Poison!" Grover yelped. "Don't let those things touch you or..." "Or we'll die?" I guessed. "Well...after you shrivel slowly to dust, yes."… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
But from this earth, this grave, this dust, My God shall raise me up, I trust. — Walter Raleigh Copy Share Image
If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is forever England. There… — Rupert Brooke Copy Share Image
The selective winnowing of time leaves only a few recognizable individuals behind for the historian to light on. Thus the historian who… — C. V. Wedgwood Copy Share Image
August is ripening grain in the fields blowing hot and sunny, the scent of tree-ripened peaches, of hot buttered sweet corn on… — Jean Hersey Copy Share Image
Some men a forward motion love, But I by backward steps would move, And when this dust falls to the urn In… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
Port Talbot is a steel town, where everything is covered with gray iron ore dust. Even the beach is completely littered with… — Terry Gilliam Copy Share Image
I was raised among books, making invisible friends in pages that seemed cast from dust and whose smell I carry on my… — Carlos Ruiz Zafon Copy Share Image
I can go to foreign countries, but following the advice of the doctors to stay away from dust, I am unable to… — Sushma Swaraj Copy Share Image
Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though… — Gore Vidal Copy Share Image
I've been thinking a lot about space. It was one of those slow-motion realisations how little we are, how far we are… — Regina Spektor Copy Share Image
Have you read 'The Grapes of Wrath?' That was my family. My dad was a sharecropper in western Oklahoma. When the dust… — B. Wayne Hughes Copy Share Image
They were standing in a very large room. The floorboards stretched in a pale expanse at their feet. There was so much… — Sarah Rees Brennan Copy Share Image
You make beautiful things, You make beautiful things out of the dust — Michael Gungor Copy Share Image
Trump is a dust storm of lies and diversions with the bellows of a bully and the greasy ethics of a street-corner… — Richard Cohen Copy Share Image
I wonder from these thousand of "me's", which one am I? Listen to my cry, do not drown my voice I am… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Close your mouth, block off your senses, blunt your sharpness, untie your knots, soften your glare, settle your dust. This is the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You think of yourself as a citizen of the universe. You think you belong to this world of dust and matter. Out… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Custom calls me to 't: What custom wills, in all things should we do't, The dust on antique time would lie unswept,… — Brand Blanshard Copy Share Image
It appears to me impossible that I should cease to exist, or that this active, restless spirit, equally alive to joy and… — Mary Wollstonecraft Copy Share Image
Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page. They fade into the emptiness, another dark gray day. Dreams are only… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it… — Jack London Copy Share Image
