Top 1200 Dust Storms Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

Then, of course, through the umbilical link we all tumble backwards down the spiralling DNA staircase to one common ancestor in Africa, and before that some bunch of curious monkeys. Down and down we go unto the sea, unto the dust, the single cellular dust. What impulse drove one cell to become two? What yearning pulled the fish on to the land? What caused apes to walk upright? Some invisible magnetic pull. Is there a difference between attraction and intention? Where is evolution taking us?

I can't feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.

Passions are like storms which, full of present mischief, serve to purify the atmosphere.

Silence fertilizes the deep place where personality grows. A life with a peaceful center can weather all storms.

Being patient even in the thickest of storms can be the one device that may catapult you over any obstacle.

You have to accept the storms and the rainy days and the things in life that you sometimes don't want to face.

We are no strangers to hurricanes in South Carolina. These storms are part of life, especially in the Lowcountry and all along our coast.

During the great storms of our lives we imitate those captains who jettison their weightiest cargo.

No matter whose fault, God sends us through storms so we can land in a place we never would have otherwise.

Sometimes God allows storms to come together in such a way that they ultimately fulfill something that would never have happened otherwise.

This life will never be without storms. Stop fearing the storm. Build your inner shelter.

...one can't avoid the storms and calamities of life, but one can at least find the right partner to face them with.

I'm not sure exactly why I chase storms. Perhaps it's to witness the incredible beauty of what Mother Nature can create.

Clay can be a metaphor for many things. I made it a metaphor for flesh and earth, and these are two kinds of generic givens of life, if you look at it poetically, biblically, the idea of the life of beings, of man, being transitory, the earth abides-ashes to ashes, dust to dust-man returns to earth, grows out of earth like a flower, wilts, goes back to the earth... We are frail, transitory creatures with aspirations of immortality, conscious of our inevitable death, and we have to deal with it somehow.

A bookcase is as good as a view, as much of a panorama as the sight of a city or a river. There are dawns and sunsets in books - storms and zephyrs.

The magic in that country was so thick and tenacious that it settled over the land like chalk-dust and over floors and shelves like slightly sticky plaster-dust. (Housecleaners in that country earned unusually good wages.) If you lived in that country, you had to de-scale your kettle of its encrustation of magic at least once a week, because if you didn't, you might find yourself pouring hissing snakes or pond slime into your teapot instead of water.

O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.

I wondered at him, so wise and so foolish, to have lived with me all these months and not know that the worst storms break inside a man.

Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.

Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up the trellised frame, And the rose remembers The dust from which it came. Brighter than the blossom On the rose's bough Sits the wizened orange, Bitter berry now; Beauty never slumbers; All is in her name; But the rose remembers The dust from which it came.

She wore a gown the color of storms, shadows, and rain and a necklace of broken promises and regrets.

We were poor, my mother and I, living in a world of doom and gloom, pessimism and bitterness, where storms raged and wolves scratched at the door.

The world is a great ocean, upon which we encounter more tempestuous storms than calms.

Glorious bouquets and storms of applause are the trimmings which every artist naturally enjoys.

A flapping tongue has killed more men than sudden storms ever did.

The great test of life is ... not to endure storms, but to choose the right while they rage.

[He] looked up and imagined the hand of God flinging stars like shining dust across the heavens. No. He was wrong to think such pagan thoughts, for God had only to utter a word and it was done. Only man had He shaped with His hands, using the dust He created to form His most precious and amazing creation. Only man was molded and loved into being, the breath of life in his lungs given by God.

Where is heaven? you ask me, my child,-the sages tell us it is beyond the limits of birth and death, unswayed by the rhythm of day and night; it is not of the earth. But your poet knows that its eternal hunger is for time and space, and it strives evermore to be born in the fruitful dust. Heaven is fulfilled in your sweet body, my child, in your palpitating heart. The sea is beating its drums in joy, the flowers are a-tiptoe to kiss you. For heaven is born in you, in the arms of the mother- dust.

