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«A dusty thudding in his head made the scene before him beat like a pulse. His mouth had been used as a latrine by some small creature of the night and then as its mausoleum.»
«Women have no wilderness in them. They are provident instead content in the tight hot cell of their hearts. To eat dusty bread.»
«All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.»
«Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us - many days, many nights of stars.»
«Librarians, Dusty, possess a vast store of politeness. These are people who get asked regularly the dumbest questions on God's green earth. These people tolerate every kind of crank and eccentric and mouth-breather there is.»
«The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon; Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty face Lighting a little Hour or two - is gone»
Author: Omar Khayyam | About: Heart, Hope, Men, World | Keywords: dusty, lighting, prospers, worldly
«I would have rummaged, ransacked at the word; Those old odd corners of an empty heart; For remnants of dim love the long disused, And dusty crumbling of romance!»
«Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day To the last syllable of recorded time, And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death»