dirt

She is drawn to the river, and all its hideous, dead-eyed treasures: rot-bloated cats, and cold-meat corpses of unwanted infants, eels plucking at their tender fingers and toes.

Girls barely budding open their legs to make a living, alongside the toothless and rancid of breath; hair thick with lice, they all find customers if the price is right, against the wall or on sheets well-soiled. Their holes cost but a shilling. Skins grow thick and claws sharp.

Out of all the piles of dirt, garbage, and shit we have been handed, we can grow a patch of daisies.

One must be a lotus to emerge from mucky waters clean.

To a farmer dirt is not a waste, it is wealth.

If the farmer is rich, then so is the nation.

When the sun shines, there seems to be much more dust in the air.Dirt can only be seen and properly removed by flooding it with white light

After all, perhaps dirt isn't really so unhealthy as one is brought up to believe.

Use the dirt life throws at you to plant the seeds of your success.

Children were huge, wild creatures full of promise and hope and dirt and mischief.

Snow cleaning of the world's largest telescope mirrors was an impressive sight. The optics technicians would climb into a huge telescopic boom lift and spray immense clouds of cold carbon dioxide snow and gas onto the ten meter diameter mirrors high above the floor indoors. It would cause some of the accumulated dirt to magically fall off, leaving it less dirty.

Learn from seeds to rise, no matter how much dirt is thrown at you.

We have grace of strength to work, to clear our cities of any dirt.

No dirt can touch me, like an ocean, everything that comes to me becomes clean.

Be like seeds; do not see dirt thrown at you as your enemy, but as ground to grow.

Every seed must rise through dirt to enjoy the sunshine.

He with the cleanest clothes isn__ necessarily the cleanest.

The world brazenly touts freedom as both the inalienable right and morally liberating justification to mindlessly play in the filth that lies all around me. And the slight bit of sanity that yet remains within me asks, __hat raging madness would prompt me to incessantly wallow in the very things that will eventually swallow me?