Quotes About Dust

I have only to break into the tightness of a strawberry, and I see summer – its dust and lowering skies.

Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.

Edmund Burke in his critique of the French Revolution. Any society, he wrote in Reflections on the Revolution in France, which destroys the fabric of its state, must soon be "disconnected into the dust and powder of individuality".

All of a sudden Yutaka realized he had created a cloud of dust all around him. Oh no! No! This sucks. This blows more than your mama! Hey, now's not the time to come up with stupid jokes!

brandishing a duster in anger.

Scientists estimate that it took a thousand years for an inch of topsoil to accumulate on the arid high plains. It was the work of a moment to blow it away. Topsoil exposed by the disc plows turned to dust, and the dust began to eddy, roil, and lift on the wind. "Rolling dusters," they were called, or "black blizzards." There were fourteen of them in 1932. The year after that, thirty-eight.

The whole fairground with all its memories would soon be smashed into the dust.

The longing for rain has become almost an obsession. We remember the gentle all-night rains that used to make a grateful music on the shingles close above our heads... But we waken to another day of wind and dust and hopes deferred, of attempts to use to the utmost every small resource, to care for the stock and poultry as well as we can with our scanty supplies, to keep our balance and to trust that upon some happier day our wage may even yet come in.

There is something about libraries, old libraries, that makes them seem almost sacred. There's a smell of paper and must and binding stuff. It's like all the books are fighting against decay, against turning into dust, and at the same time fighting for attention.

I believe in good and evil," said Jem. "And I believe the soul is eternal. But I don't believe in the fiery pit, the pitchforks, or endless torment. I do not believe you can threaten people into goodness." Tessa looked at will. "What about you? What do you believe? "Pulvis et umbra sumus," said Will, not looking at her as he spoke. "I believe we are dust and shadows. What else is there?

Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,Guilty of dust and sin.But quick-ey'd Love, observing me grow slackFrom my first entrance in,Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning,If I lack'd anything.

Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back Guilty of dust and sin. But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in, Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning, If I lacked any thing.

It is like dust.  You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it.  It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth.  But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands.  To shake off this drizzle of ashes you must be forever on the go.  And so people are always 'on the go'.

Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was; and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

The first man is of the earth, earthy.

Being all fashioned of the self-same dust. Let us be merciful as well as just.

All flesh shall perish together, and man shall turn again unto dust.

You just have to learn not to care about the dust mites under the beds.

Dust does not lift without wind.

Houses are full of things that gather dust

For when you realized that God is Everything you know that you've got to love everything no matter how bad it is, in the ultimate sense it was neither good nor bad (consider the dust), it was just what was, that is, what we made to appear.

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then; it would mix up all my friends and all I had left of my family in a big dust cloud over the American Night.

The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then; it would mix up all of my friends and all I had left of my family in a big dust cloud over the American Night.

In the morning I woke up and turned over; a big cloud of dust rose from the mattress. I yanked at the window; it was nailed. Tim Gray was in the bed too. We coughed and sneezed. Our breakfast consisted of stale beer. Babe came back from her hotel and we got our things together to leave.