Quotes About Spray

Obey, obey, obey -obey what? My body catching this wind is obeying the pulse of the breathtaking Divine. You, canoeing those rapids, are breaking into the spray of larger, unseen Waves.

Water flying, a mocking rainbow of God's Promise in the spray, sparkling banner over the work of His blind hammer. No holes in this man-child that Starling could see. On the speakers "Macarena" pounding, a strobe light going off and off and off until Hare dragged the photographer away.

You need to neuter him. Otherwise he'll spray all over the house. The stench is awful. And when he isn't out catting around, little female cats in heat will show up and wail under the windows." Kill me, please. "He is a nice cat. He's not like that." "It's instinct, Dali. Before you know it, you'll be running a feline whorehouse.

Look, some days, you have to film a sequence in which the rain is pounding down on someone and you're just turning the camera on what's happening. And other days, you occasionally have to spray Robert Pattinson in the face with a firehose.

Don't make me come out there and spray you, blanco. I point at my one eye. "Better have some sharpshooter fucking aim you want that shit to do any good.

Let your heart look on white sea spray and be lonely. Love is a fool star. You and a ring of stars may mention my name and then forget me. Love is a fool star.

Directly above her head, blood peppered the ceiling, a "castoff" spray that permeated the pimply white paint. It looked a little as though someone had taken a straw filled with red paint and aimed it high. But then again, wasn't that essentially what happened when you opened a vein? Not the creative sort, the ones beneath

Directly above her head, blood peppered the ceiling, a "castoff" spray that permeated the pimply white paint. It

Thanks to modern medical advances such as antibiotics, nasal spray, and Diet Coke, it has become routine for people in the civilized world to pass the age of 40, sometimes more than once.

It is ironic to think that man might determine his own future by something so seemingly trivial as the choice of an insect spray.

Many cows are fed a high-protein diet, which creates a more liquid manure that is easier to spray on fields.

I'm kind of a germ freak. When I get on a plane, I spray my seat and everything with Lysol Disinfectant Spray.

Everything from the music to our clothes was truly authentic. Lisa and I were in my basement spray painting our overalls.

Whenever I'm cooking at home over a steamy pot, I daydream about the day I'll have a soda gun installed in my kitchen to spray seltzer directly into my mouth.

The waves broke and spread their waters swiftly over the shore. One after another they massed themselves and fell; the spray tossed itself back with the energy of their fall. The waves were steeped deep-blue save for a pattern of diamond-pointed light on their backs which rippled as the backs of great horses ripple with muscles as they move. The waves fell; withdrew and fell again, like the thud of a great beast stamping.

It was high time Ivor got moving. It wasn't fair to be dead and yet to hang around like this, in every room, in every corner of the house….There ought to be something like a fly-spray, a fly-spray for ghosts, a ghost-spray….

Long before we saw the sea, its spray was on our lips, and showered salt rain upon us.

When a skunk sprays, a lot of bystanders have to deal with the stink.

I took a shower and spent some time on my hair, doing the blow-drying thing, adding some gel and some spray. When I was done I looked like Cher on a bad day. Still, Cher on a bad day wasn't all that bad. I was down to my last clean pair of spandex shorts. I tugged on a matching sports bra that doubled as a halter top and slid a big, loose, purple T-shirt with a large, droopy neck over my head. I laced up my hightop Reeboks, crunched down my white socks, and felt pretty cool.

zombie, all you have to do is douse your shop in my stink spray.

Sometimes, in my dreams, I see that enormous pit, surrounded, as it is, on all sides by wild trees and bushes. And the noise of the water rises upwards, and blends—in my sleep—with other and lower noises; while, over all, hangs the eternal shroud of spray.

It was a figure of a whale, with a white triangle that was supposed to be its spray. The spray moved up and down above the blowhole. On top of the spray sat a black-haired woman.

a greyish substance that might be blood. Remembering the spray I caught earlier, I wipe a hand across my face and it comes away wet and sticky with the same grey liquid. "I'd kill for a shower," I mutter, chuckling darkly at the sick joke. Juni cuts a long, jagged line through the creature's flesh

Spray a bug with a toxin and it dies; spray a man, spray his brain, and he becomes an insect that clacks and vibrates about in a closed circle forever. A reflex machine, like an ant. Repeating his last instruction.