The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass.
The splinter in your eye is the best magnifying-glass available.
A splinter of pride got in under my breast-bone and lodged there.
I don't like shoes. I get a lot of splinters, though.
Grief is like a splinter deep into every fingertip; to touch anything is torture.
In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence.
Baseball was a dream I gathered more splinters than hits.
So it seems as though this part of us that is living a life on Earth is only a small piece or splinter of a much larger us. That we are many rather than one, or rather pieces of a more complex whole. We are only able to focus on the splinter we perce...
He was thirteen that year, the age when children splinter off and abandon the old loves.
You don't know a ladder has splinters until you slide down it.
Dogmatic ideological parties tend to splinter the political and social fabric of a nation.
African history is filled with experiences of people shooting their way to power and then splintering into factions, like in Somalia and Liberia.
He kept pushing her, expecting for her to break. Fearing it. But he was the one who splintered apart. He was the one who broke.
Building art is a synthesis of life in materialised form. We should try to bring in under the same hat not a splintered way of thinking, but all in harmony together.
Vegetarians, and their Hezbollah-like splinter faction, the vegans ... are the enemy of everything good and decent in the human spirit.
I have a series of splintered relationships. Why should I get married again? It's a miserable compromise at best. But I believe in marriage and still have fantasies about it.
Linux is its own worst enemy: it's splintered, it has different distributions, it's too complex to run for most people.
I feel there's a funny little hole in me that wasn't there before, like a splinter in your finger, but this is somewhere above my stomach.
Then I came in twice a week - for my own enjoyment as well as to be a guide. And then we started to apply some of the splinters of the ideas back into the piece.
Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.
...a fissure appeared. Splinters of plastic broke away around it, and the fissure widened, radiating further fractures. When the first leg broke out, Simon tried to shriek.
