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Dust Quotes (page 10)

Drawn crudely in the dust of three window-panes were a swastika, a hammer and sickle, and the Stars and Stripes. I had drawn the three symbols weeks before, at the conclusion of an argument about patriotism with Kraft. I had given a hearty cheer for each symbol, demonstrating to Kraft the meaning of patriotism to, respectively, a Nazi, a Communist, and an American. "Hooray, hooray, hooray," I'd said. Kurt Vonnegut
In streams of light I clearly saw. The dust you seldom see, Out of which the Nameless makes. A Name for one like me... All busy in the sunlight. The flecks did float and dance, And I was tumbled up with them. In formless circumstance. Leonard Cohen
I’m working on another Lyra book right now – it’s called The Book of Dust. “It’s going very well and it will be finished when I write the words ‘The End’. Philip Pullman
Robert Hass quote: "August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road, but juice gathers..."
August is dust here. Droughtstuns the road, but juice gathers in the berries. Robert Hass
The most important single thing we had to pound into ourselves is that we were not important, we musn't be pedants; we were not to feel superior to anyone else in the world. We're nothing more than dust jackets for books, of no significance otherwise. Ray Bradbury
And before me was the great raw bulge and bulk of my American continent; somewhere far across gloomy, crazy New York was throwing up its cloud of dust and brown steam. There is something brown and holy about the East... Jack Kerouac
T. S. Eliot quote: "I can show you fear in a handful of dust"
I can show you fear in a handful of dust T. S. Eliot
They yoked themselves to a car and drew her all the long way through dust and heat. Everyone admired their filial piety when they arrived and the proud and happy mother standing before the statue prayed that Hera would reward them by giving them the best gift in her power. As she finished her prayer the two lads sank to the ground. They were smiling and they looked as if they were peacefully asleep but they were dead. (Biton and Cleobis) Edith Hamilton
I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Neil Gaiman quote: "I'm a mother," said her mother, in her foodless flat where the..."
I'm a mother," said her mother, in her foodless flat where the dust did not dare to settle, "and I know what I know. Neil Gaiman
i will show you fear in a handful of dust." t. s. eliotwe don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace. T. S. Eliot
I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat. John Milton
Life is just like an old time rail journey ... delays, sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders, and jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride. Gordon B. Hinckley
We are created for precisely this sort of suffering. In the end, it is all we are, these limpid tide pools of self-consciousness between crashing waves of pain. We are destined and designed to bear our pain with us, hugging it tight to our bellies like the young Spartan thief hiding a wolf cub so it can eat away our insides. What other creature in God's wide domain would carry the memory of you, Fanny, dust these nine hundred years, and allow it to eat away at him even as consumption does the... Dan Simmons
Be near me when my light is low, When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick. And tingle; and the heart is sick, And all the wheels of Being slow. Be near me when the sensuous frame. Is rack'd with pangs that conquer trust; And Time, a maniac scattering dust, And Life, a fury slinging flame. Be near me when my faith is dry, And men the flies of latter spring, That lay their eggs, and sting and sing. And weave their petty cells and die. Be near me when I fade away, To point the term of human... Alfred Lord Tennyson

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