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Quotes About Rags

The sun rose like a stripper, keeping its glory well covered by cloud till it seemed there'd be no show at all, then casting its rags off one by one.
~ Clive Barker
Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food.
~ Austin O'Malley
Le traducteur de ce livre n'est point un traducteur, c'est tout bonnement un poète qui s'est pris de belle passion et de courage. Une des plus belles créations du génie anglais courait depuis un siècle par les rues avec des haillons sur le corps, de la boue sur la face et de la paille dans les cheveux;
~ Daniel Defoe
He picked on his rags and his bones as love Picks upon hearts, he with an eye to profit And love with an eye to pain.
~ Christopher Fry
In our rags of light, all dressed to kill.
~ Leonard Cohen
Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river She is wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbour And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
~ Leonard Cohen
Aw! I'll get 'ee rags and some turpletine.
~ Winston Graham
Memories aren't rags that come clean with enough ringing.
~ Dean Koontz
Someday in heaven, when the angels all sing, well, these rags that I'm wearing will be fit for a king.
~ Garth Brooks
And the scarecrow went soaring away. Up and backward it went, rags fluttering, arms wheeling in protest, up and out, and on and on, until it was a soaring speck in the sky, then a vanishing point in the clouds, and then not to be seen at all.
~ Diana Wynne Jones
in whose blandishments he could luxuriate every day rather than clothe himself in woollen rags, like monks do.')
~ Unknown
Memory is a crazy woman who hoards colored rags and throws away food.
~ Austin O'Malley
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time
~ John Donne
Mix ingredients. Close bottle with a cork and fix cloth rags around the mouth. Soak rag in kerosene immediately before use. Light and enjoy!
~ Unknown
The wind pounced on them hard. It had blown some of the cloud away and stretched the rest across the sky like rags on a loom to make a rug. A blue and white and gray rug like that would b pretty, thought Arry. But how do I know that? Do I know it?
~ Pamela Dean