Quotes About Dust

The landscape which, a few weeks earlier, had been blotted out by dust was now hazy with moisture.

Even such is time, which takes in trust Our youth, our joys, and all we have, And pays us but with age, and dust; Who in the dark and silent grave When we have wandered all our ways Shuts up the story of our days. And from which earth and grave and dust, The Lord will raise me up I trust. —Sir Walter Ralegh's poetry

Both he that praiseth, and he that is praised; he that remembers, and he that is remembered, will soon be dust and ashes.

It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.

When in doubt, when flat on your back, you can look at the ceiling. Who knows what you may see, up there? Funeral wreaths and angels, constellations of dust, stellar or otherwise, the puzzles left by spiders. There's always something to occupy the inquiring mind.

The cicadas pierce the air with their searing one-note calls; dust eddies across the roads; from the weedy patches at the verges, grasshoppers whir. The leaves of the maples hang from their branches like limp gloves; on the sidewalk my shadow crackles.

I sang out the words unflinchingly though, as I stomped around the toadstool in clouds of church-basement dust, with a damp Gnome hand clutched in each of mine.

He feels like saying that of course there's lint on Mr. Wiggly, or dust at any rate, or maybe rust; what does she expect, because as she is well aware Mr. Wiggly has been on the shelf for some time.

I was at Yankee Stadium one time at 5 a.m., but that was to buy angel dust

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.

This is where I liked to be when I was hangover or coming down off a cocaine binge, here in the dust with all these dusty people, all this liveliness and clutter and color, things for sale to cheer me up, and greasy food that would slip down by throat.

Langston Hughes: Gather out of star-dust Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust Not for sale.

Justine's childhood was dark and velvety and it smelled of dust.

Skin was earth; it was soil. I could see, even on my own skin, the joined trapezoids of dust specks God had wetted and stuck with his spit the morning he made Adam from dirt. Now, all these generations later, we people could still see on our skin the inherited prints of the dust specks of Eden.

Shafts of dusty light broke through the branches of the pomerac tree outside the open window. Pohpoh stared at the glittery dust particles that rose and fell in waves around Asha's head, partially silhouetting it in a halo of shimmering light.

All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [ . . . ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.

Retired ... And he could hardly believe it that in his helmet and his bulky space suit he'd stirred that far dust. Iain Crichton Smith

once I saw you in moonlight and I can tell you - the silvery dust of the stars doesn't shimmer like you...

snow gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...

In the afternoon, over gold screens, I will brush the blue dust of my dreams.

I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.

Such clouds of dust had risen that there was a sort of twilight around.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust.

love Italy — I love my Florence. I love that 'hole of a place,' as Father Prout called it lately — with all its dust, its cobwebs, its spiders even, I love it, and with somewhat of the kind of blind, stupid, respectable, obstinate love which people feel when they talk of 'beloved native lands.' I feel this for Italy, by mistake for England. Florence is my chimney-corner, where I can sulk and be happy.