Quotes About Dust

As I leafed through the book in front of me and watched the dust swirl in the air, I wondered if maybe there was some evil dormant virus in the pages that would infect me, like the mummy dust that used to kill archaeologists. Death by research. That was not a glorious end.

must not have known the difference, and it makes me sick when I realize all that I got wrong. I slow the Jeep as another big vehicle swings around a sharp curve ahead—the Johansens. They are car-proud people; the SUV's black finish glints perfection, and there isn't even a fine film of dust. So much

Let the pages burn, for such be the fate of the soul, that all our striving be dust, and none in the bright living world ever know truly what once lived and died in another heart. And let me dispense with my foolish dream of leaving the tracery of my thought whole, perhaps to be read in an age in which there is greater kindness. It is not such an age. Let the truth be ash.

Every palace and every work of art is only dust as yet unrealized, and time is the patient wind that will whither it all away.

It's not tragedy, the way they report it, not horror, certainly not war reporting. It's all spectacle, and once you let yourself see it that way, your soul begins to turn to dust.

What does it mean, all these tiny actions, these hidden secrets, these fragile humans with their hardships and friendships and fuckships that survive the slog-sprint through time? Don't you all realize? We all end up dust.

And sometimes a dust storm would stand off in the desert, towering so high it was like another city -- a terrifying new era approaching, blurring our dreams.

Julia saw the awe on my face. She recognised it. She pouted and graced me with a small, wry smile, then dropped her eyes and turned away as if to say, yes, here I am. I am a peerless pearl who has fallen from her setting. I have rolled into the dust under a couch and been forgotten. But, if you can see past the dust and the gloom, you will see that I am still a pearl.

Teilhard believed that each person is a universe wherein the dust of experience is gathered into a unity.

Según las más recientes teorías, la Tierra en su origen habría sido un pequeñísimo cuerpo frío que luego habría aumentado englobando meteoritos y polvo meteórico. Al principio creíamos que podíamos tenerla limpia –contó el viejo Qfwfq–, precisamente porque era pequeña y se podía barrer y desempolvar todos los días.

The fairy waved her scarlet wand, and a shower of sparkling red fairy dust floated softly down to the ground. Where the dust landed, all kinds of red flowers appeared with a pop!

If I were dead and buried And I heard your voice, Beneath the sod My heart of dust Would still rejoice.

Thus are dreams dashed and good intentions lost. Everything returns to the dust, and everything is reduced to blind fighting in the shadowed ruins of cities against men who were brothers until madness claimed their minds. Everything returns to the dirt, and the dirt becomes your camouflage, and hides your face and your cap badge in the dark, when death comes, growling, to find you out.

Your physical well being and thus your mental state, is God-given responsibility to you. Tending to them and get a clear sense of what your life is about before ashes and dust and you'll be having inner peace with your life

I feel, holding books, accommodating their weight and breathing their dust, an abiding love. I trust them, in a way that I can't trust my computer, though I couldn't do without it. Books are matter. My books matter. What would I have done through these years without the library and all its lovely books?

A bare bulb swished from side to side. Dust floated in what little light it threw and cobwebs hung from the rafters. It smelled of spiders.

This awesome, mighty God, who has just created the universe and put the stars in place with His fingers, now comes to a little speck of a planet called Earth and makes what appears to be a tiny insignificant speck of dust into the body of a man.

The moral of the story', he repeated, leaning forward and placing his hands flat on the desk in front of him, 'is that every so often a natural disaster comes along, an act of God, and it blows all the dust away and when it does people can see that whatever's left underneath ain't so pretty. You get it?' Denton

Love in a hut, with water and a crust, Is - Love, forgive us! - cinders, ashes, dust.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes and then our fears - and when These are dead the debt is due Dust claims dust - and we die too.

Its truly ironical how arrogant we are about dust being here and there and end up sleeping in the dust forever!

How much dust can a body make? Little specks of death. Measuring life in millimeters.