Spill Quotes

1. "Whatever pain meds Dr. Steve was taking for his shoulder, they must have been the strong ones. I mean the really strong ones, because he had gotten two of his shirt buttons in the wrong holes, spilled coffee all over his sling, and he was grinning like he was six years old and someone had just given him a puppy."
Author: Ally Carter

2. "At first, man was enslaved by the gods. But he broke their chains. Then he was enslaved by the kings. But he broke their chains. He was enslaved by his birth, by his kin, by his race. But he broke their chains. He declared to all his brothers that a man has rights which neither god nor king nor other men can take away from him, no matter what their number, for his is the right of man, and there is no right on earth above this right. And he stood on the threshold of freedom for which the blood of the centuries behind him had been spilled."
Author: Ayn Rand

3. "On those luminous mornings Adela returned from the market, like Pomona emerging from the flames of day, spilling from her basket the coloful beauty of the sun –the shiny pink cherries full of juice under their transparent skins, the mysterious apricots in whose golden pulp lay the core of long afternoons. And next to that pure poetry of fruit, she unloaded sides of meat with their keyboard of ribs swollen with energy and strength, and seaweeds of vegetables like dead octopuses and squids–the raw material of meals with a yet undefined taste, the vegetative and terrestrial ingredients of dinner, exuding a wild and rustic smell."
Author: Bruno Schulz

4. "He stood up. "Let's go." The sun spilling through the window hit his chest, making his bare skin look even more golden."That's okay," she sputtered. "You don't have to...tag along.""Yes, I do. I'm your shadow until after breakfast."Oh great. Her gaze slipped down to his open shirt again. Was she going to have to look, or try not to look, at his chest all morning? "Then at least button your shirt." The words were out before she realised how that sounded.The disappointment in his eyes vanished and a sexy twinkle took its place. The twinkle brought out the gold flecks in his irises, which she used to admire so much."Why?" he asked. "Does it bother you?"She glared at him. "Don't go there."
Author: C.C. Hunter

5. "The books awed her by size, thickness, the staggering mass of lines and words to read before she could read all of them. Then having read all of the books must she carry in her head all that knowledge from the books? This too staggered her. "Wouldn't my head feel queer?" she asked Elder Brewster. "Wouldn't my head feel heavy carrying so much knowledge? Could any of it spill out if there was too much?"
Author: Carl Sandburg

6. "When white people envision their perfect home, it always has hardwood floors. In fact, most white people would prefer a dirt floor over wall-to-wall carpeting, because to them it would have the same level of cleanliness and probably fewer germs.White people are petrified of germs, and when they look at a carpet all they can see is everything that has ever been spilled, tracked in, or shaken loose into the carpet fibers. But more disgusting to white people is that wall-to-wall carpeting reminds them of suburban homes, motel rooms, and the horrible apartments that they have visited or lived in over the years. It has no soul. Only germs.Hardwood floors, on the other hand, are easily cleaned and give a sense of character to a place, since they are often the original flooring in older buildings. It is a well-known white fantasy to purchase a home or apartment that has disgusting carpet and then to pull it up to reveal a beautiful hardwood floor underneath."
Author: Christian Lander

7. "…I felt each beat slowing as his breathe fell away from my world. "You're going to be okay" I lied, as blood spilled painting my fingers crimson. He stared blankly gasping for breath. My fingers never worked the same after that day. They became wild, fierce---unruly. And heart? I don't know where heart is; I think he still has her."
Author: Coco J. Ginger

8. "...and the renewed shock had nearly made him spill his drink. He drained it quickly before anything serious happened to it. He then had another quick one to follow the first one down and check that it was all right."
Author: Douglas Adams

