Dusty Quotes

Be bored and see where it takes you, because the imagination‘s dusty wilderness is worth crossing if you want to sculpt your soul.

I come to the America to live America dream like the Dusty Rhodes. I come to America and I become most famous Iranian in the world.

Saturdays are set for antique shops. Williamsburg in Brooklyn has some good ones. I get in there and start meddling around with dusty boxes and rickety, worn-in stuff. I like it when I find something with someone else’s name on it.

Flair, Dusty Rhodes, Shawn Michaels, The NWO, The Invasion, the wild stories, and the Attitude Era. All the crazy stories – you love them, and you get addicted to them and the lifestyle. But you have to separate them and toe the line and separate yourself from what is real and what is not.

The American Dream Dusty Rhodes, rest his soul, he was hard as hell on me. He was tougher on me than anybody.

On the screen I saw tanks rolling through dusty streets, and fallen buildings, and forests of unfamiliar trees into which East Pakistani refugees had fled, seeking safety over the Indian border.

Leather pants are my guilty fashion pleasure. I have at least 10 pairs in navy, red, white, dusty pink, grey, suede and black.

I think people have this hang-up from school that maths is this dusty old textbook that was finished hundreds of years ago, and all the answers are in the back. Whereas in my job I struggle to find anything that maths can’t offer an interesting perspective on.

The risk of any great luxury brand that has its history in the past is that it can get dusty.

I started off in FCW working for Dusty Rhodes and being the color commentator down there in 2008 to 2009, and I’ve always loved it ever since.

I grew up in Tampa, Florida, and St. Pete, Tampa, the Tampa Bay area, and that was the home of Championship Wrestling from Florida with Gordon Solie, Dusty Rhodes, and it was just… I mean, for storylines and angles and promos, it was second to none.

I was a Ric Flair and Dusty Rhodes guy. Ric Flair continues to be my favorite wrestler of all time. I loved Harley Race and Nick Bockwinkel and all of those guys, but I’m a big Flair guy.

When I was with the Giants, I played for Dusty Baker, and I love Dusty to death. I think he’s a great manager and great person, but he platooned me. His reasoning was to get everybody in the lineup. It wasn’t that I couldn’t play every day.

The village of Polgardi is a dusty roadside settlement northeast of Lake Balaton, a resort area in western Hungary popular with German tourists.

Without Dusty Rhodes, there is no Diamond Dallas Page. He took me under his wing and believed in me when nobody did – nobody.

Having a chance to work with Dusty Rhodes, he has helped me so much that I can’t even praise how much. The first time I saw him on WWE television in polka dots I never would have thought that guy would be such an influence on my career.

The clothes chosen for me as a child had a strong element of the Pre-Raphaelite, muted greens and ivories, dusty rose, what seems in retrospect an eccentric amount of black.

I can imagine no sweeter way to end one’s life than in the quiet of the country, out of the mad race for money, place and power – far from the demands of business – out of the dusty highway where fools struggle and strive for the hollow praise of other fools.

I couldn’t come back to gymnastics because the floors were too dusty for my health.

People tell me how great it must have been to ride horses and stuff. Well, do it for two days straight on dusty days when the cows and horses were really tired.

I used to be a dusty little child.

I like to believe that I play bass like Dusty Hill, and that’s something nobody else can do as well as me. I’m the best Dusty Hill I know.

Dusty Rhodes was a great athlete. Actually, he was a baseball player as well. He played football but he played baseball. That was his number one sport. He wasn’t always heavyset like he is. But Dusty Rhodes, The American Dream he just gets charisma.

Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul when hot for certainties in this our life!

Dusty Rhodes was really good to me and helped me and started me.

I am Dusty’s son, but I learned the hard way I was never going to be ‘The American Dream.’ That was difficult for me, and I made some molehills into mountains.

I was the kind of reader in smudged pink harlequin glasses sitting on the cool, dusty floor of the Arrandale public library, standing at the edge of the playground, having broken a tooth in dodge ball, and lying under my covers with a flashlight.

Dusty Rhodes really liked me, I bonded with him.

Whenever I’d find myself talking to someone in the kitchen of their home, I’d automatically rest my arm on the refrigerator, simply because it was most convenient. I had to watch myself pretty close – I didn’t mind the dusty sleeve, but that glare from the hostess was something else!

I grew up on Loretta Lynn and Dusty Springfield. I remember lying about it; it wasn’t cool to listen to country when I was 12.

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

Those fields of daisies we landed on, and dusty fields and desert stretches. Memories of many skies and earths beneath us – many days, many nights of stars.

There is a special sensation in getting good wood on the ball and driving a double down the left-field line as the crowd in the ballpark rises to its feet and cheers. But, I also remember how much fun I had as a skinny barefoot kid hitting a tennis ball with a broomstick on a quiet, dusty street in Panama.

I grew up in Fayetteville, North Carolina where Fort Bragg is, basically where the Mid Atlantic territories were sort of based out of the Carolinas. So I grew up watching guys like Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes and the Road Warriors.

Kevin Sullivan? He’s Anthony Hopkins. The Prince of Darkness. The devil himself. Against the ‘American Dream’ Dusty Rhodes, the chubby plumber‘s son from Austin, Texas. My God, those billboards go up, and you’re going to want to go see it.

Sometimes I just revert back to Dusty’s kid. I’m trying to chase his ghost, and it’s a pretty hard ghost to chase.

For me, the Mount Rushmore of greats would be Ric Flair, Dusty Rhodes, Hulk Hogan, Bruno Sammartino or Lou Thesz. You can do either one of them in that fourth spot. But I think Ric Flair is the greatest of all time. He’s the greatest I’ve ever seen… on the mic and in the ring.

I excelled in finding and acquiring secret information that I obtained in brush passes, dead drops, or in meetings in dusty alleys of third world capitals.

I have this little, tiny Dusty Rhodes figure they make in Japan that people always give me in my bag. I set it next to the title and took a picture of it in my bag. That was my big goal in the industry. I wasn’t able to achieve that in his lifetime, but he always believed.