Quotes About Mud

If bright water you stain with mud, you nevermore will find it fit to drink.

This is my secret--that any moment I might fly away. Everyone on earth but me--and now Violet--moves in slow motion, like they're filled with mud. We are faster than all of them.

Congratulations, you have a sense of humor. And to those who didn't: Go stick your head in the mud.

Above Ania, the moon is nearly full and the stars are as bright as always. Cassiopeia, Orion, Arachne...The names of the constellations return to her in her father's voice. They are all in their places, a buffer against the chaos and indifference of the universe. It is what is down here below them in the mud that is all wrong.

There were mists over the river and clouds on the mountain and the trucks splashed mud on the road and the troops were muddy and wet in their capes; their rifles were wet and under their capes the two leather cartridge-boxes on the front of the belts, gray leather boxes heavy with the packs of clips of thin, long 6.5 mm. cartridges, bulged forward under the capes so that the men, passing on the road, marched as though they were six months gone with child.

Raging rivers, bottomless mud and bitter cold', wrote a contemporary commentator, 'completed the destruction of an Italian offensive that was politically inept and militarily under-prepared.

Another effect of the heavy rainfall of the night of 17–18 June that worked against Napoleon was the way that it softened the ground, to the extent that cannonballs tended to plough into the mud, rather than bounce along hardened ground. A cannonball fired at sun-baked ground might bounce as many as five or six times, leaving death and carnage in its wake, while one that merely buried itself after its initial impact had only a fraction of that lethal capacity.

Fever coast, Mr Forshaw – mangrove swamp and mud. Not worth it." They kept a distance off the reef, well out of mosquito range.

There are eight or nine leading varieties of rice grown in Japan, all of which, except an upland species, require mud, water, and much puddling and nasty work. Rice is the staple food and the wealth of Japan. Its revenues were estimated in rice. Rice is grown almost wherever irrigation is possible.

Finding a lover is a false start. Fibrillations of the pitipat heart. The search for truth is a bum steer. It's much more likely we're looking for beer. What can I possibly rhyme with mud? Is "pod" close enough? Or "good"? It is the sentence that (sometimes) thinks. All the rest is twats and dinks.

Campaigns are a great bore; they are mostly about either finding enough water for your company, or being up to your knees in mud and all the food's gone bad. Battles are blessedly brief; but you're sick with terror before, blind with panic during, and miserable with horror by the results, when you have to bury your friends, or listen to them scream.

In all but killing terms, the battle ended in the last days of September and the main reason it ended was mud.

The veterans of the Somme have gone now but while they lived they talked incessantly of the mud of the Somme, mud which permeated everything, clogged rifles, flowed like lava into dugouts and trenches, sucked off boots, drowned wounded men and horses and made movement either impossible or a tremendous physical effort. To fight on the Somme was bad enough; to also fight the mud of the Somme was simply too much.

The sky darkened, the liquid singing of the blackbirds diminished and ceased, mud hens swam back to shore, climbed up the banks and huddled in the willows. The lights of a farm came on in the brown distance where patches of tule fog lay on the barren muddy fields. A wind came with the darkness, rattling the license plate, and a low, honking flight of geese passed.

Beneath the light, the river and hills are beautiful, The spring breeze bears the fragrance of flowers and grass. The mud has thawed, and swallows fly around. On the warm sand, mandarin ducks are sleeping

I have lived in Norfolk all my life. It inspires me, the sea, the limitless skies, the mud and the burning sunsets and the freedom of a place where more than 50% of the neighbours are fish.

So is the savage buffalo, especially delighting in dark places, where he can wallow in the mud and slake his thirst without much trouble; and here also we find the wild pig.

The lotus symbolizes purity, because it rises out of the mud but looks pristine.

For an instant he glared at me from the mud, and then with a burst of fury he came off the ground.

she found herself staring at a large puddle of some kind of fuzz-covered mud. Her mind barely registered it at first, but the more she gazed at the odd-looking mud, the more it drew her attention. The mud was dark and tar-like. Just above the surface, almost as if it were suspended in midair, there was a fuzzy yellowish-brown scum.

There's nothing worth less than what men think of you after you're back in the mud.

Back to the mud with you, Forley. We're the poorer, and the ground's the richer for it.

Strange, how quickly a king could become an animal. Or half a king half an animal. Perhaps even those we raise highest never get that far above the mud.

You can be as great a man as you please while you're alive. Makes not a straw of difference once you go back to the mud. And