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“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.”

Children War Eye Laughing Saws Blood Glory Shakes Cheeks Mud Cracked Glee

Book:Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)

Source: Delphi Complete Works of Wilfred Owen (Illustrated)

“Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain.”

Should Made Boys Blood Rain Soldier Complaining Flood Mud Jolly Wretchedness

Author:Siegfried Sassoon

“Sweeping from butcher's stalls, dung, guts, and blood, Drown'd puppies, stinking sprats, all drench'd in mud, Dead cats, and turnip-tops, come tumbling down the flood.”

Blood Rain Cat Guts Flood Mud Puppy Sweeping Butchers Tumbling Turnips Tumbling Down

Book:The works of Jonathan Swift ...: with copious notes and additions, and a memoir of the author

Source: The works of Jonathan Swift ...: with copious notes and additions, and a memoir of the author

“An election is a moral horror, as bad as a battle except for the blood; a mud bath for every soul concerned in it.”

Soul Moral Courage Blood Horror Battle Concerned Election Mud Baths Elections And Voting

Book:Back to Methuselah

Source: Back to Methuselah

“Catching sight of himself in the long mirrors that ran along the walls, he stiffened in shock...His eyes were surrounded by black shadows, his shirt smeared with dried blood and filthy mud... "Admiring yourself?" The Inquisitor's voice cut through his reverie. "You won't look so pretty when the Clave gets through with you." "You do seem obsessed with my look...Could it be that you're attracted to me?" "Don't be revolting...You could be my son.”

Looks Long Seems Eye Black Voice Cutting Blood Son Wall Shadow Sight Mirrors Ran Obsessed Shirts His Eyes Shock My Son Mud Catching Filthy Admiring Reverie

Author:Cassandra Clare

“I have grown weary of literature: silence alone comforts me. If I continue to write, it’s because I have nothing more to accomplish in this world except to wait for death. Searching for the word in darkness. Any little success invades me and puts me in full view of everyone. I long to wallow in the mud. I can scarcely control my need for self-abasement, my craving for licentiousness and debauchery. Sin tempts me, forbidden pleasures lure me. I want to be both pig and hen, then kill them and drink their blood.”

Source: The Hour of the Star