We've found 22 quotes for 'DUST' (0.539 seconds):
| "Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal DUST thou art, to DUST returnest, Was not spoken of the soul." »Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| "He was a cowboy, mister, and he loved the land. He loved it so much he made a woman out of dirt and married her. But when he kissed her, she disintegrated. Later, at the funeral, when the preacher said, 'DUST to DUST,' some people laughed, and the cowboy shot them. At his hanging, he told the others, 'I'll be waiting for you in heaven---with a gun.'" »Jack Handey Deep Thoughts |
| "Life's dirty. Life's unclean you know. It's birth, it's sex, it's the intestinal tract. One big squishy, unsanitary mess. It never gets any cleaner either. You know, DUST to DUST, worms crawl in, worms crawl out, right Even though we know that, we still walk the walk, we still live the life. We're like a bunch of little kids. Little kids, you know, we jump in this big old pond of mud and we're slapping it all over our face, rubbing our hair all down our backs and we're making these glorious, gooey, mud pies. That's us." »Andrew Schneider |
| "I will show you fear in a handful of DUST." »T. S. Eliot |
| "Art washes away from the soul the DUST of everyday life." »Pablo Picasso |
| "Music washes away from the soul the DUST of everyday life." »Berthold Auerbach |
| "I too shall lie in the DUST when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown." »Homer |
| "Noble souls, through DUST and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger." »John Bay |
| "If the point is sharp, and the arrow is swift, it can pierce through the DUST no matter how thick." »Bob Dylan |
| "Yet after brick and steel and stone are gone, and flesh and blood are DUST, the dream lives on." »Anderson H. Scruggs |
| "But each day brings its petty DUST Our soon-chok'd souls to fill, And we forget because we must, And not because we will." »Matthew Arnold |
| "I've lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust Now all that's left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to DUST." »Alekandr Sergeyevick Pushkin |
| "The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible And indescribably as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-DUST caught, A segment of the rainbow which I have clutched." »Henry David Thoreau |
| "Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for insects as well as for the stars. Human beings, vegetables or cosmic DUST, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper." »Albert Einstein |
| "I would rather be ashes than DUST I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time." »Jack London |
| "At last is Hector stretch'd upon the plain,Who fear'd no vengeance for Patroclus slainThen, Prince You should have fear'd, what now you feelAchilles absent was Achilles stillYet a short space the great avenger stayed,Then low in DUST thy strength and glory laid." »Homer |
| "Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dreamFor the soul is dead that slumbers,and things are not what they seem.Life is real Life is earnestAnd the grave is not its goalDUST thou art to DUST returnest,Was not spoken of the soul." »Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
| "The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by DUST and sweat and blood, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause who at best, if he wins, knows the thrills of high achievement, and, if he fails, at least fails daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." »John Fitzgerald Kennedy |
| "The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by DUST and sweat and blood who strives valiantly who errs and comes short again and again, who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, and spends himself in a worthy cause who at best, knows the triumph of high achievement and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat." »Theodore Roosevelt |
| "If we work upon marble, it will perish if we work upon brass, time will efface it if we rear temples, they will crumble into DUST but if we work upon immortal minds and instill into them just principles, we are then engraving that upon tablets which no time will efface, but will brighten and brighten to all eternity." »Daniel Webster |
| "It is not the critic that counts not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or the doer of deeds could have them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the Arena, whose face is marred by DUST and sweat and blood who strives valiantly who errs and comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming but he who does actually strive to do the deed who knows the great devotion who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best, knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails while daring greatly, knows that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls, who know neither victory nor defeat." »Theodore Roosevelt |
| "The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures. It is the same life that shoots in joy through the DUST of the earth in numberless blades of grass and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers. It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth and of death, in ebb and in flow. I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life. And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood this moment." »Rabindranath Tagore |
| BTW, Why won't you become an editor? |
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