Best 169 quotes in «dirt quotes» category

I am living at the Villa Borghese. There is not a crumb of dirt anywhere, nor a chair misplaced. We are all alone here and we are dead.

I am standing here in the shed, and I'm waiting to see if my seeds are going to poke out ofthe dirt. I don't know if it's too early to look for signs of life or if, this time, winter has claimed my family for good.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles.

I came from a dirt farm, now I'm filthy rich.

I don't keep diaries anymore; They're quite incriminating. I just keep all the dirt road diaries in my head.

I confess I could never see any good reason why dirt should always be a necessary concomitant of poverty.

I dish the dirt out and I can take it. But why should my mother and children have to take it?

If there is a Nobel prize for dirt and filth, India will win it, no doubt.

I grew up on a dirt road with brothers.

I grew up on two wheels in the dirt.

I let him run on, this papier-maché Mephistopheles, and it seemed to me that if I tried I could poke my forefinger through him, and would find nothing inside but a little loose dirt, maybe.

I'm better than dirt. Well, most kinds of dirt, not that fancy store-bought dirt... I can't compete with that stuff.

I like to dirt bike ride, four wheeler, go-kart.

I may not yet be as old as dirt, but dirt and I are starting to have an awful lot in common.

In effective literature, ideas emerge from matter, not the other way around. So I squeeze the dirt for all it's worth and watch the sparks and diamonds fly. Add to this, the lubrication which music can provide, and you've got a workable literary form. Even when we reach the stars, we'll still be gazing down into the gutter.

I'm one, too," he said. "What?" He spit a wad of blood and mucus into the dirt. "A virgin." What a shock. "What makes you think I'm a virgin?" I asked. "You wouldn't have hit me if you weren't.

I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found. I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned.

I'm very proud of my area around the plate. I don't want anyone messing with my dirt.

In a society where dirt sells, for every good story told as it is, you will hear the whole of that day's 10 bad stories sensationalized; although in reality, it could be that 100 good deeds happened that day which went unsung.

It is useless to try to stir the dirt Out of the muddy water, As it will become murkier. But leave it alone, And if it should be cleared; It will become clear by itself.

I regard the theater as a woman I loved dearly who treated me like dirt.

It is not dirt but the fear of dirt which is the sign of man's degeneration, and it is dangerous to judge a man's physical and moral sanity by outside standards.

It is the artists who make the true value of the world, though at times they may have to starve to do it. They are like earthworms, turning up the soil so things can grow, eating dirt so that the rest of us may eat green shoots.

It's always the same, Combs walks, Koening singles, Ruth hits one out of the park, Gehrig doubles, Lazzeri triples. Then Dugan goes in the dirt on his can.

It's true the punk fashion itself was iconographic: rips and dirt, safety pins, zips, slogans, and hairstyles. These motifs were so iconic in themselves - motifs of rebellion.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.

modern people have seen too many chemicals and are ready to go back to eating dirt.

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

I warn't never meant to be a lady, I know that now. I got streaks of wildness in me that trip me up every time, and just like streaks in clothes, there's some dirt that just won't wash out.

I was raised by my grandmother on a farm, where we were really poor - we had dirt floors - but so did everybody else.

Life is a journey. Perhaps we may be more or less pointed towards a general direction, but whether we pave that road with diamonds and gold or just plain dirt and cement is up to us.

Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt.

My life and work have been far from free of blemish, and so I think it would be unpardonable for a biographer not to dish up the dirt.

Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her clenliness more umcomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.

Mushrooms can be very fancy. It's the closest you can get to eating dirt.

Mud, rubbish and dirt are man's companions all his life; shouldn't they be precious to him, and isn't one doing man's service to remind him of their beauty?

My grandfather built my first hoop. It was a peach basket up against a tree, and we played in the dirt. I couldn't have been more than 6 when he put it up, and I just started playing.

My theory of characterization is basically this: Put some dirt on a hero, and put some sunshine on the villain, one brush stroke of beauty on the villain.

My schooling did me a great deal of harm and no good whatever; it was simply dragging a child's soul through the dirt.

My Turn is the distilled bathwater of Mrs. Reagan's life. It is for the most part sweetish, with a tart edge of rebuke, but disappointingly free of dirt or particulate matter of any kind.

Paintings can make you cry and it's just **colored dirt**.

Never sweep. After four years the dirt gets no worse.

Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

Recall that whatever lofty things you might accomplish today, you will do them only because you first ate something that grew out of the dirt.

Paul never developed a negative attitude. He picked his bloody body up out of the dirt and went back into the city where he had almost been stoned to death, and he said, "Hey, about that sermon I didn't finish preaching - here it is!

Psychologically, it's better that I think that I'm dirt.

Rags, wretchedness, poverty and dirt, those signs and symbols that indicate the presence of [Muslim] rule more surely than the crescent-flag itself, abound.

Revenge leads to an empty fullness, like eating dirt.

Still, the vivid green of the grass-where the grass is actually managing to assert itself through the dirt-seems out of place. This seems like a place where the sun should never shine: a place on the edge, at the limit, a place completely removed from time and happiness and life.

Rule of religion: purpose breathes even in dirt and stones.