Quotes About Dust

Memory is a spiderweb. It hangs in a corner and collects dust. Until you need it to catch a fly.

Few are the memories which are more than a handful of dust, to be let run through the fingers.

You've infested the whole ship with your medieval madness." Dust smiled. "Not mine. Conn's. The Captain's word is Law.

Memory is a spiderweb. It hangs in a corner and collects dust. Unless you need it to catch a fly.

He seemed far too small to be the source of the air of wicked malice that surrounded him, but Dust knew better.

When Rien brought Perceval into Dust's embrace, she was cold.

Jacob Dust," he said. "Shipmind, shipsoul. Synthetic sapience. Distributed man. At your service, beloved.

In the house of dust, roll yourself in ashes.

One cannot love dust. One might as well put the hook in one's heart oneself.

Everyone else had forgotten, or was forbidden from remembering, which came to the same thing. Dust had never been human, but he remembered.

Mallory," Dust hissed. "And the familiar basilisk. You sent my maidens for them." "My maidens? The world's maidens, surely. Do you begrudge them a little assistance, a little education?" "That is no Ben Kenobi. More une belle quelquesomething sans merci." "The question stands, my dearest Dust.

I begrudge your assistance. And I begrudge Mallory." "Tough," Samael said. He stepped forward, bounced up on his toes, and planted a kiss on Dust's scaly cheek. "I know you want to be the last angel standing. But brother, so do I.

By the elements, by the ten directions. I have not forgotten. My name is Jacob Dust, and I have not forgotten.

It sounded religious to her. We come from dust. We are stardust. We are dust on the wind.

Dust was an Angel. He was by nature a servant, even if his service often meant something more like mastery.

But the world turned, and it changed, and eventually all tyrants fell to become dust.

I'm not turning my back on Norway. But I'm not a Northman, I'm an Earthman. I live on a planet. And the planet is sailing through space. What is Oslo? A speck. A moaning dust mote. And the forests here in the north are so cold, so cold.

We are mortal clay, and we return to dust. All cultures recognize this truth, but nowadays we treat it as a mere metaphor. It is more than that. As you explore your own body, you are in fact exploring this element of nature itself. You are also developing the qualities of earth within yourself: solidity, shape, firmness, and strength.

By all the rules of modern fiction there should have been gunsmoke mingling its acrid blue with the brown haze of corral dust. Dead men should have fallen and been trampled... Nothing of this sort happened.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns the water, or but writes in dust.

Open shelving may be fashionable, but a closed cabinet door is the best way to stop grease and dust collecting in the first place.

I'm full of dust and guitars.

Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back, Guiltie of dust and sin.

That flesh is but the glass, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.