Spurted Out Quotes

#1. He, being hacked and cut for three solid quarters of an hour by the vigorous hands that had taken charge of his education, was soon nothing but a single wound, from which blood spurted out on all sides.

Marquis De Sade

#2. It is not morbidity which draws crowds to scenes of disaster or unusual joy. It is the desire to participate in a moment when life breaks through to some higher level of intensity so that one's own life might take fire from that sudden spurted flame.

Maya Deren

#3. She weighed her possibilities.

Aleatha Romig

#4. We sat and drank, each with a separate past locked up in him, and fate's alarm clocks set at unrelated futures
when, at last, a wrist was cocked, and eyes of consorts met.

Vladimir Nabokov

#5. Blood spurted from his nose. Okay, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.

Gena Showalter

#6. My years with failing vision have prompted me to learn about the nature of the eye and the incredible gift of sight, which I had always taken for granted until it began to slip away.

Henry Grunwald

#7. You know, the purpose of reconciliation is to avoid the filibuster. The filibuster is an effort to talk something to death.

Dick Durbin

#8. Capitalism will continue to eliminate mass poverty in more and more places and to an increasingly marked extent if it is merely permitted to do so.

Henry Hazlitt

#9. I've always known that I love directing but I was really aware of it while making 'Beginners.' I am my happiest when I'm on set directing. I am also my kindest. When the actors get in front of the camera, it makes them very vulnerable. I am so in love with them for trying so hard.

Mike Mills

#10. Being a professional philosopher is, I would say, feeling natural to think about small and great problems. It is the only pleasure.

Umberto Eco

#11. Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.

George MacDonald

#12. The blood spurted from his neck and hit a copper pot hanging on the wall.

Elena Ferrante

#13. How could all this fresh water of memories have spurted once again and flowed through my impure soul of today without getting soiled?

Marcel Proust

#14. I stepped into the bedroom where he was killed and looked up at the ceiling, where you could still see the patterns of blood that had spurted from bin Laden's head when the bullet fired by a U.S. Navy SEAL tore through the terrorist leader's face.

Peter L. Bergen

#15. A city is in many respects a great business corporation, but in other respects it is enlarged housekeeping ... may we not say that city housekeeping has failed partly because women, the traditional housekeepers, have not been consulted as to its multiform activities?

Jane Addams