Quotes About Stains

On a low coffee table, with circular and semicircular stains bitten into the dark veneer, lay a few wilted numbers of Time and Life. I flipped to the middle of the nearest magazine. The face of Eisenhower beamed up at me, bald and blank as the face of a fetus in a bottle.

Perdón por las manchas de esta página. Son de té con limón, o de naranja. Puede que un día tenga dos mesas, una para comer y otra para escribir.

I never see the sick;" Yasmin says. "They visit me through the stains and marks they leave on the sheets, the alphabet of the sick and the dying … Sometimes the stains are rusty and old and sometimes the blood smells sharp as rain. You'd think, given the blood we see, that there's a great war going on out in the world. Just the one inside of bodies, the new girl says.

Kelsier rapped lightly on the door, and Dockson strolled over, pulling it open. "And he makes his stunning entry!" Kelsier announced, sweeping into the room, throwing back his mistcloak. Dockson snorted, shutting the doors. "You're truly a wonder to behold, Kell. Particularly the soot stains on your knees.

The thing I like most in my kitchen is my marble counters. Everybody said not to use marble because it's fragile, it stains, it cracks, and it doesn't remain beautiful. But I love marble.

I cannot for the life of me see why the umpires, the only two people on a cricket field who are not going to get grass stains on their knees, are the only two people allowed to wear dark trousers.

Being the first family in the place means no breadcrumbs in drawers or stains in the bath. I absolutely adore it. We wanted a home big enough for Alice to knock around in.

...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...

I think of religion as something that stains the person. It's a mindset you can never get free from, it's always in the back of your head.

The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room full of dark stains drying.

He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

Las manchas son aún peores cuando eres el único que puede verlas.

Irony cleans away all those secret stains. Irony is the path that leads safely back to official realities.

Once, my writing-avoidance behavior involved me mixing up a cleaning concoction and getting some ancient stains out of the carpet. My wife liked that one.

Who in their infinite wisdom decreed that Little League uniforms be white? Certainly not a mother.

Finally I halted, my cloak soiled with grease and jam. Why was it that jam always coated me so?

And Miss Oleander Coy had herself a blue mouth. Little stains at the edges of her raspberry lips where she put her pen when she was thinking, which was always.

Belief stains darker, imprints deeper than truth.

I used to spill things on my t-shirts, leaving oily dark spots down the front that I would try to hide with loose-fitting dress shirts. Nowadays all I have to do is tell everyone my son did it. I skirt the 'slob' moniker and instead look like a dedicated father who doesn't even have time to change.

I'm a little bit phobic about stains on my clothes, so I never travel without a little packet of organic stain remover.

Innumerable stains splashed wildly against the floor, the walls, the iron stanchions … everywhere. Fet recoiled in disgust. "This is all …?" "It is excrement," said Setrakian. "The creatures will shit while they eat." Fet looked around in amazement.

I read a poem once that had a line in it about a white radiance that stains eternity.

The worst thing about zombies? The stains. Cadaver juice. It's the mother of all bodily fluids. It takes sodium hypochlorite bleach to get out of nylons. The number of pantyhose I went through in the nineties could fill the Baxter building.