Quotes About Stench

Your words smell of corpses.

I don't like bad smells.

odor like that of rotting meat permeated

The whereabouts of the other Nance brothers-- Clee Roy, Buddy, and Junior--had been ascertained. They were chilling at the forty-acre Pensacola estate leased by the network and used as an outdoor set for the fractious family barbecue scenes that closed each episode. Down the road a stretch was the rooster farm, which the clan avoided except during taping days, because of the stench.

smells like somebody's old socks wrapped around a dead skunk, at least this one did, and the wind was blowing this way.

he could see the darkness pulse, and the smell of decay had thickened to a stench.

No, no, said the librarian, forgiven for being alive, for being in the world. For the arrogance and the futility of remaining alive, the ridiculousness of it, the stench of it, the unreasonableness of it.

Bruce and Shawn Chait are the stench in this courtroom, and I know I'm not the only one who smelled it," Padowitz said.

You need to neuter him. Otherwise he'll spray all over the house. The stench is awful. And when he isn't out catting around, little female cats in heat will show up and wail under the windows." Kill me, please. "He is a nice cat. He's not like that." "It's instinct, Dali. Before you know it, you'll be running a feline whorehouse.

El paraíso huele de una forma muy concreta: a alcantarilla.

The building was no warmer than the street outside, and it smelled like something died in there from smelling something else that died in there.

Good thing about bad rubbish is you can make the stench go away just by covering it up. It never comes back as long as you keep a tight lid on it.

The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.

There's hell, there's darkness, there is the sulphurous pit; burning, scalding, stench, consumption!

Stinking Bottomly, she

Attempting to squash your permeating stench of a loser by bum rushing every girl you come across is a bad look.

The dissolute and unlawful king came: Herod! I saw him with my own eyes when he called me to Jericho to heal him. I took along my secret herbs—I knew all about such lore—and went. I went, and from that day on, I have not been able to eat meat, for I saw his putrescent flesh; I have not been able to drink wine, for I saw his blood filled with worms. I have retained his stench in my nostrils for over thirty years.

And oh, could he smell them. It wasn't just the stench of body sweat. It was the rancid odor of human meat. With every breath they gave it off. Blood under their tongue. Long pork between their teeth. Eau de cannibal.

The stench of disinfectant could not entirely mask the odor of human pain.

Just a foul stench, as if every dead man in the vicinity had sat up and expelled a breath

To someone who grows up by the stockyards, that smell just smells like air. You don't know what a younger person might someday think of you, and whatever stench we still breathe in without noticing.

NOISE, n. A stench in the ear. Undomesticated music. The chief product and authenticating sign of civilization.

Dr. Cochrane and his sister were alone on the sun deck watching the last hold being filled with a cargo of salted hides. The stench was awful.

A field of stiff weeds and thistles and tufted nettle-bunches. Thick among the tufts of rank stiff growth lay battered canisters and clots and coils of solid excrement. A faint marshlight struggling upwards from all the ordure through the bristling grey-green weeds. An evil smell, faint and foul as the light, curled upwards sluggishly out of the canisters and from the stale crusted dung.