Browsing Topic Best Spit Quotes

Spit on your own and you can’t do anything, but if you all spit together you can drown the bastards

Political correctness is neither political nor is it correct. It amounts to social censorship, and the sooner we spit it out, the better.

I’m forbidden fruit. Once you go to certain households, mommy doesn’t want you to see that dirty man who sticks his tongue out and spits out blood and all that stuff.

I spit upon luxurious pleasures, not for their own sake, but because of the inconveniences that follow them.

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.

How strange to read of a place in a book, and then stand on it, listen to the birds sing, and spit on the cobbles if you want.

Business can change you, and chew you up, and spit you out, and be rid of you, and on to the next thing. That’s why it’s so important to know who you are and stand up for something.

This is the God of the gospel of grace. A God who, out of love for us, sent the only Son He ever had wrapped in our skin. He learned how to walk, stumbled and fell, cried for His milk, sweated blood in the night, was lashed with a whip and showered with spit, was fixed to a cross, and died whispering forgiveness on us all.

As we talked of freedom and justice one day for all, we sat down to steaks. I am eating misery, I thought, as I took the first bite. And spit it out.

I lived in countries that had no democracy… so I don’t find myself in the same luxury as you do. You grew up in freedom, and you can spit on freedom because you don’t know what it is not to have freedom.

Much of the day I have busied myself making notes on the small parts in Shakespeare, often nameless, which are rewarding to the actor if only he’ll not dismiss them as beneath his dignity. If I can work it up into a talk I might call it, ‘Only a cough and a spit ‘ -the phrase so often used by actors to explain away a lack of opportunity.

Woe to those who spit on the beat generation, the wind will blow it back.

Skin was earth; it was soil. I could see, even on my own skin, the joined trapezoids of dust specks God had wetted and stuck with his spit the morning he made Adam from dirt. Now, all these generations later, we people could still see on our skin the inherited prints of the dust specks of Eden.

Eat this sweetish segment or spit it out. You are free.

This is a super masticated subject, and it is time to spit it out.

Love is also like a coconut which is good while it is fresh, but you have to spit it out when the juice is gone, what’s left tastes bitter.

Freedom! To fill people’s mailboxes, eyes, ears and brains with commercial rubbish against their will, television programs that are impossible to watch with a sense of coherence. Freedom! To force information on people, taking no account of their right not to accept it or their right of peace of mind. Freedom! To spit in the eyes and souls of passersby with advertisements.

They have a word in Finnish called sisu, which basically means guts. It’s the strongest word in the Finnish language. You tell a Finn he doesn’t have sisu, that’s like spitting in his face.

Lord, spit on our eyes that we may see, how to wake up from this tragedy.

I was in Philadelphia – a very angry town, Philadelphia. I’ve never seen a town like this. It’s supposed to be the City of Brotherly Love – like when my brother was 12 and I was nine, and he would lean on my shoulder and dangle spit in my face.

Trying to get today’s Republicans to accept basic facts is like trying to get your dog to take a pill. You have to feed them the truth wrapped in a piece of baloney, hold their snouts shut and stroke their throats. and even then, just when you think they’ve swallowed it, they spit it out on the linoleum.

I don’t care what you do with that negative, you can retouch it, you can spit on it, you can grind it underfoot. The only thing that matters is if it is honest. If [the picture] is honest, you and everybody can tell. If it is dishonest, you and everybody can tell.

If only a man could spit his past out so easily.

I know the anger lies inside of me like I know the beat of my heart and the taste of my spit. It is easier to be furious than to be yearning. Easier to crucify myself in you than to take on the threatening universe of whiteness by admitting that we are worth wanting each other.

Everywhere the devil spits, poison ivy grows.

The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.

The music industry has always been a beast, which would eat you up and spit you out.

Presidents aren`t supposed to spit, at least not obviously.

As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light where there’s dark, seeing possibility in dead ends, tasting victory as others spit out failure, questioning where others accept. Just a little less jaded, a little less cynical.

You have to have a strong sense of self in this business – otherwise they’re going to spit you out.

[Would] a sensible man spit out the juicy morsel that good fortune put in his mouth?

I actually had a small kangaroo – and I’m not kidding this time. I was holding a small kangaroo, baby kangaroo … it was very nice to me this time. Do you know what it did afterward? I gave it some milk, and it just spit it all over me. I was like, Is this a thank-you for just being nice and petting the kangaroo? I got milk all over myself. I guess I deserved that from the story last year.

Slang is a language that rolls up its sleeves, spits on its hands and goes to work.

A great rock band searches for the same kind of combustible force that fueled the expansion of the universe after the big bang. You want the earth to shake and spit fire. You want the sky to split apart and for God to pour out.

One day, on tearing off some old bark, I saw two rare beetles, and seized one in each hand. Then I saw a third and new kind, which I could not bear to lose, so I popped the one which I held in my right hand into my mouth. Alas! it ejected some intensely acrid fluid, which burnt my tongue so that I was forced to spit the beetle out, which was lost, as was the third one.