Quotes About Dingy

I used to own a dingy and can still sail one if pushed, but I like the pleasure boats.

That's the classical mind at work, runs fine inside but looks dingy on the surface.

THE RETURN ADDRESS on Rutter's letter corresponded to a dingy storefront some blocks south of any hope of urban renewal.

My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.

Fantastic! Right in the middle of that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break, your coats are getting dirty, everything's dark, dingy - what a great time for a movie!

Fantastic! Right in the middle of that long stretch between Christmas and Spring Break, your coats are getting dirty, everything's dark, dingy - what a great time for a movie!

Not even a dive bar in sight, just a long dingy curve of corridor with fibrous gray carpeting institutionalizing it further.

Esperanza entered the Parker Inn. The first thing that hit her was the smell—a pungent combination of dried vomit and body odor, only less olfactorily pleasing. She wrinkled her nose and continued inside. The floor was hardwood with lots of sawdust. The light was dingy, coming off the pool table ceiling fixtures that were supposed to look like imitation Tiffany lamps. The crowd was probably two-to-one men over women. Everyone was dressed—in a word—cheesy. Esperanza

The club had the lights up and revealed itself as the slightly dingy dive it really was, chairs on tables with their legs up like tired chorus girls.

Maybe a little break," she muttered. "Just maybe." She'd lucked out with Mason Tobias. He might've been a little dingy

We are going to do a play, and we want another man. The man who was going to play one of the parts has had to go back to London. Poor devil! Fancy having to leave a place like this and go back to that dingy, overrated town.

The antique shop in the Brompton Road proved, as fore-shadowed, to be an antique shop in the Brompton Road and, like all antique shops except the swanky ones in the Bond Street neigbourhood, dingy outside and dark and smelly within. I don't know why it is, but the proprietors of these establishments always seem to be cooking some sort of stew in the back room.

Sometimes I fantasize backstage about how people do their laundry. Woolite? Mixed-color loads? Do they fold? Do they press? Do they Shout it out? And the thing that kills me—do their whites come out dingy? This you will not know with some performers backstage because they are in their iconic selves and icons don't do laundry.

large numbers of early American colonists spent their entire lives in such dingy, nasty conditions.