9. "Lines written for a thirtieth wedding anniversarySomewhere up in the eaves it began:high in the roof – in a sort of vaultbetween the slates and the gutter – a small leak.Through it, rain which came from the east,in from the lights and foghorns of the coast – water with a ghost of ocean salt in it – spilled down on the path below.Over and over and overyears stone began to alter,its grain searched out, worn in:granite rounding down, giving waytaking into its own inertia that information water brought, of ships,wings, fog and phosphor in the harbour.It happened under our lives: the rain,the stone. We hardly noticed. Nowthis is the day to think of it, to wonder:all those years, all those years together –the stars in a frozen arc overhead,the quick noise of a thaw in the air,the blue stare of the hills – through it allthis constancy: what wears, what endures.-"
Author: Eavan Boland

10. "There was no wind, and, outside now of the warm air of the cave, heavy with smoke of both tobacco and charcoal, with the odor of cooked rice and meat, saffron, pimentos, and oil, the tarry, wine-spilled smell of the big skin hung beside the door, hung by the neck and all the four legs extended, wine drawn from a plug fitted in one leg, wine that spilled a little onto the earth of the floor, settling the dust smell; out now from the odors of different herbs whose names he did not know that hung in bunches from the ceiling, with long ropes of garlic, away now from the copper-penny, red wine and garlic, horse sweat and man sweat died in the clothing (acrid and gray the man sweat, sweet and sickly the dried brushed-off lather of horse sweat, of the men at the table, Robert Jordan breathed deeply of the clear night air of the mountains that smelled of the pines and of the dew on the grass in the meadow by the stream."
Author: Ernest Hemingway

11. "Let's start this place on nonexistent fire," I teased."Promise." She sucked in an excited breath.We closed our eyes and I placed my feverish mouth to hers. Immediately, violent, zealous flashes of shimmering flames climbed to the furthest point, trailed like rain down the pitched ceiling and spilled down the walls, gathering at their feet pools of fervent, bubbling, silvery liquid electricity before evaporating into nothing."
Author: Fisher Amelie

12. "I'm dazzled by your facility. In ten days you'll have written six stories! I don't understand it… I'm like one of those old aqueducts: there's so much rubbish cogging up the banks of my thought that it flows slowly, and only spills from the end of my pen drop by drop."
Author: Gustave Flaubert

13. "I just called to tell you good night. Get some sleep, Theia. Tomorrow is a big day.""I would sleep much better if you were here." As soon as the words spilled out of my mouth,I wanted to die of embarrassment. Haden and I were close, but we hadn't gotten that close yet. "I mean . . . it's just that when you're near I'm not as agitated. Not that I want to sleep with you." I needed to stop talking—I was making it worse."You don't?" He was teasing now. "Now you've hurt my male pride."
Author: Gwen Hayes

14. "When you are a soldier you do not always realize there is anything beyond the will of your commander, the will of your king. But when you're on the field of battle, when the swords clash and the colors fly above you in all their glory, there comes a time when you wonder: Why am I here? All the brilliance fades, the glory becomes meaningless; the blood spilled and comrades dead, all for nothing when you have no cause to fight for."
Author: Hazel B. West

15. "...this is what death does to you, it takes and takes, so that all that is left of your memories is a faint tracing of spilled ash."
Author: Hilary Mantel

16. "If we allow our American mindset of consumption to spill into our understanding of what a Christian is, we are in danger of living irrespective of world family."
Author: Holly Sprink

17. "My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere."
Author: J. Lynn

18. "Hello, Professor McGonagall," said Moody calmly, bouncing the ferret still higher."What — what are you doing?" said Professor McGonagall, her eyes following the bouncing ferret's progress through the air."Teaching," said Moody."Teach — Moody, is that a student?" shrieked Professor McGonagall, the books spilling out of her arms."Yep," said Moody."Moody, we never use Transfiguration as a punishment!" said Professor McGonagall weakly."
Author: J.K. Rowling

19. "A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night."
Author: J.R.R. Tolkien

