Quotes About Mud

But many details were considered too small and mundane for the Centurions' purposes. They tapped the mud too briefly for things like new-fangled coffee-makers to matter. Instant coffee that tasted like a wet dream was apparently one of them.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

Even saints do not smile sweetly when God throws them into mud puddles. Only pigs do that.

And the lonesomeness in the sparks make them hunt for one another, but the mud is deaf and dumb. Like all the other tumbling mud-balls, Janie had tried to show her shine.

The mud splashes you as you drive through it in your carriage—you are a respectable person; you go afoot and are splashed—you are a scoundrel

Il voyait le monde comme un océan de boue dans lequel un homme se plongeait jusqu'au cou, s'il y trempait le pied.

The false student is the one whose eyes are fixed upon heaven because his feet are planted in mud.

Playful footsteps, a child's footsteps dance over mud and mire. What seems a horror to eyes of age, brings joy to a child's fire.

We followed him to the cut bank of the river and watched as the underside of his truck suddenly became visible. The jump didn't get very far and, as anticipated, the wheels and most of the front of the Toyota sank into the soft mud of the Powder River effectively ending the vehicular portion of George's getaway.

Low tide smells mud-black and tangy, but high tide smells clean and salty.

Jump into an open grave? What kind of idiot are you? Butters replied. I might as well put on a red shirt and volunteer for the away team. There's snow and ice and slippery mud down there. That's like asking for an ironically broken neck.

The warehouse was a part of the wharves down at the lakeside, and even the chill waters of Lake Michigan were warmer than usual. They filled the air with more than the average water-scent of mud and mildew and eau de dead fishy.

Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full-blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an hour, the trees wail, little animals skitter in the mud and everything gets dark and goes completely wild.

I want a certain density that encourages savoring. I want to slide warp over woof, I want to make knots. I want entanglement, unexpected connections, reverberations, the weight of pouring rain on red earth. Mud is where life begins.

Frogs in the marsh mud drone their old lament.

The reason such elementary things have to be explained to the Russian "democrats" is that they are so immersed right up to their ears in the mud of petty-bourgeois ideas that to imagine any but a petty-bourgeois order of things is quite beyond them.

An election is a moral horror, as bad as a battle except for the blood; a mud bath for every soul concerned in it.

Oh yes. Draw your hem back from my mud, little sister.

A few are addicted to mud. They wallow in it constantly." "They can't have many friends." "That's the funny thing! They have almost as many friends as the clean people. The trouble is, the friends are all the same kind of people.

Just to have ordinary, garden-variety human consciousness is unspeakably extraordinary. We are the luckiest of mud. No need to consider further: we'd be perfectly justified to stop right here with tears of wonder and gratitude pouring down our cheeks.

Animals had returned to what was left of the forest...clusters of orange butterflies exploded off the blackish purple piles of bear sign and winked and fluttered magically like leaves without trees. More bears than people traveled the muddy road, leaving tracks straight up and down the middle of it...

I heard you went to Ireland...I haven't seen it in many years. Is it still green then, and beautiful? Wet as a bath sponge and mud to the knees but, aye, it was green enough.

This close, it was still the song of spring, but that song was revealed to be what the pagans had always known it to be—the blind urge to seize, to mate, to spill blood and seed heedlessly into the earth, wallow in crushed flowers, writhe in the juices of grass and mud.

He would be an educational exhibit. People wouldn't learn much about the anatomy from him but they would learn all there was to know about war. That would be a great thing to concentrate war into one stump of a body and to show it to people so they could see the difference between a war that's in the newspaper headlines and liberty loan drives and a war that is fought out lonesomely in the mud somewhere a war between man and a high explosive shell.