Quotes About Stain

Look ... I got this all dirty.

Hope and reality lie in inverse proportions, inside the walls of a hospital... Doubt is like dye. Once is spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.

The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They're pale, like a lioness's, nearly golden, but they also look like they've done their fair share of crying, and we all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn't have any.

Protect his house, His anxious house where days are counted From thunderbolt protect, From gradual ruin spreading like a stain; Converting number from vague to certain, Bring joy, bring day of his returning, Lucky with day approaching, with leaning dawn.

Confidence is the stain they can't wipe off.

This side of Eden, whether we realize it or not, we feel the stain on our souls, and at every opportunity, we try to scrub it away with steel-wool guilt.

Besides being a nasty habit that made her hair smell and stained her fingers, it was an expensive one.

For some time the augurs had been sure that the carpet's harmonious pattern was of divine origin. The oracle was interpreted in this sense, arousing no controversy. But you could, similarly, come to the opposite conclusion: that the true map of the uni-verse is the city of Eudoxia, just as it is, a stain that spreads out shapelessly, with crooked streets, houses that crumble one upon the other amid clouds of dust, fires, screams in the darkness.

Doubt is like dye. Once it spread into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.

Doubt is like dye. Once it spreads into the fabric of excuses you've woven, you'll never get rid of the stain.

soap or detergent molecules forge a link between the oil and the water; one end of the soap or detergent molecule binds to the oil, the other to the water. When we rinse the fabric, the stain lifts from its surface.

Goof Off, which is a mixture of xylene and various other solvents. It's great for dried latex paint, as well as many inks and glues. Place the fabric, stain side down, on a white cotton towel and drip the solvent through. If this doesn't do the job, pour some of the solvent onto a piece of white cotton and dab at the stain. Never rub!

Spot Shot. Its manufacturers market it for carpets, but it works on other fabrics as well. It is a combo of 2-butoxyethanol and a detergent. Spray it on, wait a bit, and dab with a paper towel. Shout, in its various formulations, is also worth shouting about. I've had good luck with the aerosol, the liquid, the gel, and, especially, the laundry stick.

nothing could eclipse the stain of his dirty, mortal mediocrity.

An ordinary wife would have counted herself lucky to find a husband with Peleus' mildness, his smile-lined face. But for the sea-nymph Thetis nothing could ever eclipse the stain of his dirty, mortal mediocrity.

Even the most beautiful nymph is largely useless, and an ugly one would be nothing, less than nothing. She would never marry or produce children. She would be a burden to her family, a stain upon the face of the world. She would live in the shadows, scorned and reviled. But a monster always has a place. She may have all the glory her teeth can snatch. She will not be loved for it, but she will not be constrained either.

But for the sea-nymph Thetis nothing could ever eclipse the stain of his dirty, mortal mediocrity.

And who is to say this afterimage is not equally real? Indigo makes its stain not in the dyeing vat, but after the garment has been removed. It is the oxygen of the air that blues it.

His neck felt like sandpaper. If ring around the collar were a terminal disease, they'd be burying him.

I glance around at the nest we have made, at the floorboards polished by our bare feet, at the continents of stain on the ceiling like an old and all-wrong discoverer's map, at the earnestly bloated canvases I conscientiously cover with great streaks straining to say what even I am begining to suspect is the unsayable thing, and I grow frightened.

Confidence is a stain, you can't wipe it off.

You're just so lucky blood's so hard to get out of the carpet.

For Sale: Parachute. Only used once, never opened, small stain.

Love is a universal migraine A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason.