Quotes About Horrid

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I have always taken great comfort in newspapers. No matter how horrid an event, there is something in seeing it described in black and white that makes it somehow bearable.

The souls you have got cast upon the screen of publicity appear like the horrid and writhing creatures enlarged from the insect world, and revealed to us by the cinematograph.

War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid. What sort of monster would do such a thing? As if men need more reasons to fear marriage.

Not but wut abstract war is horrid, I sign to thet with all my heart, But civilysation doos git forrid Sometimes, upon a powder-cart.

I never was in such a horrid office . . . It's not very nice to be where people are being swindled all day long, is it?

For, if a good speaker, never so eloquent, does not see into the fact, and is not speaking the truth of that - is there a more horrid kind of object in creation?

Proper deformity shows not in the fiendSo horrid as in woman.

The most detestable wickedness, the most horrid cruelties, and the greatest miseries that have afflicted the human race, have had their origin in this thing called revelation or revealed religion.

How horrid all this is! said he. Such weather makes every thing and every body disgusting. Dulness is as much produced within doors as without, by rain. It makes one detest all one's acquaintance. What the devil does Sir John mean by not having a billiard room in his house? How few people know what comfort is! Sir John is as stupid as the weather.

Intellect is in itself an exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid.

Pat, you're absurd, laughed Lady Jane. I won't have you littering up the house with great, clumsy detectives. You must remember that you aren't in horrid New York now, where everybody you meet wants to rob you. Who is it that you suspect? Who is the—what is the word you're so fond of? Crook. That's it. Who is the crook?

There was a little girlWho had a little curlRight in the middle of her forehead;And when she was goodShe was very, very good,But when she was bad she was horrid.

They sounded like intestines, only on the outside, and the men in the Bible were always having them cut off and not being able to go to church. Horrid.

Proper deformity shows not in the fiend So horrid as in woman.

Have the caterers brought enough ice? Be a dear and go and ask. Warm drinks are horrid .…

The scene was horrid, yet it had the purity of a stanza from a ballad come to life, a ballad composed about tragic events in some border hell.

Away, ye horrid moods! Moods of one's mind! You know I hate them well. You know I'd sooner be a clapping bell To some Kamtschatcan missionary church, Than with these horrid moods be left i' the lurch.

There is a darkness that fringes everything. It is a most horrid ecstasy.' And I felt the horror of her horror. That, I suppose, is a price we pay for love: the absorbing of another's pain as if our own.

Though I am absolutely sure, word for word, she then said: 'There is a darkness that fringes everything. It is a most horrid ecstasy.' And I felt the horror of her horror. That, I suppose, is a price we pay for love: the absorbing of another's pain as if our own.

I am absolutely sure, word for word, she then said: 'There is a darkness that fringes everything. It is a most horrid ecstasy.