Smelliness Quotes & Sayings

There were large and small ones too. And some quite in-between. But all of equal nastiness.
And smelliness and ghastliness.
For they would eat a fellow up, as one might fish and chips — Robert Rankin

Vermeer's skill was in combining few colors, mixing little and using layers of lakes and varnishes to build up the illusion of life — Frank Wynne

I still remember vividly watching television coverage of the Democratic National Convention in the summer of 1992 (when he was 17) when Bill Clinton got the nomination. That was certainly a part of my growing interest in politics. — Josh Earnest

Nobody does anything better than me in baseball (said before the 1971 World Series). — Roberto Clemente

Winning one soul for JESUS CHRIST worth more than being famous in pleasing a sinful world — James C. Uwandu

What is a fantasy map but a space beyond which There Be Dragons? — Terry Pratchett

Levi unwrapped her scarf and pulled her forward by the tails, briefly pressing his face into the top of her head.
"Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow," he said. — Rainbow Rowell

Midnight is not in everyman's reach. — Rene Char

Americans worry that Afghanistan has become a petri dish in which the germs of Islamic fanaticism are replicating - soon Afghans will be hijacking American planes and bombing embassies everywhere. And their fears are not necessarily unfounded. The Taliban are unemployed war veterans, ready and even eager to return to the battlefield. — William T. Vollmann

The trees were still green, the sky still blue, which counted for something. So they went ahead and plugged their smelly paradise - God's Own Country they called it in their brochures - because they knew, those clever Hotel People, that smelliness, like other peoples' poverty, was merely a matter of getting used to. A question of discipline. Of Rigor and Air-conditioning. Nothing more. — Arundhati Roy

Politics is like navigation in a sea without charts, and wise men live the lives of pilgrims. — Joyce Cary

Happy the heart that keeps its twilight hour, And, in the depths of heavenly peace reclined, Loves to commune with thoughts of tender power,
A shining Jacob's-ladder of the mind! — Paul Hamilton Hayne