Quotes About Blight

as great a blight on our world as a missionary landing on Tahiti with a boxful of brassieres.

Gordon Ramsay grew up in a tourist town, Stratford-Upon-Avon, but in a part tourists don't visit - a council estate: a concrete bunker subsidized by the local government, synonymous with deprivation and blight.

Once to every man and nation comes the moment to decide, In the strife of truth and falsehood, for the good or evil side; Some great cause, some new decision, offering each bloom or blight, And the choice goes by forever twixt that darkness and that light.

Blight is like a cancer. This is one of those all-or-nothing things.

As for the high priest—the wretch who betrayed God's chosen people to Rome for some coin and the right to prance about in his spangled garments? His very existence was an insult to God. It was a blight upon the entire land. It had to be wiped away.

I don't believe in evil; I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the blights and the ants and the maggots.

The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you are for ever floored.

If there is any justice in the world, then eighties rock will never again serve to blight humanity as it did in that dark decade!

Adding to the smoke of burning coal, from about the middle of the eighteenth century, the "dark Satanic mills" of William Blake's 1808 poem "Jerusalem" began strewing their blight across England's green and pleasant land.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

There is no reason why a nation as rich as ours should be blighted by poverty, disease, and illiteracy.

It's a filthy city. Everything here is trash. Eventually someone's gotta burn it.

In Conisborough there's no Hoxton Square to bring a bit of light relief. It's just mile after mile of broken windows and the bloody Earth Centre.

There's a curse on me as there's a curse on the Larkin name. The curse comes back, again and again, to taunt me! Ronan! Kilty! Tomas! And now me! What are the Irish among men? Are we lepers? Are we a blight? Will there ever be an end to our tears?

IN A DETECTIVE'S WORLD there was one true blight on society, and it wasn't the master criminal; after all, superpredators were few and far between. It was the media. Sunday

I don't know what ails Adelaide Addison. Isola says she is a blight because she likes being a blight— it gives her a sense of destiny.

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, my dear Charles, it has killed you.

I took you out to dinner to warn you of charm. I warned you expressly and in great detail of the Flyte family. Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches. It kills love; it kills art; I greatly fear, Charles, it has killed you.' [Anthony Blanche to Charles Ryder]

Charm is the great English blight. It does not exist outside these damp islands. It spots and kills anything it touches.

the power of evil is both great and universal, is an ever present blight on life in all its manifestations, and is a matter of daily experience in the life of every man.

The worst part of the potato blight was that it didn't go away. After the 1845 crops failed, people counted on the potatoes of 1846 to pull them through, but those potatoes rotted away, too. For some reason the crop of 1847 survived, but not enough fields of potatoes had been planted to produce enough food for everyone who needed it. And in 1848 the blight reappeared with a vengeance.

What exile from himself can flee? To zones, though more and more remote, Still, still pursues, where'er I be, The blight of life--the demon Thought.

There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire: it is hardly a passion, but a blight bred in the cloudy, damp despondency of uneasy egoism.

My dear Pepper," said Ellery, "that is the curse of my composition. I'm always thinking. I'm pursued by what Byron in Childe Harold—you recall that magnificent first canto?—saw fit to call, 'The blight of life—the demon Thought.