Quotes About Mud

Essa lama que lhe chapeava as pernas, numa pasta cinzenta ao jeito dos elefantes. Parecia envergar África, besuntado dos seus fluidos mais viscerais.

As far as Sabrina could tell, the only crop this town grew was mud.

This was suburban Surrey, the land of the A and B social classes in the terminology of pollsters, where passports lay at the ready and Range Rovers stood in the driveway. Range Rovers? The only time they ever encountered mud was when being driven carelessly over front lawns late on a Friday night or when dropping off their little Johnnies and Emmas at their private schools.

I learned a spell many years ago from an Inuit shaman. It changes the consistency of running water, turning it to something like thick sticky mud. Effectively, it allows you to walk on water. Inuits use it when they're hunting polar bears out on ice floes. I wanted to see if it worked on warm salt water.

Orice om are o panta funest?. A mea duce-n mocirl?. Aici m? goneÅŸte Speranza când se-nr?ieÅŸte ÅŸi-mi arat? chipul ei de brut?. Mocirla e-nfrangerea, e viciul meu. pag 37

Život je blatna cesta.

My only fear is that my absence has gained more weight and popularity than my presence. The past is praised while the present is dragged through the mud.

Nina felt an inordinate pleasure, a pleasure that seemed to creep up on her the way the mud oozed through her barefoot toes.

This coffee tastes like mud! Well, it was ground this morning.

Never wrestle with pigs for the pigs remain clueless and you end up muddy.

It was as if he were just playing, splashing and swishing like a child busy cooking up some ghastly brew of water, grass, and mud, which he then asserts to be soup.

Guy cradled his tux, stroking it, running his fingers incestuously over the satin stripe on the trousers. There is a satisfaction that only superb clothing can offer, the joy of man raising himself from the mud, vindicating evolution. Life cannot lack purpose if a tuxedo exists—this is the obvious reply to the Samuel Beckett canon.

small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.

Mud covered me from face to feet. I couldn't straighten my body, however much I tried to. But I was alive. I was alive and I could do seventy push-ups in the mud with a freaking bazooka tied to my back.

Quem na lama quer remexer, que lama seja.

So they took Jeremiah and dropped him into the cistern of Malchiah, the kingís son, which was in the courtyard of the guard. They lowered Jeremiah with ropes into the cistern, which had no water but only mud, and Jeremiah sank down into the mud.

When Jesus had said this, He spit on the ground, made some mud, and applied it to the manís eyes.

He answered, “The man they call Jesus made some mud and anointed my eyes, and He told me to go to Siloam and wash. So I went and washed and received my sight.”

Now the day on which Jesus had made the mud and opened his eyes was a Sabbath.

So the Pharisees also asked him how he had received his sight. The man answered, “He put mud on my eyes, and I washed, and now I can see.”