Quotes About Dust

Spolveriamoci il cuore e non pensiamoci più.

Time which antiquates Antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things.

Time ... antiquates antiquities, and hath an art to make dust of all things.

For men use, if they have an evil turn, to write it in marble: and whoso doth us a good turn we write it in dust.

And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.

And now," she passed her hand across her eyes, "now it is all over. The idol has come sliding down its pedestal to fawn and grovel with all the other infatuates in the dust about my feet.

The "boys"? Those cement faces and eyes of hate that burned the clothes off you if they happened to see you lounging on the main street downtown on Saturday. Boys? It seemed that youth had never happened to them. Boys? No, rather men who were covered with graves' dust and age without beauty or learning. The ugliness and rottenness of old abominations.

she can feel that burden sometimes like a wall pressing in over the dome of the false sky that bounds the city. *Someone has to*, she says again, as if the ghost is somewhere in the machines that create this Seaheaven, as if he might have cared and turns away, walks back down the vivid street, the dust soft and almost real against her feet.

Hold fast To the law Of the last Cold tome, Where the earth Of the truth Lies thick On the page, And the loam Of faith In the ink Long fled From the drone Of the nib Flows on Through the breath Of the bone Reborn In a dawn Of doom Where blooms The rose For the winds The child For the tomb The thrush For the hush Of song, The corn For the scythe And the thorn In wait For the heart Till the last Of the first Depart, And the least Of the past Is dust And the dust Is lost. Hold fast!

The rain streamed through the window and splashed on the boards, so that little beads of dust ran to and fro on the floor like globules of mercury.

There is no calm for those who are uprooted. They are wanderers, homesick and defiant. Love itself is helpless to heal them though the dust rises with every footfall - drifts down the corridors - settles on branch or cornice - each breath an inhalation from the past so that the lungs, like a miner's, are dark with bygone times. Whatever they eat, whatever they drink, is never the bread of home or the corn of their own valleys. It is never the wine of their own vineyards. It is a foreign brew.

If the world should stop revolving, spinning slowly down to dust "I'd spend the end with you, "And when the world was through "Then one by one the stars would all go out, "Then you and I would simply fly away.

He shrugged and dusted dustless hands, one against the other. He

The LORD God formed the man out of the dust from the ground and breathed the breath of life into his nostrils. Genesis 2:7

My life is down in the dust; give me life through Your word. I told You about my life, and You listened to me. Psalm 119:25–26

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I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

She hands him his coffee; crosses to the doorway; motes of dust flutter nervously in her wake.

Desván donde el polvo viejo congrega estatuas y musgos, cajas que guardan silencio de cangrejos devorados en el sitio donde el sueño tropezaba con su realidad.

Love with his gilded bow and crystal arrows Has slain us all, Has pierced the English sparrows Who languish for each other in the dust, While from their bosoms, puffed with hopeless lust, The red drops fall.

The tires bore down, kicking up dust like an Arabian stampede. Elizabeth flipped off the car stereo. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell that she was studying my profile. I wondered what she saw, and my heart started fluttering.

People lose fifty million skin cells every day. The cells get scraped off and turn into invisible dust, and disappear into the air. Maybe we are nothing but skin cells as far as the world is concerned.

Even after the ringing stopped, the sound of the bell lingered through the evening gloom like the dust floating in the air.

We need responsible regulations, not regulations that have gone wild. For example, the EPA has a rule that is going to be implemented Jan. 1, 2012, where they're going to begin to regulate dust. That's right, dust. It's called PM 2.5. That is focusing on the wrong thing.