I cannot abide anyone treating another human being like a piece of dirt, whatever the context.
I think sometimes all you need is to hear someone else say the same thing that you’re going through to realize that you’re not alone. I try to put some sense of hope into the songs, into whatever the situation is so that it’s not just dirt, drudgery and a life of misery.
I grew up playing war. We threw dirt and rocks at each other. We’d lead attacks. We’d break up into squads. It became a neighborhood thing for a while, our neighborhood against the other neighborhood. There was always a war breaking out somewhere.
Whether you are a low-income elderly woman living at the end of a dirt road in Vermont or a wealthy CEO living on Park Avenue, you get your mail six days a week. And you pay for this service at a cost far less than anywhere else in the industrialized world.
Gardening gloves are for sissies. I always have dirt under my nails.
I was raised by my grandmother on a farm, where we were really poor – we had dirt floors – but so did everybody else.
Politics organizes our lives. We can’t disregard it. Politics has lot of muck, lot of dirt. But that doesn’t mean you have to be away from it. It’s ubiquitous.
I was having the time of my life racing, sprint cars and midgets and then dirt late models. I was doing stuff that I always wanted to do – maybe didn’t think I’d be doing it at 28 years old – but I did accept it.
In some other life I must have been a pioneer woman because I love to have my hands in the dirt.
Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It’s OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.
Some guys, first pitch of the at-bat gets called a strike – maybe it’s a ball off or below their knees, and it gets called a strike – and then the next two pitches, they swing at balls in the dirt, and all of a sudden, they’re yelling at the umpire about that first pitch. You just swung at two balls in the dirt, buddy.
When I broke my leg on the dirt bike, fear got the best of me that day. I hesitated. I didn’t hit it as fast as I could have, and I came up short. It was the first time in my life I couldn’t get back up.
I always felt different because I didn’t pick one specific clique or group to be a part of, and I didn’t choose one thing to be. I cheered, sang in chorus, was in student government, played in rock bands, went to dirt races in western PA… My interests have always been diverse.
I moved away when I was young, when I was about 19. I’d literally come from an area with dirt roads and stuff like that, right to the centre of a city of about five million people. It’s been great. I’m based in New York, and every day, it’s amazing.
There are just as many dirt bags in independent music as there are in major labels.
I am just this small-town Canberra girl that’s taken riding a little kid’s bike on dirt tracks to the highest level.
Apparently, dirt eating is really a ‘real thing,’ and you can actually buy it in some stores and online.
You create a pile of dirt and then drive over it. We may have to learn to drive all over again.
I actually washed my window once, and it fell through – it was being held together by the dirt.
A lot of us who grew up in the country, hunting and fishing, being very familiar with the woods and dirt roads, have the skill set you need to fight fire.
If you see a whole thing – it seems that it’s always beautiful. Planets, lives… But up close a world’s all dirt and rocks. And day to day, life’s a hard job, you get tired, you lose the pattern.
I’m a contemporary artist with a bit of an unexpected background. I was in my 20s before I ever went to an art museum. I grew up in the middle of nowhere on a dirt road in rural Arkansas, an hour from the nearest movie theater.
I think the days before cell phones, when it was dirt clod wars at construction sites, was a lot more wholesome and productive, to be perfectly honest.
If all we’ve got is the dirt poor and the filthy rich, the dirt poor would eat the filthy rich.
As soon as the dirt is hitting the casket, it’ll all be forgotten.
Too often, parents whose children express an interest in farming squelch it because they envision dirt, dust, poverty, and hermit living. But great stories come out of great farming.
Dirt has given me a really good car control ability, but it would have been an easier transition if I’d been racing pavement my whole life. But off-road has given me such a good foundation for car control when the car is loose, because the competitions are so intense – basically 30 minutes of utter chaos.
As a young kid, I spent a lot of time exploring the world around me. I lived a few miles outside of a tiny town in central Oklahoma. I would often run amok though the fields of wheat, the patches of trees, along the railroad tracks, and on red dirt roads.
