Quotes by Dust Remember the coffin where men All must to dust be returning. Henri Cazalis dust men death Where the past is venerated the clean and those who clean things up should be kept out. Piety is never happy without a little dust, dirt, and rubbish. Friedrich Nietzsche dust littles past I have investigated the dust-heaps of humanity, and found a treasure in all of them. I have found that humanity is not incidentally engaged, but eternally and systematically engaged, in throwing gold into the gutter and diamonds into the sea. Gilbert K. Chesterton dust humanity sea From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dust death art Why let your fury lay deep inside you, sullenly boiling your blood into silent steam and griding your bones to dust? I it not better to thrust it out with great velocity from every pore, with your every action? Let your actions speak your legend. The physical is the manifestation of the spirit. Let your spirit be teeming with fury. Let your strength be unusual and controlled. The average is the borderline that keeps mere men in their place. Those who step over the line are heroes by the very act. Go. Henry Rollins dust hero men Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches. Henry Van Dyke dust feet tree Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow stronger dust soul The true harvest of my life is intangible - a little star dust caught, a portion of the rainbow I have clutched. Henry David Thoreau intangible-quality dust stars We need responsible regulations, not regulations that have gone wild. For example, the EPA has a rule that is going to be implemented Jan. 1, 2012, where they're going to begin to regulate dust. That's right, dust. It's called PM 2.5. That is focusing on the wrong thing. Herman Cain pms dust example Cheat me not with time, Hilda Doolittle ankles dust time When a man dies he kicks the dust. Henry David Thoreau kicks dust men How beautiful is the rain! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dust rain beautiful It's too early for there to be any coffee. I stare dully at the empty pot in the common room, while Sam picks up a jar of instant grounds. "Don't," I warn him. He scoops up a heaping spoonful and, heedlessly, shovels it into his mouth. It crunches horribly. Then his eyes go wide. "Dry," he croaks. "Tongue...shriveling." I shake my head, picking up the jar. "It's dehydrated. You're supposed to add water. Good thing you're mostly made of water." He tries to say something. Brown powder dusts his shirt. "Also," I tell him, "that's decaf. Holly Black coffee dust eye Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just Henry Wadsworth Longfellow fashion dust self Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant or crest-fallen, according as we have borne ourselves. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dust clouds life Take from the Bible the Godship of Christ, and it would be but a heap of dust. Henry Ward Beecher dust would-be christ I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away! Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wall dust heart The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow dust sleep wind I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls, And breathes a benison o'er the sleeping dust. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wall dust sleep I stare at this ceaseless, rushing crowd and imagine a time a hundred years from now. In a hundred years everybody here-me included-will have disappeared from the face of the earth and turned into ashes or dust. A weird thought, but everything in front of me starts to seem unreal, like a gust of wind could blow it all away. Haruki Murakami dust blow years «1516171819202122232425»
