Mud Quotes - Page 5

Unless we believe in the hero, what is there To believe? Incisive what, the fellow Of what good. Devise. Make him of mud.

In a way my reputation has become that of the curmudgeon.

I washed mud off of mud.

Listening to it was like having a mud-slimed piece of silk drawn lightly back and forth across her face.

So much depends upon a blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road.

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.

Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.

I'd like to explain why you fine young men had to be blown apart to defend this mud hole.

We will get them stuck in the mud and we will certainly defeat them.

she had a laugh that hinted it had rolled around once or twice in the mud.

Yeah, well, that's what you said the last time it did this, and it was doing it that time too,' Tiercel said waspishly. Clear as mud,' Harrier muttered.

If you have live in the mud for a while, you must not resist being a frog for a while!

Some ideas take you to the stars; some sinks you to the mud!

The work of the world is common as mud.

though fortune's wheel is generally on the turn, sometimes when it gets into the mud, it sticks there.

Who can wait quietly until the mud settles? Who can remain still until the moment of action?

Who can wait in stillness while the mud settles?

What memories for mud to have.

Alone with Giddon again, Bitterblue considered him, rather liking the mud streaks on his face. He looked like a handsome sunken rowboat.

Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

I don't want to dive into that mud slide, which is what I consider the literary process.

Politics has always been a mud fight - better that citizens jump in the trough than lose interest.

Be patient and wait. Your mud will settle. Your water will be clear.

At night I closed my eyes and saw my bones threading the mud of my grave.

But the wicked are like the tossing sea, which cannot rest, whose waves cast up mire and mud.