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Quotes About Dust

Its voice was the voice of clockwork mechanism, full of rust and oil, dust and dead spiders and fragments of macerated time.
~ Sarah Monette
Rawdon knew better than anyone that Becky's promises never amounted to anything but a handful of dust.
~ Sarra Manning
whether it's the bitter treasury of folk wisdom or sweet adages and dicta, whether it's the dust of the bedamned or the dismay of the beloved, the sacks of bums or Judas's sums, whether it's movement from or standing by, the lies of the defrauded or the truths of the defamed, whether war or peace, whether stages or studios, taints or torments, whether darkness or light, hatred or pity, in life and beyond it—whether it's any of these, or anything else, you have to make good sense of it.
~ Sasha Sokolov
Everything personal is business with us." She brushed the dust from his cheek against her coat. "And all of our damned business is personal.
~ Scott Lynch
God is not worn out running the galaxy. He's not taxed at all guiding every dust particle all the time.
~ John Piper
The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.
~ Walter Savage Landor
flattened myself out in the dust like a postage stamp
~ Mark Twain
The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of humans into apparitions. There were no people on the street anymore. They were rumors carrying bags.
~ Markus Zusak
The only sign of war was a cloud of dust migrating from east to west. It looked through the windows, trying to find a way inside, and as it simultaneously thickened and spread, it turned the trail of humans into apparitions.
~ Markus Zusak
There was no certainty; only the appeal to that mocking oracle they called History, who gave her sentence only when the jaws of the appealer had long since fallen to dust.
~ Arthur Koestler
THE VOICE: The best I cannot call it, nor the worst. Its name is Dust; and like them all, it rolls: And therefore dizzy sometimes grows the race, And seems to be half foolish and half mad— Take courage, child—a trial, that is all!
~ August Strindberg
On typical days, (dust) is simply irritating. On Roid Rage days, it made me want to stomp down to the highway, pull drivers out of their cars, and bash their faces into pavement; Suck up that dirt like a good little Electrolux, Jersey Boy Bitch.
~ Augusten Burroughs
What is lint? How does it find hair dryers and navels?
~ Augusten Burroughs
Dentro un raggio di sole che entra dalla finestra, talvolta vediamo la vita nell'aria. E la chiamiamo polvere.
~ Stefano Benni
A mother needs to be in the home even when the kids aren't. A messy house sends a coded message to children: "I'm not loveable. Otherwise Mother would dust.
~ Stephen Colbert
I think that when we die we return to dust. But there's a sense in which we live on, in our influence, and in our genes that we pass on to our children. We have this one life to appreciate the grand design of the universe, and for that I am extremely grateful.
~ Stephen Hawking
You are a dust with beautiful spirit.
~ Lailah Gifty Akita
The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed, And my head, worn out with love, at rest In my hands, and my hands full of dust.
~ Ted Hughes
A whirlwind had entered the room and turned the whole thing upside down. Now it settled around Alice, tiny dust motes glittering as they fell.
~ Jojo Moyes
If dust was present, it was hiding in fear.
~ Jonathan Kellerman
They were all lawyers, all schooled in the authority of words, though as their words turned to dust a pall of impotence and futility settled over the mission.
~ Ben Fountain
The ages crumble down like dust, Dark roses, deviously thrust And scattered in sweet wine -- but I, I shall lift up to you my cry, And kiss your wet lips presently Beneath the ever-living Tree.
~ benet stephen vincent iii
Physically, too, he had faded, his features become indistinct, as if a fine sifting of dust had settled uniformly over him.
~ Benjamin Black
So he lay there, desperate as a beetle fallen on its back, trying not to think of all the things he did not want to think of, as the dawn sifted into the room like a radiant gray dust.
~ Benjamin Black