Quotes About Dirt

A diamond ain't a thing in the world but a piece of dirt that got awful hot. And God-a-Mighty picked up a handful of dirt and blew on it and made you and me and George Washington and mankind blessed in faculty and apprehension. It all depends on what you do with the dirt. That right?

Dirt is just matter out of place.

One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs.

That fact alone should let you know just how deep a hole I was digging. Or would that be, already have dug? Yeah, already dug. I was about halfway to China and still throwing dirt up in the air.

Peace out, L.A.! Goodbye, wheatgrass and early-morning mountain hikes and hideous highway traffic and surfing culture and most of all people who either didn't understand or didn't like sarcasm. Hello, dirt and bagels and taxis and self-deprecation and edge. It was good to be home.

I can't tell my dad that there's no way I'm crashing some collegiate party covered in sweat and dirt. I look like a ditch digger, not a Rose & Grave Digger.

death is the only water to wash away this dirt

If I were looking for a bacterium that could eat oil, I'd be collecting samples of dirt from the middle of busy freeways. I don't know if I'd find one, but I'm sure I'd discover something interesting.

spend its life cycle buried in dirt.

She had a mouth like a mop: picking up the dirt from all the corners.

Zef is like dirt, it's like scum. There was no zef movement before we came along.

The cleanest book on a dusty bookshelf is usually a dirty one.

I'm a boots girl. I always wear boots. They only look better when they get dirty.

The possibility that hope comes out of hopelessness and that the opposite of things carry the seeds of birth - love out of hate, good out of evil. Didn't flowers grow out of dirt?

But Strike, whose mother had ensured that he'd spent a large portion of his childhood in a fug of incense, dirt and mysticism, said shortly, "Yeah, well. I'm Team Rational.

The telephone box smelled urinous, of cigarette butts and dirt from a thousand silt-clogged soles.

and hot raw wood. There was a guy behind a counter, in worn blue overalls stained black with dirt. He was

They started the hole in the hog pen, which was a permanent disturbance all by itself. Each hog weighed two hundred pounds, and each hog had four feet. The dirt was always chewed up. Nothing to see from the air, not even with a thermal camera. The picture would white out instantly, from the steaming animals themselves, and their steaming piles and pools of waste. Safe enough.

The dirt was OK, but once you hit the grass... Wet grass is slippery

Why, if it weren't for this 'internal illumination' [i.e., sentience] the world would be nothing but a pile of dirt!

I loved to get all dusty and ride horses and plant potatoes and cotton.

From birth my tongue has had a fire for communication with trees and dirt and water

He wasn't sure what disturbed him more—that the Others were able to excavate that much dirt from either side of the road and pile it into a hill that quickly . . . or the smiley face made out of boulders that was pressed into this side of the mound.

It is without grace. There is no rhythm in this country of dirt.