Wipe Quotes (page 8)
The flock gets sight of a spot of blood on some chicken and they all go to peckin' at it, see, till they rip the chicken to shreds, blood and bones and feathers. But usually a couple of the flock gets spotted in the fracas, then it's their turn. And a few more gets spots and gets pecked to death, and more and more. Oh, a peckin' party can wipe out the whole flock in a matter of a few hours, buddy, I seen it. A mighty awesome sight. The only way to prevent it—with chickens—is to clip blinders...
Ken Kesey
Once and for allthe idea of glorious victorieswon by the glorious armymust be wiped out. Neither side is glorious. On either side they're just frightened men messing their pantsand they all want the same thing. Not to lie under the earthbut to walk upon itwithout crutches(Roux, act 1, scene 19)
Peter Weiss
Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't even begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a nice dry Cave, instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in; and she strewed clean sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire of wood at the back of the Cave; and she hung a dried wild-horse skin, tail down, across the opening of the Cave; and she said, 'Wipe your feet, dear, when you come in, and now...
Rudyard Kipling
O all you host of heaven! O Earth! waht else?
And shall i couple hell? O Fie! Hold, hold, my heart
And you, my sinews, grow not instant old,
But bear me stiffly up. Remember thee?
Ay, thou poor ghost, while memmory holds a seat
In this distracted globe. Remember thee?
Yea, from the table of my memory
I'll wipe away all trivial fond records,
All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past
That youth and observation copied there,
And thy commandment all alone shall live
Within the book and...
William Shakespeare
He was tender with her. He wiped her eyelids with his handkerchief, not noticing how soiled it was. It was stained with ink, crumpled, stuck together. Her lids were large and tender and the handkerchief was stiff, not nearly soft enough. He moistened a corner in his mouth. He was painfully aware of the private softness of her skin, of how the eyes trembled beneath their coverings. He dried the tears with an affection, a particularity, that had never been exercised before. It was a...
Peter Carey
If thou must love me, let it be for nought. Except for love's sake only. Do not say'I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way. Of speaking gently, ... for a trick of thought. That falls in well with mine, and certes brought. A sense of pleasant ease on such a day'For these things in themselves, Beloved, may. Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought, May be unwrought so. Neither love me for. Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, A creature might forget to weep, who...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Dirk turned on the car wipers, which grumbled because they didn't have quite enough rain to wipe away, so he turned them off again. Rain quickly speckled the windscreen. He turned on the wipers again, but they still refused to feel that the exercise was worthwhile, and scraped and squeaked in protest.
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