Dust Quotes
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There had come to him one of those moments of quiet despair that lie in wait for even the happiest. Stealthy-footed they leap upon us, as we walk along the street, as we sit at evening with fruit and wine upon the table and laughter on our lips, as we wake suddenly from sleep in the hour before dawn; neither at our work nor our play nor our prayers are we safe, those moments can leap at any time out of the blackness around human life and suddenly the colors that we have nailed to our mast are there no longer and all that we have grasped is dust.
Elizabeth Goudge
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Jazz washes away the dust of every day life.
Art Blakey
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We are suffering today from a species of Christianity as dry as dust, as cold as ice, as pale as a corpse, and as dead as King Tut. We are suffering not from a lack of correct heads but of consumed hearts.
Vance Havner
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Stick a needle in your arm, you bite the dust, you buy the farm.
Alice Cooper
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Particular nuisances (are) smoke, sewage odours, dust and similar aerosols, and vibrations.
Yehuda Levi
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And I know now that all the time I was trying to get out of the dust, the fact is, what I am, I am because of the dust. And what I am is good enough. Even for me.
Karen Hesse
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For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments.
Fyodor Dostoevsky
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But then the girl moved, and smiled, and pulled her hand from the grate- a gorgeous green stone clutched tightly in her grasp. It was covered with dust and cobwebs, but it was uncracked and unharmed. And, of course, completely fake.
Ally Carter
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Whatever is a cruel wrong, Whatever is unjust, The honest years that speed along Will trample in the dust.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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But as it is to the dust that we go down at death, so it is from the dust that we arise at the resurrection.
G. H. Pember
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Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Halleluiah amen, you are dismissed.
Ted Dekker
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And no. I must not go on thinking. For the pain will never go away. You just go on and live. In the dust of desertion. Still falling where last I loved.
J. P. Donleavy
