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Jarring Quotes (page 3)

In my mind, President Snow should be viewed in front of marble pillars hung with oversized flags. It's jarring to see him surrounded by the ordinary objects in the room. Like taking the lid off a pot and finding a fanged viper instead of stew. Suzanne Collins
because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street caf in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. Sylvia Plath
We're a lukewarm people for all our feast days and hard work. Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision. Our children frighten us in their intimacy, but we make sure they grow up like us. Lukewarm like us. On a night like this, hands and faces hot, we can believe that tomorrow will show us angels in jars and that the well-known woods will suddenly reveal another path. Jeanette Winterson
Garlic is divine. Few food items can taste so many distinct ways, handled correctly. Misuse of garlic is a crime...Please, treat your garlic with respect...Avoid at all costs that vile spew you see rotting in oil in screwtop jars. Too lazy to peel fresh? You don't deserve to eat garlic. Anthony Bourdain
Stephen King quote: "Directing teenage actors is like juggling jars of..."
Directing teenage actors is like juggling jars of nitro-glycerine: exhilarating and dangerous. Stephen King
Sylvia Plath quote: "To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead..."
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream. Sylvia Plath
I wasted time, and now doth time waste me; For now hath time made me his numbering clock: My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch, Whereto my finger, like a dial's point, Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears. Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart, Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans Show minutes, times, and hours. William Shakespeare
Robert Bloch quote: "Actually, I have the heart of a small boy--I keep it in a jar..."
Actually, I have the heart of a small boy--I keep it in a jar on my desk. Robert Bloch
Where, then, is our orator running off to, who was going to speak about a palm, but talks of nothing but a gourd? "It started as a wine jar, why does it end as a water jug? Martin Luther
Jimmy: You'll end up like one of those chocolate merengues my wife is so fond of [Alison starts banging jars]...sweet and sticky on the outside, and sink your teeth in it [savouring every word]-inside, all white, messy and disgusting. [offering teapot sweetly to Helena] Milk? John Osborne
Charlotte Bronte quote: "Nothing refines like affection. Family jarring vulgarizes -..."
Nothing refines like affection. Family jarring vulgarizes - family union elevates. Charlotte Bronte
Sitting on the floor with her arms round Mrs Ramsay’s knees, close as she could get, smiling to think that Mrs Ramsay would never know the reason of that pressure, she imagined how in the chambers of the mind and heart of the woman who was, physically, touching her, were stood, like the treasures in the tombs of kings, tablets bearing sacred inscriptions, which if one could spell them out, would teach one everything, but they would never be offered openly, never made public. What art was... Virginia Woolf
Somebody has to go polish the stars, They're looking a little bit dull. Somebody has to go polish the stars, For the eagles and starlings and gulls. Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn, They say they want new ones we cannot afford. So please get your rags. And your polishing jars, Somebody has to go polish the stars. Shel Silverstein
How then does light return to the world after the eclipse of the sun? Miraculously. Frailly. In thin stripes. It hangs like a glass cage. It is a hoop to be fractured by a tiny jar. There is a spark there. Next moment a flush of dun. Then a vapour as if earth were breathing in and out, once, twice, for the first time. Then under the dullness someone walks with a green light. Then off twists a white wraith. The woods throb blue and green, and gradually the fields drink in red, gold, brown.... Virginia Woolf
One night, in his cups, he drank a jar of wildfire, after telling his friends it would transform him into a dragon, but the gods were kind and it transformed him into a corpse. George R. R. Martin

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