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The girl, Maggie, blossomed in a mud puddle.
The work of the world is common as mud.
Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
But the thing worth doing well done
has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
Women are a lot like ducks-they don't like mud on their butts.
I get my share of mud flung my way, but the secret is to dance in the rain and the mud will wash away.
Never throw mud. You may miss the mark, and you'll have dirty hands.
God made mud. God got lonesome. So God said to some of the mud, "Sit up!" See all I've made, the hills, the sea, the sky, the stars. And I was some of the mud that got to sit up and look around. Lucky me, lucky mud. I, mud, sat up and saw what a nice job God had done. "Nice going, God!
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
a confused heap of mingle-mangle").
Squirrelpaw!" Brambleclaw's
A mere like this might be bottomless mud, like the one at home they used to drown the buggers in.
There is the mud, and there is the lotus that grows out of the mud. We need the mud in order to make the lotus.
My feet are wet," said Mr. Dreary.
"You lack the proper gear," I said. We teetered along a trickle of land that wound between water and mud. "Here in the swamp, even the swans wear rubber boots.
You don't get it boy ... this isn't a mudhole ... its an operating table. (KRAKKKKK) And I'm the surgeon.
Hickory dickory dock my daddy's nuts from shellshock.
I remember my mother finding mud somehow and putting it on the sting.
Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!
They are bearcrawls ... a bearclaw is a donut
A Dandy is a clothes-wearing Man, a Man whose trade, office and existence consists in the wearing of clothes.
All along the backwater,
Through the rushes tall,
Ducks are a-dabbling,
Up tails all!
Ducks' tails, drakes' tails,
Yellow feet a-quiver,
Yellow bills all out of sight
Busy in the river!
I, too, saw God through mud - The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory to their eyes than blood, And gave their laughs more glee than shakes a child.
Let all the poison that lurks in the mud, hatch out.
He who builds on the people, builds on the mud
The drenched backyard full of runoff, and tiny, slimy, uncertain yard critters who had expected to remain buried in months of hard mud, peeking their heads out into the balmy New Year's air, asking, Wait, what?
fishhook. It's squiggly like a worm. Something's
What do you call those things at the bottom of rivers? Frogs? Stones? Unsuccessful gangsters?
pony, mashed potato, alligator, watusi, twist, jerk.
I do idiosyncratic dramedies.
O scaly, slippery, wet, swift, staring wights, What is 't ye do? what life lead? eh, dull goggles? How do ye vary your vile days and nights? How pass your Sundays? Are ye still but joggles In ceaseless wash? Still nought but gapes and bites, And drinks, and stares, diversified with boggles.
Wiggle like a stick, wobble like a duck, that's what you do when you do the Hucklebuck.
Hockey would be a great game ... if played in the mud.
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were
Flopsy, Mopsy, Cottontail, and Peter.
Smeagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters,precious, eh, what's taters?"
"Po-ta-toes!" said Sam.
What is it with folks always talking about where they're from? You could grow up in a muddy ditch, but if it's your muddy ditch, then it's gotta be the swellest muddy ditch ever.
The most I have to fear while hiking in Warwickshire and Worcestershire, the two historic British counties closest to my city home in Birmingham, is whether or not the mud awaiting me in the narrow lanes ahead is deep enough to foul my socks.
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
Never throw mud. You may miss your mark, but you will have dirty hands.
I don't have to go to the bottom of the creek to know that there is mud down there
misbegotten cockwaffle.
Come, therefore, and let us fling mud at them!
He who sling mud, lose ground.
put flowers in the mud, baby.
Overground.
Right. So you haven't been spending every spare hour round at geeky and slaphead's, then?"
"Don't call them that. They have names." Although privately I had my own names for them: octopus and trouser python.
I'm in a muddle about a lot of things
i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read"
"read what?"
"everything. i have to pick and choose, of course, but mostly things that make me think.
bowls of cornflakes,
SlingBlade: If you EVER speak ill of the McGriddle again I will personally force-feed you one while I fuck you in the butt using the wrapper as a condom and then donkey punch you when the infused syrup nuggets explode in your mouth.
Wretched set of incompetent noodles.
My brain was like mud.
Fish fiddle de-dee!
A dehoy who was terribly hobble,
Cast only stones that were cobble
And bats that were ding,
From a shot that was sling,
But never hit inks that were bobble.
