But you also have hard court players or grass players who maybe struggle doing well on clay, and that will always be the case.

The world is full of pots jeering at kettles.

Global consciousness is that thing responsible for deciding that pots containing decaffeinated coffee should be orange.

I can wash utensils, chop vegetables and can fold beds. I don't think I can do anything beyond it. In fact, cleaning toilet pots is my biggest nightmare.

By taking the lead on the flop, I can give myself opportunities to win more money when I am strong and pick up some uncontested pots when I'm not.

It was the height of the Depression, and suddenly I am earning pots of money.

There has got to be a point that exists somewhere, when a rational person just has to shake his head and say: 'You know what? Maybe all the crack-pots are right!'

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and sword in my hands.

God can take what Satan meant for shame and use it for His glory. Just when we think we've messed up so badly that our lives are nothing but heaps of ashes, God pours His living water over us and mixes the ashes into clay. He then takes this clay and molds it into a vessel of beauty. After He fills us with His overflowing love, He can use us to pour His love into the hurting lives of others.

Pots can show malice, the patterns of linoleum can leer up at you, treachery is the other side of dailiness.

Thus have you the way of making Conserves, the way of keeping of them is in Earthen pots.

Absolute power turns its possessors not into a God but an anti-God. For God turned clay into men, while the absolute despot turns men into clay.

What's this?" Nick said. "Bedtime?" No one answered him. I kept my eyes closed. You look positively content, Clayton," Nick continued, thumping down on the floor. "That wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Elena is cuddled up with you, is it?" It's cold in here," I murmured. Doesn't feel cold." It's cold," Clay growled. I could start a fire." I could start one too," Clay said. "With your clothes. Before you get them off.

He tosses aside his paint-pots and his words a foot and a half long.

Premium hands are simply few and far between when large pots are at stake.

Clay is my favourite surface.