Mud Quotes - Page 4

I had some Barbies, but they were few and far between the mud fights.

We cannot allow the reputation of football and FIFA to be dragged through the mud any longer.

Politicians must set their aims for the high ground and according to our various leanings, Democratic, Republican, Independent, we will follow. Politicians must be told if they continue to sink into the mud of obscenity, they will proceed alone.

I had been found in a mud puddle at 4:30 in the morning.

Alas, all too often, the dream turns into a mud puddle. I am left looking at a disaster. What to do! Keep working. I ask the Almighty for help. That frees me.

When I started workin' with Muddy. That convinced me that I could get away with doin' the blues.

The poor old earth which has mothered us and nursed us we treat with scant respect. Our awe and veneration we reserve for the worlds we know not of. Our senses sell us out. The mud on our shoes disenchants us.

He who slings mud loses ground.

That's what I'm about -- getting engaged. Too many people don't wade in the mud with the politicians.

Never blame others for tracking in mud, until you have checked your own feet.

Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!

Comfort, or revelation: God owes us one of these, but surely not both.

Even mud gives the illusion of depth.

How can I adopt a creed which, preferring the mud to the fish, exalts the boorish proletariat above the bourgeois and the intelligentsia who, with whatever faults, are the quality in life and surely carry the seeds of all human advancement?

We are told to value ourselves without feedback, but if nobody is making a pass at you or trying to take you to Bermuda, how are you supposed to feel? Confident?

Jace snorted so loudly that she turned on him with a frown. He wiggled his mud-caked fingers at her. His nails were black crescents. "Filthy inside and out.

Strategy should evolve out of the mud of the marketplace, not in the antiseptic environment of an ivory tower.

Vulgarity of manners defiles fine garments more than mud.

Women are a lot like ducks-they don’t like mud on their butts.

It's nice to see you again, Laura." "Thank you, Mrs. T-" "No, no, no. Please, my name is-" "Mud," I suggested. "Mud Barfbag Taylor. Call her Asshat for short." ~Laura, Antonia, Betsy

Without aspirations for a better existence, you're stuck in the mud and going nowhere.

They strip-searched me!" he burst out. "Me! Old enough to be their grandfather and they made me stand naked in the road, my things all unpacked in the mud!

No mud can soil us but the mud we throw.

Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.

When you're sharing a mud hole with a wildebeest derriere in sub-Saharan Africa, that's a living hell.