A Quote by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.

You either make dust or eat dust. — © H. Jackson Brown, Jr.
You either make dust or eat dust.

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Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.
We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.
I drive a car till it turns to dust, then I sweep up the dust and ride on the dust.
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. We are nothing, but dust and to dust we shall return. Amen.
It is true that we are made of dust. And the world is also made of dust. But the dust has motes rising.
When there's dust missing here or there, it's because someone has touched my things. I see immediately someone has been there. And it's because I live constantly with dust, in dust, that I prefer to wear gray suits, the only color on which it leaves no trace.
If you put a little pin in the middle and you make a little space, a little circle, then the nature of the mirror shines through. So now you know the mind is not dust, that behind that dust there is this mirror-like nature of the mind, and if it's a big enough hole, you might be so transfixed by the hole you don't notice the rest of the dust.
Work my hands in the soil, what's the pay for all the toil? Dust for blood, dust for blood, dust for blood.
The heart is like a mirror. When we dust it off, we are able to see ourselves. The dust is all our stuff - guilt, anger - this stuff is reflected back to us. Practice removes the dust from the mirror of our hearts.
Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
The dust to which this flesh shall return, it is the ancient dreaming dust of God.
The sons of Adam are formed from dust; if not humble as the dust, they fall short of being men.
All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.
Not a single star will be left in the night. The night will not be left. I will die and, with me, the weight of the intolerable universe. I shall erase the pyramids, the medallions, the continents and faces. I shall erase the accumulated past. I shall make dust of history, dust of dust. Now I am looking on the final sunset. I am hearing the last bird. I bequeath nothingness to no one.
Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.
From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.
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