“All dust is the same dust. Temporarily separated To go peacefully And enjoy the eternal nap.”
“Life is fleeting," Samuel said. "A short leap, in the eye of the Eternal, from dust to dust. May you pass it together.”
“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes. Is that all?”
“The troubles of our proud and angry dust are from eternity, and shall not fail.”
“Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.”
“No- Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it was what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and the short-winded elations of men.”