Quotes About Shabby

Inside the girl's room it was dank and shabby.

She looked around at the close confines of the NCD offices. They were cramped and untidy. No. They were worse than that. They had gone through cramped and untidy, paused briefly at small and shabby before ending up at pokey and damp.

I see you've met Patrick of Ludlow, I replied, trying to stifle a giggle, for Tiger was thirty feet up in the shabby atrium , perched high upon a chandelier. How long have you been up there? Half an hour, he answered crossly, with only a lot of dust and the Transient Moose for company.

A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.

The shabby look was not his tailor's fault; the Arab's body was not designed for clothes requiring posture and discipline.

Thou art a very ragged Wart.

In the particular dwells the tawdry. In the conceptual dwells the grand, the transcendent, the everlasting.

In his shabby jeans Vos never thought of himself as old. Nor did most of those he met as far as he could work out. They seemed to treat him like an odd adolescent, trapped in amber in his houseboat, listening to old rock, visiting the nearby coffee shop for a smoke from time to time, lingering over beers in Drie Vaten.

I reject completely the vulgar, shabby, fundamentally medieval world of Freud, with its crankish quest for sexual symbols (something like searching for Baconian acrostics in Shakespeare's work) and its bitter little embryos spying, from their natural nooks, upon the love life of their parents.

Whatever kind of gentlemen you may be, you have a shabby appearance. Yet even in front of the extraordinary beauty of the exalted Seven Gods of Good Fortune, you show no reserve, but deliberately gather and entertain yourselves with elegance.

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A broken heart is such a shabby thing, like poverty and failure and the incurable diseases which are also deforming. I hate it and am ashamed of it, and I must somehow repair this heart and put it back into its normal condition, as a tough somewhat scarred but operating organ.

A boy and a girl, dressed in the T-shirts and denim that are the shabby uniform of this age.

What happiness it seemed to me! How passionately I envied, as I passed, them; all shabby and shaggy though their coats might be I Some of these dogs, doubtless, were sometimes roughly treated; sometimes hungered, and smarted, and were footsore, and sun-heated. But they were free 1—and they had not to go through that dreary desolate pantomime of mimicked gayety, while their hearts were breaking!