Quotes About Cleaning

I was assigned to the office of a recently deceased faculty member; the office hadn't been cleaned out yet, and a few days before the fall term began, I unlocked the door to find a dirty room whose bookshelves were crammed with empty bourbon bottles and crucifixes, mute testimony to the limits of literature as a sustaining comfort in life.

Sometimes Carlie hands me the squirt bottle of Bam (an acronym for something that begins, ominously, with butyric - the rest of it has been worn off the label) and lets me do the bathrooms. No service ethic challenges me here to new heights of performance. I just concentrate on removing the pubic hairs from the bathtubs, or at least the dark ones that I can see.

Do the owners have any idea of the misery that goes into rendering their homes motel-perfect? Would they be bothered if they did know, or would they take a sadistic pride in what they have purchased --boasting to dinner guests, for example, that their floors are cleaned only with the purest of fresh human tears?...I have never employed a cleaning person or service...because this is just not the kind of relationship I want to have with another human being.

apron back on, and I washed all the dishes while she sat on her wooden stool and watched. I told her just sit, I've got this. Miss Betsy acted like she'd never seen a man clean up a kitchen before, which maybe she hadn't. I wanted to keep her talking about Angus, so I asked

tell him I am mopping the floor, spelled with a silent As you can plainly see, dumbass. He says he doesn't think that's going to do the job.

I just gave my cat a bath. Now how do I get all this fur off my tounge?

I love cleaning. I love mopping the floor. If you need your floor mopped, I'm there.

The Rose Bowl is the only bowl I've ever seen that I didn't have to clean.

It's kind of like when you have guests coming over to your house, and you haven't really picked up in awhile, and you look around and say, 'Wow, my place is kind of a mess, but I never noticed it because it's what I've been living in every day.' That's kind of what Supergirl is to the Red Lanterns.

When I clean up that mess, I'm always surprised by the disproportionate energy and cheer I gain, plus I'm able to find my keys.

The other day, I noticed I'd arranged my spices in alphabetical order when I was on the phone, without even realizing, and when I was a kid I was constantly cleaning and organizing things - my toys, my sister's cosmetics.

A great thing about these trees is that they are excellent for cleaning, both groundwater, and of course, air.

Microbes are just nature's janitors who work to clean up a poorly kept culturing medium. Trying to keep microbes off of and out of your body is like trying to keep the wind out of the trees.

I love cleaning the house. I'd never have a cleaner - I wouldn't trust them to do it.

The point of cleaning for Pesach is to remember that we are leaving Egypt, leaving the things that constrict us spiritually.

Few tasks are more like the torture of Sisyphus than housework, with its endless repetition: the clean becomes soiled, the soiled is made clean, over and over, day after day.

Vacuuming is great. I do the laundry. I love washing machines. I'm the maid in my house.

I love cleaning, weird but true. It really relaxes me.

I love doing laundry! It's so satisfying. I love the way it smells. I love doing the sheets.

Grace is God as heart surgeon, cracking open your chest, removing your heart—poisoned as it is with pride and pain—and replacing it with his own. Rather than tell you to change, he creates the change. Do you clean up so he can accept you? No, he accepts you and begins cleaning you up.

There is a mystical rite under the material act of cleaning and tidying, for what is done with love is always more than itself and partakes of the celestial orders

I washed walls, polished door knobs and the tiny window. The scales and stench of defeat floated into the pail's dirty water.

See, my special gift is that I'm a mediator. I help guide the tortured souls of the newly dead to their afterlife destinations-wherever that happens to be-generally by cleaning up whatever messes they left behind when the croaked.

I entered the work force cleaning breast pumps at a pharmacy! It was a part-time gig while I was at school... no interview required.