Thus when a barber and a collier fight, The barber beats the luckless collier-white; The dusty collier heaves his ponderous sack, And big with vengeance beats the barber-black. In comes the brick-dust man, with grime o'erspread, And beats the collier and the barber-red: Black, red, and white in various clouds are tost, And in the dust they raise the combatants are lost.

I was a complete tomboy. I loved wandering out in storms or walking on the beaches in the dark. It was a very free upbringing, and I'm grateful to my parents for that.

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

The greater the difficulty the more glory in surmounting it. Skillful pilots gain their reputation from storms and tempests.

How terribly downright must be the utterances of storms and earthquakes to those accustomed to the soft hypocrisies of society.

The ship of Democracy, which has weathered all storms, may sink through the mutiny of those aboard.

The ship of democracy, which has weathered all storms, may sink through the mutiny of those on board.

The prairies were dust. Day after day, summer after summer, the scorching winds blew the dust and the sun was brassy in a yellow sky. Crop after crop failed. Again and again the barren land must be mortgaged for taxes and food and next year's seed. The agony of hope ended when there was not harvest and no more credit, no money to pay interest and taxes; the banker took the land. Then the bank failed.

I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical.

And still I wander, seeking compensation in unforseen encounters and unexpected sights, in sunsets, storms and passing fancies.

A home is a kingdom of it's own in the midst of the world, a stronghold amid life's storms and stresses, a refuge, even a sanctuary.

It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.

The search for truth is, as it always has been, the noblest expression of the human spirit. Man's insatiable desire for knowledge about himself, about his environment and the forces by which he is surrounded, gives life its meaning and purpose, and clothes it with final dignity.... And yet we know, deep in our hearts, that knowledge is not enough.... Unless we can anchor our knowledge to moral purposes, the ultimate result will be dust and ashes- dust and ashes that will bury the hopes and monuments of men beyond recovery.

Storms rumble beyond the horizon, and the fires of heaven purge the earth. There is no salvation without destruction, no hope this side of death.

Evil-doers who denounce the wise resemble a person who spits against the sky; the spittle will never reach the sky, but comes down on himself. Evil-doers again resemble a man who stirs the dust against the wind; the dust is never raised without doing him injury. Thus, the wise will never be hurt, but the curse is sure to destroy the evil-doers themselves.

By staying calm, you increase your resistance against any kind of storms.

Perhaps you say, Why are the wicked joyous? Why do they live in luxury? Why do they not toil with me? It is because they who have not put down their names to strive for the crown are not bound to undergo the labors of the contest. They who have not gone down into the race-course do not annoint themselves with oil nor get covered with dust. For those whom glory awaits trouble is at hand. The perfumed spectators are wont to look on, not to join in the struggle, nor to endure the sun, the heat, the dust, and the showers.

And I have asked to be Where no storms come, Where the green swell is in the havens dumb, And out of the swing of the sea.

Unless you have experienced it, it's difficult to describe the virulence of the Twitter storms that were unleashed on Trump skeptics.

To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word "boo."

My passion for storm chasing has always been driven by the beautiful and powerful storms displayed in the heartland each spring.

It's ok to fail. Failing does not shape your personality; it's how you react upon your failure. Do you dust yourself off and mope or do you dust yourself off and come back stronger the next time? Eventually you will win. It may not happen the next time, it may take a little time but you will win in the end.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

The ability to meditate successfully is a very unique skill that will help you better weather the storms of life.

Do not leave yourself or your family unprotected against financial storms... Build up savings.

The light of truth burns without a flicker in the depths of a house that is shaken with storms of passion and fear.

Clouds, leaves, soil, and wind all offer themselves as signals of changes in the weather. However, not all the storms of life can be predicted.

The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.

Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.

It's amazing what storms your face can hide, what terrible wrecks can writhe and heave beneath, without one ripple on the surface.

The temples are a refuge from life's storms even a never-failing beacon guiding us to safety.

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.