What is man? Hope turned to dust. No. What is man? Dust…

Perhaps no order of mammals presents us with so extraordinary a series of gradations as this [step by step, from humans to apes to…

— Thomas Huxley

“Veiled by the dust of its own passing.”

— Cameron Rogers

She had been dragged in the most humiliating of all dusts, the dust reserved for older women who let themselves be approached, on amorous…

— Elizabeth von Arnim

We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust.

— Mick Farren

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of…

— Anna Akhmatova

“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing…

— Sylvia Plath

Mr. Bumpy from Bump in the Night was this funky little guy who lived under the bed and thought eating dust bunnies was a…

— Jim Cummings

At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out…

— John Steinbeck

I assume my stance, and take back the club, low, slowly; at the top, my eyes fog over, and my joints dip and swirl…

— John Updike

When any civilization is dust and ashes," he said, "art is all that's left over. Images, words, music. Imaginative structures. Meaning—human meaning, that is—is…

— Margaret Atwood

When a man is not wanted in the village, he is always accused of raising dust even when he falls in a pool of…

— Vikrant Parsai

Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I'm not a prophet, but I always thought it was natural for dictatorships to fall. I remember in 1989, two months before the fall…

— Salman Rushdie

Passing beauties are only the fugitive reflections of the eternal. All beauty alters and all life melts away; in short, everything passes with marvelous…

— Eliphas Levi

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…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow