Quotes About Dust

From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid transformations; the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind.

The dust was antique spice, burnt maple leaves, a prickling blue that teemed and sifted to earth. Swarming its own shadows, the dust filtered over the tents.

We're nothing more than dust jackets for books, of no significance otherwise.

Raw, gentle, and easy, it mizzled out of the high air, a special elixir, tasting of spells and stars and air, carrying a peppery dust in it, and moving like a rare light sherry on his tongue. Rain.

Ten minutes after death a man's a speck of black dust. Let's not quibble over individuals with memoriams. Forget them. Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

He felt that the stars had been pulverized by the sound of the black jets and that in the morning the earth would be covered with their dust like a strange snow.

The men were making too much noise, laughing, joking, to cover her terrible accusing silence below. She made the empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust go guilt that was sucked in their nostrils as they plunged about.

All the time he had been talking his hands had wandered over the Illustrations, as if to adjust their frames, to brush away dust- the motions of a connoisseur, an art patron.

Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars.

O kuo iš tikr?j? kvepia Laikas? Dulk?mis, laikrodžiais, žmon?mis.

I'm so scared i could sprinkle dust.

What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box-lids, and rain.

They lay blinking their dusty eyelids. ...Montag sat up. He did not move any further, however. The other men did likewise. The sun was touching the black horizon with a faint red tip.

She made empty rooms roar with accusation and shake down a fine dust of guilt that was sucked in their nostrils as they plunged about.

Ten minutes after death a man's a speck of black dust. Let's not quibble over individuals with memoriams. Forget them. Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.

It is not in the premise that reality Is a solid. It may be a shade that traverses A dust, a force that traverses a shade.

Can things whose end is always dust and disappointment be the real goods which our souls require?

Und dann kamen Buchimisten Ihre Bücher sah man nicht Sie versteckten sie in Kisten Ohne Luft und ohne Licht Sie verbrachten sie in Tiefen Wo sie träumen heute noch Niemand weiß mehr, wo sie schliefen Ewig sucht man diesen Ort Freude schöner Labyrinthe Bücher im Elysium Leder, Staub und alte Tinte Steig hinab und komm drin um!

But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust.

The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.

He who seeks water from an empty vessel may choke on its dust. (No Other Gods. pg. 223)

The pain was shrill enough, but the idea of a finger of mine twitching about, lost in chicken-pecked dust, was more terrible.

Dust is watching life's talk show.

The young were always theoretical; only the middle-aged could realize the deadliness of principles. To subdue one's self to one's own ends might be dangerous, but to subdue one's self to other people's ends was dust and ashes. Yet there were those, still more unhappy, who envied even the ashy saltiness of those dead sea apples.