Gutter Like Quotes

#1. My preferences range from the gutter-like to the idyllically sublime, ideally with you roaming the range beside me...

Virginia Alison

#2. So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept away into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days you can hear their chorus rushing kkpast.

Nicola Kraus

#3. Then you start to see things, Lloydy-my-boy. Things you missed from the gutter. Like how the floor of the Wagon is nothing but straight pine boards, so fresh they're still bleeding sap, and if you took your shoes off you'd be sure to get a splinter.

Stephen King

#4. Glory's like a bowling ball. She gets picked up, fingered, and thrown in the gutter, and yet she still comes back.

Suzanne Wright

#5. Absolutely, it's a Sunni area. So the key here, once Ramadi is taken that you have the Sunni tribal fighters, Sunni police in there patrolling the city.

Tom Bowman

#6. Life is hard, no? And full of sorrow. The Pilani dance in defiance of death and grief and hardship. They choose to burn before the darkness, rather than to gutter out like a dim flame.

Alison Croggon

#7. Man created God, not God, man

Giuseppe Garibaldi

#8. I felt like a lonely cat, an aging tom ridden by obscure rage, looking for torn-ear trouble. I clipped that pitch off short and threw it away. Night streets were my territory, and would be till I rolled in the last gutter.

Ross Macdonald

#9. Morality is often seen as an innovation, like agriculture and writing. From this perspective, babies are pint-sized psychopaths, self-interested beings who need to be taught moral notions such as the wrongness of harming another person.

Paul Bloom

#10. Every time I make a record, it's a gem with different facets, and every time I like to explore a different side. The core is the same, it never changes, but I try to create a different shape.

Neige

#11. When Edd caught sight of the ragged band of wildlings, he pursed his lips and gave the giant a long look. "Might need some butter to slide that one through the tunnel, m'lord. Shall I send someone to the larder?" "Oh, I think he'll fit. Unbuttered." So

George R R Martin

#12. Health and disease are the same thing - vital action intended to preserve, maintain, and protect the body. There is no more reason for treating disease than there is for treating health.

Herbert M. Shelton

#13. Every last souvenir of the love we had, the prizes & the debris of this relationship, like the glitter in the gutter when the parade has passed, all the everything & whatnot kicked to the curb.

Daniel Handler

#14. I'm a weak character, without guts or ambition. I caught the brass ring and it shocked me to find out it wasn't gold. A guy like me has one big moment in his life, one perfect swing on the high trapeze. Then he spends the rest of his time trying not to fall off the sidewalk into the gutter.

Raymond Chandler

#15. I've never been in this part of Trenton before. I don't feel comfortable driving around buildings that haven't got gang slogans sprayed on them. Look at this place. No boarded-up windows. No garbage in the gutter. No brothers selling goods on the street. Don't know how people can live like this.

Janet Evanovich

#16. I look like a down-and-out drunk who has been picked out of the gutter in the Strand.

Winston Churchill

#17. A white linen tablecloth
edged with pink roses --
Mama's favorite pattern --
flowed like a bride's train
from sidewalk to curb to gutter.
Papa stared at black boot marks
crossing it like sins.

Paul B. Janeczko

#18. They choose to burn before the darkness, rather than gutter out like a dim flame.

Alison Croggon

#19. If you reach deeply into yourself, you are reaching into the very essence of mankind.

Joseph Jaworski

#20. Savannah is a ... lovely pastel dream of tight cobbled streets ... There are legendary scenes ... to rival any dreamed up by Tennessee Williams.

Rosemary Daniell

#21. Maybe tranquility is the dirt under my nails. I know it's there but I never feel like digging it out.

Casey Renee Kiser

#22. If the garden of Eden really exists it does so moment by moment, fragmented and tough, cropping up like a fan of buddleia high up in the gutter of a deserted warehouse, or in a heap of frozen cabbages becoming luminous in the reflected light of roadside snow.

Helen Dunmore