That's what I'm about -- getting engaged. Too many people don't wade in the mud with the politicians.
I can feel it. . . the chance to start over, to live right, to love right, to burn up in a fiery cloud and never again be buried in the mud.
You put a guy on a desert island, he'll do it to mud, a chicken, a barrel, anything, a knothole.
What if I’ve forgotten the most important thing? What if somewhere inside me there is a dark limbo where all the truly important memories are heaped and slowly turning into mud?. . . the thought fills me with an almost unbearable sorrow.
We can't blame children for occupying themselves with Facebook rather than playing in the mud. Our society doesn't put a priority on connecting with nature. In fact, too often we tell them it's dirty and dangerous.
The to Cathal was battered and only one wagon wide, with swells of hard earth where mud had frozen during cold ad rainy seasons. Enna tripped often, and cursed each time she tripped, until Dasha said, "Enna, you might watch your language. " Enna grimaced. "I was. You should hear my thoughts.
They talk about their Pilgrim blood, their birthright high and holy! a mountain-stream that ends in mud thinks is melancholy.
Meanwhile myself et cetera lay quietly in the deep mud et cetera (dreaming, et cetera, of your smile eyes knees and of your Etcetera. )
Seattle was built out on pilings over the sea, and at high tide the whole city seemed to come afloat like a ship lifting free from a mud berth and swaying in its chains.
I had some Barbies, but they were few and far between the mud fights.
If you born in the mud, you gonna be dirty, and people don't understand that.
When you reach for the stars you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.
You gotta go in the mud sometimes to figure who you are.
There's no smoke without mud being flung around.
Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud, Hatch out.
We cannot trample upon the humanity of others without devaluing our own. The Igbo, always practical, put it concretely in their proverb Onye ji onye n'ani ji onwe ya: 'He who will hold another down in the mud must stay in the mud to keep him down. '
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, humming, soaring roaring diving, and then buried in mud. And why? What's this passion for?
she had a laugh that hinted it had rolled around once or twice in the mud.