Quotes About Foul

I'm the first player in history that doesn't want to play defense and still gets in foul trouble.

What Cleaver never realized, even at the end of his life, is that chaos is as compelling a cause as any other. It can even become a religion to those unlucky enough to be baptized into it, those whose consolation can only be found in its foul waters.

Those teachings had been burned away. But he could not abide by a universe composed only of what he could see, especially when it was so frequently foul.

Edinburgh has history the way cats have bad breath.

It seemed cruel for a day to dawn so fair and end so foul as this one promised to.

I recognized the tokens of the time, because I had lived through just such another uneasy season, when every day was tainted by the foul breath of a fear that could not be faced forthrightly, yet could not be ignored.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural.

First of all, you want umpires to call what they see. In the case of fair or foul, the smartest thing is to call the ball fair. Because if it's called foul and ruled fair, where do we put the runners?

Henny was beautifully, wholeheartedly vile: she asked no quarter and gave none to the foul world, and when she told her children tales of the villainies they could understand, it was not to corrupt them, but because, for her, the world was really so.

suppurating bunghole with all the allure of a hair on a toilet seat.

Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.

There's too much day when you get up in the morning,' Moo Shoes whined. 'How do they do it? Citizens?' 'Suckers,' I said. 'You notice everyone is in a really foul mood in the morning? I don't recommend it.

The vile smell made him cringe

Stinking Bottomly, she

Great men may jest with saints; 'tis wit in them; But, in the less foul profanation.

Nature is truly wonderful. Only man is truly foul.

And during foul weather, there was no cooking at all, and the sailors endured cold

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often "came down" handsomely, and Scrooge never did.

Every word of it was for him. Against his sin, foul and secret, the whole wrath of God was aimed. The preacher's knife had probed deeply into his diseased conscience and he felt now that his soul was festering in sin.

And that stunk like an eight-week-old pile of fish guts sitting on the hot blacktop in the middle of August.

He grasped him in his two hands and ground and rattled him until the dung was forced out of him. The ford grew foul with his droppings.

That's my mentality. Just because somebody has fouled me, there is no reason for me to be nasty to him. I try to respect football as much as possible, and when someone is injured, you put the ball out.

a certain stink on a certain kind of soul, a foul scent of hateful smallness too often thwarted . . . then given an ounce of power.

Fair is fair, Buzzy—and you're foul by a mile. You tried to pull a fast one with that phony scarecrow. But you messed with the wrong guy. Now the trick's on you. It's time to hit the road. Yeah, Kim said. Just dry up and blow away.