Quotes About Mud

The "guest house" was a creaking carcass of a shed that was being slowly sucked into the muddy ground.

There aren't four seasons in Rocky Mountains, but three: summer, winter, and mud.

there were three kinds of thermal features in the world: geysers, mud pots, and fumaroles (steam vents), and Yellowstone featured them all.

three kinds of thermal features in the world: geysers, mud pots, and fumaroles (steam vents), and Yellowstone featured them all.

You from the IRS? The man's voice was deep and wet, like mud slipping down a drain.

That was the problem with expectations: they were good only as long as they lasted. Better not to expect anything at all. Better to join the cold-blooded, big-eyed creatures slithering in the mud at the bottom of the canal, animals that didn't have to worry about love and hope and expectation. Because as soon as you grew two legs and learned to walk upright, you were pretty much doomed to a lifetime of disappointments.

There are two kinds of creation myths: those where life arises out of the mud, and those where life falls from the sky. In this creation myth, computers arose from the mud, and code fell from the sky.

My best friend was a magpie goose, and my magpie goose would follow me around, and we'd dance in the zoo together. Then I'd be covered in mud!

A city built upon mud; A culture built upon profit; Free speech nipped in the bud, The minority always guilty. Why should I want to go back To you, Ireland, my Ireland?

I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.

Memories stuck under our shoes like thick mud

…and available man candy. But at least there would be mud, and maybe cows." p12

They stopped on the bridge to look into the swift eddying flow of the yellow Tiber, a mud puddle in strenuous motion;

we were too young- and the ground too muddy- for our small part of the earth to move.

These westbound pioneers slogged through the morass on foot, or in wagons drawn by mules and oxen. Impossible for them to conceive that their mud march would one day become sport for modern Americans

And that the waters had receded in less than two days, a breathtaking reversal, leaving the town choked with rust and mud, seemed to him a perfect demonstration of the brutality of destruction—it can all happen in a second, he had thought; they might not even have known it was coming.

She wants fire, and Dorne sent her mud. You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

She sighed. "I wish I had their faith. Crimson is a Lannister color." "That thing's not crimson," Ser Brynden said. "Nor Tully red, the mud red of the river. That's blood up there, child, smeared across the sky." "Our blood or theirs?" "Was there ever a war where only one side bled?

Does this mud look like shit to you? Could it be that this whole hill is made of Craster"s shit?" Jon smiled. "Well, I hear he's been here a long time," ...

My brothers have my measure when it comes to fighting and dancing and thinking and reading books, but none of them is half my equal at lying insensible in the mud.

Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

You could make a poultice out of mud to cool a fever. You could plant seeds in mud and grow a crop to feed your children. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

Il fango ti può nutrire, mentre il fuoco ti ridurrà in cenere, ma i folli, i bambini e le fanciulle scelgono sempre il fuoco. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

At last, after much effort, there came a prolonged belch from the mud and Larry shot to the surface and we hauled him up the bank. He stood there, covered with the black and stinking slush, looking like a chocolate statue that has come in contact with a blast furnace; he appeared to be melting as we watched.