Dirt used to be a badge of honor. Dirt used to look like work. But we’ve scrubbed the dirt off the face of work, and consequently we’ve created this suspicion of anything that’s too dirty.
I’m not a good hipster – if I let my moustache grow for weeks, it just looks like I have dirt on my face. I’ll never have a glorious handlebar moustache.
If you see a defense team with dirt and mud on their backs they’ve had a bad day.
The loss of wealth is loss of dirt, as sages in all times assert; The happy man’s without a shirt.
You can count on one hand the white rappers that have made it. So I just wanted to show the point of view of an actor in Hollywood, because what could be more soft than that. Rapping about auditions and acting and stuff. I thought it was just uncharted territory to clown on, so that pushed through with Dirt Nasty.
The Varzea is kind of like street basketball in America or like the semi-professional football leagues in Europe. The pitches are all dirt, and you’re playing against the marmanjo – the ‘hard men.’ It’s known for being extremely physical.
I’ve come to realize how much it really was a part of my upbringing, the Georgia part. We were away from town. It was just dirt and trees and spouses. And a lot of kids – my cousins, who were all like brothers and sisters to me – just a lot of kids at one time.
When you walk, you need the leg to swing back and forth underneath you. It needs to flex at a certain point, then extend as you follow through your gait. Now, that function doesn’t really help at all while I’m standing on my dirt bike or snowmobile.
My mother says I was writing before I was crawling. I wrote in the dirt with a twig.
My wife, Daniela, and I live in an old house from 1810 with three fireplaces at the end of a dead-end dirt road on Cape Cod, so I turn the trees into firewood for us and a friend of mine sells the rest.
I remember I’d be playing in the streets with friends, sometimes barefooted. I’d come home with sore feet, but wanting to do the same the day after. That passion made us keep playing. Playing in the dirt was our daily joy.
I think, so often, we can let our circumstances dictate what our value is. And I have to remember that my value is the same whether I’m in the dirt or I’m picked up and dusted off.
Marriage was defined by God a long time ago. Marriage is almost as old as dirt, and it was defined in the garden between Adam and Eve – one man, one woman for life till death do you part. So I would never attempt to try to redefine marriage. And I don’t think anyone else should either.
I love finding things. I love digging around in the dirt. It’s part of my Virgo. It’s like acting, really. You’re always searching around for something and finding little hidden treasures.
I love having my hands in the dirt. It is never a science and always an art. There are no rules. And if it comes down to me versus that weed I’m trying to pull out of the ground that doesn’t want to come out? I know I’ll win.
I think Eggs looks great, with his mucky face with dirt all over it and greasy hair. He’s the ideal boy Boxtroll, really. It’s quite difficult to capture a boy who’s grown up as a Boxtroll. So, he looks good.
People don’t realize that doing a horror movie is hard work. You’re out there all day screaming your lungs out, breathing in toxic make-up fumes, rolling around in the dirt, getting your eyebrows burned off – it’s not like doing a sitcom.
I can say the willingness to get dirty has always defined us as an nation, and it’s a hallmark of hard work and a hallmark of fun, and dirt is not the enemy.
Growing up, I absolutely loved skateboarding and dirt bike riding with my brother and the neighborhood kids.
I’ve tasted the dirt side. I’ve tasted being broke. I’ve been in the dumps, I’ve lived in motels as a kid. I want a different opportunity for my children. I never want them to see those things.
Some people look at a loss and it’s devastating, it’s the end of the world, they go in a downward spiral and they let dirt get piled on them. You just got to brush yourself off. You can’t let the dirt bury you.
I don’t keep diaries anymore; They’re quite incriminating. I just keep all the dirt road diaries in my head.
Dr. Cox mentors the rookie doctors with a spoonful of dirt and then a cup of sugar. I see him as an archetypal descendent of two of my favorite curmudgeonly characters: Lou Grant and Louie De Palma.
On a dirt bike, when you’re sizing up a jump, you can’t have any second thoughts. You have to fully commit. If you don’t, a lot of things can go wrong.
