Much of our ignorance is of ourselves. Our eyes are full of dust. Prejudice blinds us.
A man thinks all dust stays outdoors.
We are dust and shadow. [Lat. , Pulvis et umbra sumus. ]
In life or in football, touchdowns rarely take place in seventy yard increments. Usually it's three yards and a cloud of dust.
All the higher life forms scythed away, just like that. [. . . ] Nothing but dust and fundamentalists.
The works of Mozart may be easy to read, but they are very difficult to interpret. The least speck of dust spoils them. They are clear, transparent, and joyful as a spring, and not only those muddy pools which seem deep only because the bottom cannot be seen.
The body is not important. It is made of dust; it is made of ashes. It is food for the worms. The winds and the waters dissolve it and scatter it to the four corners of the earth. In the end, what we care most for only lasts a brief lifetime, and then there is eternity. Time forever. Millions of worlds are born, evolve, and pass away into nebulous, unmeasured skies; and there is still eternity. Time always. The body becomes dust and trees and exploding fire, it becomes gaseous and disappears, and still there is eternity. Silent, unopposed, brooding, forever.
There's many a white hand holds an urn With lovers' hearts to dust consumed.
Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your knots, soften your glare, settle your dust. This is the primal identity.
And if thought and emotion can persist in this way so long after the brain that sent them forth has crumpled into dust, how vitally important it must be to control their very birth in the heart, and guard them with the keenest possible restraint.
A man's very highest moment is, I have no doubt at all, when he kneels in the dust, and beats his breast, and tells all the sins of his life.
When I put the camera back to my eye, I noticed a particular guardsman pointing at me. I said, I'll get a picture of this, and his rifle went off. And almost simultaneously, as his rifle went off, a halo of dust came off a sculpture next to me, and the bullet lodged in a tree. I dropped my camera in the realization that it was live ammunition. I don't know what gave me the combination of innocence and stupidity. . . but I never took cover. (On photographing the shootings of students at Kent State, April, 1970. )
Ash on an old man's sleeve Is all the ash the burnt roses leave, Dust in the air suspended Marks the place where a story ended.
a windy March is lucky. Every pint of March dust brings a peck of September corn, and a pound of October cotton.
We say we are earthlings, not waterlings. Our blood is closer to seawater than our bones to soil, but thats no matter. The sea is the cradle we all rocked out of, but its to dust that we go. From the time that water invented us, we began to seek out dirt. The further we separate ourselves from the dirt, the further we separate ourselves from ourselves. Alienation is a disease of the unsoiled.
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
How much more do they deserve our reverence and praise, whose lives are devoted to the formation of institutions, which, when they and their children are mingled in the common dust, may continue to cherish the principles and the practice of liberty in perpetual freshness and vigour.
The modern city consists of. . . dark, narrow streets full of gasoline fumes, coal dust, and toxic gasses, torn by the noise.
If you are bathed In God's Forgiveness-Light, Then no dust of earth Will be able to cling to you.
Worry, doubt, fear and despair are the enemies which slowly bring us down to the ground and turn us to dust before we die.