Quotes About Dust

what does old Donne say? "God knows in what part of the world every grain of every man's dust lies

Excuse my dust.

She is happy, for she knows That her dust is very pretty

Because the air was thick with animal hair and dust, my nose was continually inflamed and runny, and every fifteen seconds I would sneeze. Any thought I could not explore, develop, and bring to some logical conclusion within fifteen seconds would therefore be forcibly expelled from my head, along with a great deal of mucus.

It turned its heavy eyes on Zaphod and clicked its beak in a desultory fashion. "Go away," said Zaphod. "Okay," muttered the bird morosely and flapped off into the dust again.

There's a respected theory in astronomy called Panspermia," Glinn finally continued. "It holds that life may have spread through the galaxy in bacteria or spores carried on meteorites or in clouds of dust. But

But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who's dead.

The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, What a dust do I raise!

What monstrous absurdities and paradoxes have resisted whole batteries of serious arguments, and then crumbled swiftly into dust before the ringing death-knell of a laugh!

Dirty Freds... I love this filthy old place. I love the dust and the dirt, the crappy old books and the objects of art.

Masai and elephants. The rest is dust.

'Honor in the Dust' is less about the freedom of the Philippines than the soul of the United States.

A cardinal rule of politics is that if an issue has the potential to cause problems for a candidate, it is best to deal with it well before the election so the dust has time to settle.

She was repulsively furred with neglect and poverty, as even a good glove that has dropped down behind a bed in a hotel and has lain undisturbed for a day or two is repulsive when the chambermaid retrieves it from the dust and fluff.

Arise! Arise! Put on your strength, O Zion! Put on your beautiful garments, Jerusalem, the holy city; for the uncircumcised and the unclean shall never again enter you. Shake off the dust from yourself, stand up, O captive Jerusalem; release the bonds from your neck, O captive daughter of Zion.

It's an old song that's been played on all the jukeboxes in America. The song has been around so long that it's been recorded on the very dust of America and it has settled on everything and changed chairs and cars and toys and lamps and windows into billions of phonographs to play that song back into the ear of our broken heart.

Human nature, essentially changeable, unstable as the dust, can endure no restraint; if it binds itself it soon begins to tear madly at its bonds, until it renders everything asunder, the wall, and the bonds and its very self.

And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust.

Civilizations rose and fell and in the end everything was dust and sand. Nothing beside remained. Hotels, maybe.

Why would a man not argue his own shameful culpability, why would he not crave responsibility for disaster, when the alternative was to feel himself to be nothing more than a speck of human dust?

So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, 'Thou must,' The youth whispers, 'I can.

Men," Thom murmured. "Men who shook the pillars of heaven and rocked the world on its foundations." He shook his head. "It doesn't matter. Forget about them. They are dust now.

Ash on an old man's sleeve / Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, / Dust in the air suspended / Marks the place where a story ended.

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.