Under that heart of stone beat muscles of pure flint.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The body is the substance of the stone.
There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated.
It takes two flints to make a fire.
A rolling stone gathers no moss, but it gains a certain polish.
I have rock 'n' roll pumping through my veins.
The stones tear like flesh, rather than breaking. Although what happens is violent, it is a violence that is in stone. A tear is more unnerving than a break.
Without stones there is no arch.
The finest workers in stone are not copper or steel tools, but the gentle touches of air and water working at their leisure with a liberal allowance of time.
Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed.
The proud, the cold untroubled heart of stone, that never mused on sorrow but its own.