Dust Quotes

I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.

If it's true love, then it will abide. If it was a fleeting crush, then it will turn to dust. Either way, the truth will out.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

A truth comes out when it must; A dream comes true when it will. Though the world turn to ash and dust A secret’s a secret still.

What do you want exactly? (Fang) An end to the mistreatment of small, fluffy dust bunnies. (Thorn)

But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when a shaft of light hits it.

The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope.

If you are bathed In God's Forgiveness-Light, Then no dust of earth Will be able to cling to you.

Alas, why does my mind have to walk through the dust of the past every day?

A mother needs to be in the home even when the kids aren’t. A messy house sends a coded message to children: “I’m not loveable. Otherwise Mother would dust.

I think it's a mistake for people to rush out to set out a timetable right now for activating article 50 ... The dust hasn't begun to settle.

The low bird is not picked tenderly out of the dust by its fellows; rather, it is dispatched quickly and without mercy.

And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.

We are all of us invented. We are all of us cobbled together from cartilage and dust. Few of us know with certainty the name of our maker. But I do... Bram Stoker.

Glenn is going to bring a couple of sumo costumes down so we might have a dust-up in the technical area, that should make good TV

i will show you fear in a handful of dust." t.s. eliot we don't actually fear death, we fear that no one will notice our absence, that we will disappear without a trace.

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Halleluiah amen, you are dismissed.

It's only when all the dust is completely gone from the mirror, and there is only mirror, no dust, that we're really enlightened. So that's a lot of work.

I am incomplete without my work. I am so closely bound to it, so much identified by it, that without it I think I would crumble into dust and drift away.

All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [ . . . ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.

I ask no risen dust to teach me immortality; I am conscious of eternal life.

Forget all feuds, and shed one English tear O'er English dust. A broken heart lies here.

Can honor's voice provoke the silent dust, or flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death?

The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust.

The dust comes secretly day after day, Lies on my ledge and dulls my shining things. But O this dust I shall drive away Is flowers and kings, Is Solomon's temple, poets, Nineveh.

Compare the silent rose of the sun And rain, the blood-rose living in its smell, With this paper, this dust. That states the point.

THIS dust was once the Man, / Gentle, plain, just and resolute—under whose cautious hand, / Against the foulest crime in history known in any land or age, / Was saved the Union of These States.

The sublime is contained in a grain of dust.

As much as thinking this upsets me, I'm starting to see that I need the merry-go-round much more than it needs me, and in the end my choice is to hop back on or get left in the dust.

How some dare scorn (as if a fabulous lie) that they should rise whom death to dust doth bind -- and like to beasts, a beastly life they lead, who naught attend save death when they are dead.

Let us go forth, the tellers of tales, and seize whatever prey the heart long for, and have no fear. Everything exists, everything is true, and the earth is only a little dust under our feet.

Good Hamlet, cast thy nighted colour off ... Do not for ever with thy vailed lids Seek for thy noble father in the dust.

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

Good friend for Jesus sake forbeare, To digg the dust encloased heare! Blest be the man that spares thes stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.

When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover.

Quotologists encounter happy surprises, bright books by faded authors, treasures hidden under dust.

We the living are to blame for the painfulness of being dead.

Refusal to engage in spiritual warfare does not exempt you from being among the next casualties of war

Any church that operates in prayerless and powerless Christianity spend their days and years conducting dust to dust rites in the burial grounds.

Do the most difficult thing if that is what will pay you. Dust the Rust if you Must. Success never comes with ease.

But even of him I can think of with sorrow, now at this moment.Those times, those people...have gone. How can there be fury felt for things that are gone to dust.

Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or...""Or we'll die?" I guessed."Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes.""Let's avoid the swords, " I decided.

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.

Its truly ironical how arrogant we are about dust being here and there and end up sleeping in the dust forever!

For if we're destroyed, the knowledge is dead...We're nothing more than dust jackets for books...so many pages to a person...

My maid never sweeps under the bed so I asked her to do so today. Found a pen, three pairs of shoes and the man I had lost two years ago.

The tragedy of power like mine is that there is no way down. There can only be extinction. Dust to dust rags to rags fear to fear.

My Gullah grandfather is bringing a bag of dust to a vampire war. I feel better.

We are made of spirit, mind, soul, and a little pixie dust.