20. "I wanted to put my hand to an enormous paean which would unify my vision of America with words spilled out in the modern spontaneous method. Instead of just a horizontal account of travels on the road, I wanted a vertical, metaphysical study. ... This feeling may soon be obsolete as America enters its High Civilization period and no one will get sentimental or poetic any more about trains and dew on fences at dawn in Missouri."
Author: Jack Kerouac

21. "Vince couldn't stop talking, spilling thoughts that had obviously churned inside him for years. "We could've stopped the spread of the disease a lot better than we've been able to cure the disease... Thought the magical cure would save them in the end. But if we wait any longer we'll run out of people to save."
Author: James Dashner

22. "Their life is mysterious, it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity, it can be comprehended, described, but closer it begins to separate, to break into light and shadow, the density blinds one. Within there is no form, only prodigious detail that reaches everywhere: exotic sounds, spills of sunlight, foliage, fallen trees, small beasts that flee at the sound of a twig-snap, insects, silence, flowers.And all of this, dependent, closely woven, all of it is deceiving. There are really two kinds of life. There is, as Viri says, the one people believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other which causes the trouble, this other we long to see."
Author: James Salter

23. "What a waste of beauty, what a waste of knowledge a sudden death can inflict, like spilling something vital away into dry soil."
Author: Jane Borodale

24. "Stretched to infinity, the sea appeared as a blue metallic skin, drawn tight and tautover the face of the worldand tinged orange at its far edges by a low-hanging sun,glowing like a tangerine cut wide open. As the sea broached the shore, small waves squeezed out from the depthsand spilled, surged and scoured the beach. Memories of our love, holding you in my arms on that the shifting shore,made everything feel so right, so whole, as if we were always made to be together. Our love holds fast even now,despite the long shifting shoreline of our lives. (together)"
Author: Jeffrey A. White

25. "New Yorkers love it when you spill your guts out there. Spill your guts at Wimbledon and they make you stop and clean it up."
Author: Jimmy Connors

26. "Of course I was bullied and of course I was called names - my last name is Weir. That's very, very close to 'weird,' or 'queer' and any of those words. But I've never been anyone to cry over spilled milk or be upset because kids don't like me, or people don't like me... It makes my skin stronger and thicker. And why cry? Your mascara runs."
Author: Johnny Weir

27. "My inner chemistry had been hijacked by a mad scientist, who poured the fizzy, volatile contents of my heart from a test tube marked SOBER REALITY into another labeled SUNNY DELUSION, and back again, faster and faster, until the floor of my life was slick with spillage."
Author: Jonathan Lethem

28. "We were trying to make our lives easier, trying, with all our rules, to make life effortless. But a friction began to arise between Nothing and Something, in the morning the Nothing vase cast a Something shadow, like the memory of someone you've lost, what can you say about that, at night the Nothing light spilled from the guest room spilled under the Nothing door and stained the Something hallway, there's nothing to say."
Author: Jonathan Safran Foer

29. "Many of us served in the war, many died. We have written for Germany, we have died for Germany. We have spilled our blood for Germany in two ways: the blood that runs in our veins, and the blood with which we write. We have sung Germany, the real Germany! And that is why today we are being burned by Germany!"
Author: Joseph Roth

30. "She figured out that the only way ?to keep from being frozen was to ?stay in motion, and long ago converted? most of her flesh into liquid. Now when she? smells danger, she spills herself all over,? like gasoline, and lights it."
Author: Judy Grahn

31. "Visiting one of these tenements, where the stairs are littered with broken glass and stained with spilled liquids and urine, conjures up Calcutta, not Jeddah, the kingdom's most urbane city."
Author: Karen Elliott House

32. "There are the boys for whom the ink of a million glittery gel pens was spilled."
Author: Katie Heaney

33. "He's going to try to take Megan!" I shouted, fury filling me and spilling out in the form of the manifestation. I raced down the hill toward the crossroad, the pack of snarling, jingling, horned hell poodles streaming behind me.Dane and his hell-poodles"
Author: Katie MacAlister