A running machine, that glides over mud, crud and goop.
You been mud wrestling..?' 'Only with my conscience.' 'Really? Who won?' 'Well, it was one of those rare occasions when violence really doesn't solve anything.
The mind of the people is like mud, from which arises strange and beautiful things.
The bigger a man's gun the smaller his doodlewick.
Quick: noise made by a dyslexic duck
Skiffle was blues featuring a washboard and acoustic instruments. It encompassed blues, with elements of folk, jazz, and, at times, American country-and-western music.
I made all my generals out of mud.
A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
is the answer none of the above
crouched in a hole like a mud-streaked fugitive
everyday a different version of
pouring it away like a water through a sieve
The finest wits have their sediment.
How can you defame mud when such a beautiful flower grows from it?
Referring to Bogey's party: A lame excuse for all the idiots in our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless, consumer-driven lives.
Mawidge is a dweam wiffin a dweam.
Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad?"
"I'm covered in mud."
"Are you sure that's mud? I thought you were covered in the dreams you made in the dirt.
Never throw mud: you can miss the target, but your hands will remain dirty.
Dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field ...
Eternal superiority of the Dandy.
What is the Dandy?
To write about a struggle amidst the struggling: one must hope that the muddling will end someday.
Under no circumstances should doodling be eradicated from a classroom or a boardroom or even the war room. On the contrary, doodling should be leveraged in precisely those situations where information density is very high and the need for processing that information is very high.
What would Scobby-Doo?
Hurry up, Hodgeyboy! You run like a fat badger after Sunday tea." Mibbitwiss
Such an assemblage of the spraddle-legged men of the middle class, whose hands were bent and shoulders stooped from delving and constructing, had never appeared to an Asbury Park summer crowd, and the latter was vaguely amused.
I got lost in my doodles, and started daydreaming.
'Mullygrubber' is an Australian term which means something that creeps along the ground; it's like a little grub.
If you born in the mud, you gonna be dirty, and people don't understand that.
Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.
Yowpee! I pulls my brandin' irons an' comes out a-bitin' the dust - a reg'lar Hoopalong Cassowary!
Obscure, like muddy waters.
So Lightning says to Mud,
"What would happen if I struck your blood?"
And Mud says, "Brother,
It would hurt,
And make me the mother
Of every living thing.
But, Fire Boy, you ain't lifting my grass skirt
Until you burn me a ring.
Hurry n: The dispatch of bunglers.
Be careful. The conditions are treacherous with mud-sucking tentacles pulling shoes and socks into the murky bottom while smearing grime on those who passed by.
Said a skunk to a tube-rose, "See how swiftly I run, while you cannot walk nor even creep."
Said the tube-rose to the skunk, "Oh, most noble swift runner, please run swiftly!"
The Eater of Socks,' moaned the Senior Wrangler, with his eyes shut. 'How many tentacles would you expect it to have?' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. 'I mean, roughly speaking?
People in Haiti eat dirt because it gives their starving bodies a false sense of satisfaction. But mud pies don't fill. They merely mask real hunger. [...] I saw the mud pies as a metaphor for the life of any Christian who has ever looked to something or someone other than God for fulfillment.
The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
Does a one-legged duck swim in circles?
Kept stepping into the same mud puddle and expecting it to be dry.
Sometimes when you get in a fight with a skunk, you can't tell who started it.
Sometimes in politics one must duel with skunks, but no one should be fool enough to allow skunks to choose the weapons.
When you reach for the stars you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.
Here lies Matthew Mudd,
Death did him no hurt;
When alive he was only Mudd,
But now he's only dirt.
Those who want rain, must also accept the mud.
Skiffle was a name that was attached to what was, in essence, American folk music with a beat.
face touchage"
"lame-sauce"
"Sulky McSulkerton
Swedes up in Dakota - know what they do sometimes? Put pepper on the floor. Gits up the ladies' skirts an' makes 'em purty lively - lively as a filly in season. Swedes do that sometimes." In
All the little duckies with their heads in the water
Heads in the water
All the little duckies with their heads in the water
Oh, such sweet little duckies.
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud.
You're a wizard," I snapped. "Can't you just use magic to make your own food?"
"Ah, yes," he retorted. "Because mud pies are so very delicious and the wind fills empty stomachs quite nicely.
What the ever-loving fuck was a cuddle puddle?
Bedazzled? What the heck was a bedazzle?