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Quotes About Acrid

There is a remarkably distinctive smell emitted by fearful bureaucrats. It is acrid, rank, and seems to cling to the clothing and the hair.
~ Peter Macinnis
By all the rules of modern fiction there should have been gunsmoke mingling its acrid blue with the brown haze of corral dust. Dead men should have fallen and been trampled... Nothing of this sort happened.
~ B.M. Bower
They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
~ Émile Zola
Hope was like a wound, and, if not properly cared for, it festered. It turned sour and acrid.
~ Melissa de la Cruz
The smell by now was indescribable, a compound of burnt aging automobile stinks and the natural odors of death and blood—sweet as garbage, acrid as gasoline, the smell of a thousand rubber tires rolled in batshit and then set on fire.
~ Michael Chabon
I do not like anis, Pablo said. The acrid smell had carried across the table and he had picked out the one familiar component. Good, said Robert Jordan. Because there is very little left. What drink is that? the gypsy asked. A medicine, Robert Jordan said. Do you want to taste it? What is it for? For everything, Robert Jordan said. It cures everything. If you have anything wrong this will cure it.
~ Hemingway Ernest
Isn't it better that we send them off once and for all beneath the glow of carnival lights, with the taste of treats on our tongues, rather than invite the acrid tang of doubt, and undue longing, and the heart-stab of a freshly sundered bond?
~ Chang-Rae Lee
Or poking through a house, in closets shut for years, Full of the scent of time - acrid, musky, dank, One comes, perhaps, upon a flask of memories In whose escaping scent a soul returns to life. - The Flask
~ Charles Baudelaire
Simultaneously a frantic, high-tech juggernaut and a timeless Asian dream, Bangkok straddles like no other metropolis the boundary between acrid and sweet, soft and hard, sacred and profane. It's a silk buzz saw, a lacquered jackhammer, a steel-belted seduction, a digital prayer.
~ Tom Robbins
I smell of decay, the acrid smell of a lonely person, a person with no respect or regard for themselves.
~ Tracey Emin
questions accompanied by that acrid gunpowdery
~ James Patterson
The unpleasant, acrid smell of burnt poetry.
~ p g wodehouse
She was sharp, and acrid of temperament; and in her speech she was sarcastic at most times, and when angry, incisive and severe. Her words at such times fell like nettles upon those at whom she thrust them.
~ Unknown
light sharp bitter tint
~ David Foster Wallace
Bah! querido, un fuego sofoca a otro fuego, un dolor se aminora por la angustia de otro dolor: hazte mudable y busca remedio en la contraria mudanza; cura una desesperación con otra desesperación, haz que absorban tus ojos un nuevo veneno y el antiguo perderá su ponzoñosa acritud.
~ William Shakespeare
I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was full of oozy, moist shavings, and my hands looked as though I had been disemboweling small animals.
~ Diana Gabaldon
The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
~ D. H. Lawrence
Valerian, hops, cramp bark, catnip, and lobelia are all acrid; boneset, blessed thistle, wild lettuce, and blue vervain are nauseant bitters.
~ Unknown