34. "And when it tips on a cloud some of them spill out and fall into your sleep."
Author: L.M. Montgomery

35. "The rest of it spilled out in an incoherent jumble, but he nodded every once in a while. I liked that about him. He was so smart you didn't have to hold his hand and walk him through everything. He could fill in the blanks on his own."
Author: Lili St. Crow

36. "You cannot read Dickens without putting in a little more effort. You cannot eat a ripe pawpaw without its innards and juice spilling down your chin. Likewise, the language of Dickens makes your mouth do strange things, and when you're not used to his words your jaw will creak."
Author: Lloyd Jones

37. "The sky peeled back for a moment, and a weak ray of sunset spilled over the scene like the diseased eye of some forgetful god -- the light bearing with it cold in place of heat."
Author: Luis Alberto Urrea

38. "In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun."
Author: Madeline Miller

39. "Charis herself gave up Christianity a long time ago. For one thing, the Bible is full of meat: animals being sacrificed, lambs, bullocks, doves. Cain was right to offer up the vegetables, God was wrong to refuse them. And there's too much blood: people in the Bible are always having their blood spilled, blood on their hands, their blood licked up by dogs. There are too many slaughters, too much suffering, too many tears.She used to think some of the Eastern religions would be more serene; she was a Buddhist for a while, before she discovered how many hells they had. Most religions are so intent on punishment."
Author: Margaret Atwood

40. "These tears I'm wailing,I spill not without reason.Remove them, my dearest love.Take me to the place I've been dreaming of,where the grotesquely lonely meet the grotesquely lonelyand they whisper,just very softly,Please be mine, Dearest Love."
Author: Morrissey

41. "There really is a place where kisses taste like apple pie and where stars spill like sugar across the sky."
Author: Nina Lane

42. "Las lagrimas que no se lloran Esperan en pequenos lagos?Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?O seran rios invisibles Que corren hacia la tristeza?Or are they invisible riversthat run toward sadness?"
Author: Pablo Neruda

43. "Raw pain alarms. us. It reminds us that life isn't as orderly as we'd hoped. We demand that pain settle down before we shuffle it off to the quiet table. We want pain to stay in its own little section, want to keep it from spilling over into the other parts of life. Just like . lunch trays. Keep pain in its own little compartment."
Author: Philip Gulley

44. "Okay, that really shouldn't have happened. And we're not going to talk about that, right? Ever?" "Right," she said. She felt like there was light dripping from her fingertips. Spilling out of her toes. She felt full of light, in fact, warm buttery sunlight. "Never happened." He opened his mouth, then closed it, and closed his eyes. "Claire—" "I know." "Lock the door," he said."
Author: Rachel Caine

45. "I can't talk fellowship to you who are gathered here. Too much blood has been spilled. I know from my experience it is up to the working people to save themselves. The only way they can save themselves is by a strong working-class movement."
Author: Rose Schneiderman

46. "Progress? You call this progress?" I was almost shouting now, anger spilled out of me as if I could no longer contain it. "If that's what it is, then I don't know if I want it." The tears were flooding now, uncontrollable. "I don't want it!" I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless."
Author: S.J. Watson

47. "It's meant to be pretty," whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes.Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, "I think you'd be pretty in any color."The tiniest of smiles forms on Octavia's lips. "Thank you."
Author: Suzanne Collins

48. "Who shall I shoot? You choose. Now, listen very carefully: where's your coffee? You've got coffee, haven't you? C'mon, everyone's got coffee! Spill the beans!"
Author: Terry Pratchett

49. "...when you are constantly prevailing upon the kindness of strangers-as a hitchhiker must-it keeps you in a positive frame of mind. Call it Zen and the Art of Hitchhiking. The Way of the Lift. The chrysanthemum and the Thumb. Heady on beer and the sound of my own voice, the aphorisms spilled out unchecked."
Author: Will Ferguson

50. "The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island."
Author: William Golding

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