Top 36 Quotes About Dust In The Wind
#1. Your hope doesn't come from within-not in the sense of self, anyway. It comes from God alone. If not, then it will crumble and blow as dust to the wind. You have only to fix your sights on Jesus.
Tracie Peterson
#2. The sound of the Gion Shoja temple bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that to flourish is to fall. The proud do not endure, like a passing dream on a night in spring; the mighty fall at last, to be no more than dust before the wind.
Helen Craig McCullough
#3. Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no color in anything except the posters that were plastered everywhere.
George Orwell
#4. Running in the wind, in the pollen and dust, a flower in flight
Vladimir Nabokov
#5. Do not be dust in the wind, but the wind that creates the dust storm.
E.W. Greenlee
#6. If anything is endemic to Wyoming it is wind. This big room of space is swept out daily, leaving a bone yard of fossils, agates, and carcasses in every stage of decay. Though it was water that initially shaped the state, wind is the meticulous gardener, raising dust and pruning the sage.
Gretel Ehrlich
#7. Like a feather in a dust storm, with no direction The Raven flies through life, helpless and omitted Until night declares and the wind expires. Then it flies to the land of stones and etchings And becomes an Ember, breaking away
Jessica Sorensen
#8. And then it crumbled in his hand. It was just dust ... Sand ... A glittering, multicolored sand that fell away into the chilly wind at the end of the world.
Neil Gaiman
#9. Vice repeated is like the wandering wind, blows dust in others' eyes to spread itself.
William Shakespeare
#10. There was a cold wind out on the street. It picked up the dust, whirled it about and suddenly scattered it, flinging it down like black chaff. There was an implacable severity in the frost, in the branches that tapped together like bones, in the icy blue of the tram-lines.
Vasily Grossman
#11. 17. Butterfly
A butterfly fluttered its wings in a wind thick with the smell of seaweed. His dry lips felt the touch of the butterfly for the briefest instant, yet the wisp of wing dust still shone on his lips years later.
Ryunosuke Akutagawa
#12. Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them.
William Shakespeare
#13. Something will happen soon, but I don't know what. Fear travels faster than a dust cloud ... and it's already in the wind.
Manel Loureiro
#14. Fame is like dust in a gusty wind. You never know in which way it is blowing. If you ever face the gust of the wind, don't get carried away.
Olarewaju Oladipo
#15. I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes. I slept on the ground in the light of the moon. On the edge of the city you'll see us and then, we come with the dust and we go with the wind.
Woody Guthrie
#16. The world's decay where the wind's hands have passed,
And my head, worn out with love, at rest
In my hands, and my hands full of dust.
Ted Hughes
#17. when they gazed at the sea, people held their heads up, and their faces became curious and open, as if they were searching for something that linked them to the sun and the stars, looking for that something they knew would linger long after the wind had erased their footprints in the dust.
Thrity Umrigar
#19. We write dust epitaphs for our vanquished enemies and watch them blow away in the desert wind.
Paolo Bacigalupi
#20. They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn and sway the trees, the grasses. No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains. On the lips of the strange race that now dwells there their names are myth, legend, dust.
Cormac McCarthy
#21. Unknowingly, we plow the dust of stars,
blown about us by the wind, and drink the
universe in a glass of rain.
Ihab Hassan
#23. I don't enjoy "Dust in the Wind"as much. But I do enjoy "Song for America," "Carry on, Wayward Son," and many songs- Kansas is really a drummer's dream to play in. And I like 'em all.
Phil Ehart
#24. Unlike the Holocaust, Stalin's murders are forgotten: dust blowing in the wind.
Robert Harris
#25. A young Harvard student, traveled west to Oklahoma to live among the Kiowa and participate in the solemn rites of the peyote cult. In one photograph the land appears as a blur of dust, the sky fading to gray, the air darkened by soil worked loose by the wind, the farmhouses
Wade Davis
#26. There are no ghosts; only the dust in the light, our breath and the wind in the quiet, and the feeling that something, or a lot of somethings, are watching us. So maybe there are ghosts after all.
Moira Fowley-Doyle
#27. You are not a powerless speck of dust drifting around in the wind ... we are, each of us, like beautiful snowflakes-unique, and born for a specific reason and purpose.
Elisabeth Kubler-Ross
#28. Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.
Justin Vernon
#29. I grew up in a family of peasants, and it was there that I saw the way that, for example, our wheat fields suffered as a result of dust storms, water erosion and wind erosion; I saw the effect of that on life - on human life.
Mikhail Gorbachev
#30. They dumped him in the orphanage as dust and dirt swirled in fierce desert winds howling like jackals. It was a day when hawks flew against the wind without making headway, hovering over him, preparing for the kill. As if he were their helpless prey. And that was how he felt. Helpless.
I.J. Sarfeh
#31. Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.
Octavio Paz
#32. Now gently settles like dust in a shaft - for one moment there is no one else - only the wind like the hiss of an ice skate ...
John Geddes
#33. The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they keep The long, mysterious Exodus of Death.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#34. Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake; the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.
A.F. Stewart
#35. The autumn stars had come out, incredible in number and brilliance, twinkling and almost blinking because of the dust stirred up by the earthquake and the wind, so that the whole sky seemed to tremble, a shaking of diamond chips, a scintillation of sunlight on a black sea.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#36. Just as a very little fresh water is blown away by a storm of wind and dust, in like manner the good deeds, that we think we do in this life, are overwhelmed by the multitude of evils.
Saint Basil