Dust Quote by Justin Vernon Download Open image “Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.” — Justin Vernon ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 5.0 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dust Feel Feels Like Lives Our Our lives Really Wind
Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our… — Socrates Copy Share Image
Our thoughts are epochs in our lives; all else is but as a journal of the winds that blow while we are here. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of it triumphant… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
You can't take this speck of dust in this midst of all this incredible panorama of birth and complexifying and say...this is the only… — Gene Roddenberry Copy Share Image
The songs started as a soundscapes, and then came the words and music; each song took at least a year to make. — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
Irony is based on insecurity; people like to not like things because they don't understand them. — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
I'm barely at home enough to enjoy the simple lifestyle that I want to live. — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
I told myself I never wanted to rent again. Even though it's a battle, I'm lucky cause I'm living in a cheaper part of… — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
I feel like this thing [that] we're rocking back and forth like we're stuck in a snow bank and we all sort of know… — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
I am generalizing, of course, but in hip-hop, it's like you get this shine for using the word "pussy" a billion times, and I… — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
I'm really honored that Bon Iver gives me a platform to do whatever I want, but there's only so much time you can spend… — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
Apple is not thinking different anymore, they are getting worse by the day. They've become bottom-dollar and you can see that transition easily. — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
Licensing is how indie rock people make a living these days, so whatever about that. But I want good films and good placement for… — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
We think literature is immortal, but even that decays and ultimately turns to dust. — Mick Farren Copy Share Image
Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
“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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image