Top 38 Acrid Quotes
#1. They dared not peer down into their own natures, down into the feverish confusion that filled their minds with a kind of dense, acrid mist.
Emile Zola
#2. but there was a queer, acrid smell about.
Bram Stoker
#3. Most satirists are indeed a public scourge; Their mildest physic is a farrier's purge; Their acrid temper turns, as soon as stirr'd, The milk of their good purpose all to curd. Their zeal begotten, as their works rehearse, By lean despair upon an empty purse.
William Cowper
#4. The good news is that parents are the leading influence on kids' decision not to drink alcohol.
Xavier Becerra
#5. The smell by now was indescribable, a compound of burnt aging automobile stinks and the natural odors of death and blood - sweet as garbage, acrid as gasoline, the smell of a thousand rubber tires rolled in batshit and then set on fire.
Michael Chabon
#8. Just because you fall once, doesn't mean you're fall at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always trust yourself, because if you don't then who will??
Marilyn Monroe
#9. You know, maybe that's all anybody wants, is to be useful. And have somebody else notice it.
Sharon Creech
#10. Simultaneously a frantic, high-tech juggernaut and a timeless Asian dream, Bangkok straddles like no other metropolis the boundary between acrid and sweet, soft and hard, sacred and profane. It's a silk buzz saw, a lacquered jackhammer, a steel-belted seduction, a digital prayer.
Tom Robbins
#11. They were all impatient for a kill. They wanted to fill their noses with the hot, acrid death that issued from a deer's carcass minutes after it drew its last breath, the smell that allowed them, as men, to tremble momentarily with the sensation of life, its heat and quiet.
Christopher Bollen
#12. When our hearts open, when we know that we are in fact the world, when we experience the pain of others in our own blood and muscle, we are feeling compassion.
Ram Dass
#13. I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was full of oozy, moist shavings, and my hands looked as though I had been disemboweling small animals.
Diana Gabaldon
#14. Men fed upon carnage, and drinking strong drinks, have all an impoisoned and acrid blood which drives them mad in a hundred different ways.
Voltaire
#15. I stumble across the sea of tarmac, finding pavement, concealment and a brick wall. Palms brace against the scrubby surface. My stomach churns and then bubbles over, burning my throat as acrid yellow acid spills from my lips in frothy discomposure. It splatters the pavement like a spray of blood.
Rebecca Clare Smith
#16. The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear
D.H. Lawrence
#17. An ancient mustiness padded the air, tinged with with an acrid scent-a trace of the war between paper and oxygen, played out in slow inexorable burn that would one day crumble this empire to dust. -page 62
Jennifer Lee Carrell
#18. You are the only person who can accomplish what God has created you for
Sunday Adelaja
#19. They'd dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn't remember half of what they'd said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness.
Lauren Gilley
#22. Kindness in ourselves is the honey that blunts the sting of unkindness in another.
Walter Savage Landor
#23. we have forgotten that we were born
of celestial cataclysm.
we have forgotten how to dance
bare-footed on the earth to the cadence
of our souls. we have forgotten the ritual
fires and the acrid tang of holy smoke
on our tongues.
Beth Morey
#24. Isn't it better that we send them off once and for all beneath the glow of carnival lights, with the taste of treats on our tongues, rather than invite the acrid tang of doubt, and undue longing, and the heart-stab of a freshly sundered bond?
Chang-rae Lee
#25. When I was a kid, I attended a small Catholic school in a south suburb of Chicago.
Diablo Cody
#26. Acrid bitterness inevitably seeps into the lives of people who harbor grudges and suppress anger, and bitterness is always a poison. It keeps your pain alive instead of letting you deal with it and get beyond it. Bitterness sentences you to relive the hurt over and over.
Lee Strobel
#27. She hates herself a little for it. Zoey can smell him now, an acrid tang of body odor mixed with the last tinges of vanilla that all the clothes are washed in. The scent makes her want to vomit. "Pretty,
Joe Hart
#28. For a knight to ride in a carriage was against the principles of chivalry and he never under any circumstances rode a mare.
Barbara W. Tuchman
#29. I enjoy working with Deborah Ann, I think she's brilliant. It's been a joy.
Rutina Wesley
#30. From so much of this seriously-intended pornography there rises, even when it is lewdly or boisterously comic, the acrid smell, unmistakable, of self-dislike.
Storm Jameson
#31. By all the rules of modern fiction there should have been gunsmoke mingling its acrid blue with the brown haze of corral dust. Dead men should have fallen and been trampled ...
Nothing of this sort happened.
B.M. Bower
#32. I am a child of America. If ever I'm sent to Death Row for my revolutionary 'crimes,' I'll order as my last meal: a hamburger, french fries, and a coke.
Jerry Rubin
#33. Many children with cancer in the developing world can be cured. But without appropriate treatment, few survive.
Caitriona Balfe
#34. Many of my patients continued to smoke, often furtively, during their treatment for cancer (I could smell the acrid whiff of tobacco on their clothes as they signed the consent forms for chemotherapy).
Siddhartha Mukherjee
#36. The most tenacious universal language in the world is love.
Paulo Coelho
#37. She smelled the smoke before she saw it - acrid in her nose, bitter in her throat.
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#38. It wasn't sarcasm." Graves blew out a cloud of acrid smoke. "It was pointing out a fallacy in your logic, babe."
Anna's jaw actually dropped. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I should laugh or push him out of the room. Way to go, Graves.
Lilith Saintcrow
