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“In the village there was a man whose job it was to clear up all the shit from the holes in the ground. He used to collect it in a big copper pan and walk off with it balanced on his head. Proud that he’s got a job.
All the kids run behind him and dance in front of him shouting, “Shithead! Shithead!” and laughing those little African laughs.
Whenever he gets a chance he puts his hand in the shit pan on his head and flicks shit at them. They all run away laughing, but apparently, he’s quite a good aim, occasionally catching a kid right in the face with shit.
This, apparently, is a daily occurrence, and I thought it was quite a good story.”
― Gunpowder Soup
All the kids run behind him and dance in front of him shouting, “Shithead! Shithead!” and laughing those little African laughs.
Whenever he gets a chance he puts his hand in the shit pan on his head and flicks shit at them. They all run away laughing, but apparently, he’s quite a good aim, occasionally catching a kid right in the face with shit.
This, apparently, is a daily occurrence, and I thought it was quite a good story.”
― Gunpowder Soup
“Yeah, maybe sometimes I do feel like shit. I ain’t happy about it but I’d rather feel like shit than be full of shit.”
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“Shitting and bleeding. Always had a problem with shit and blood. The English love to talk about shitting, so other nationalities can skip this bit.”
― Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys
― Clothes, Clothes, Clothes. Music, Music, Music. Boys, Boys, Boys
“Fanchon, 69 years of age, has been hanged 6 times in effigy, and has committed all imaginable crimes; she has a squint, and is pug-nosed, short, fat, with no forehead and only 2 teeth; an erysipelas covers her arse, a bunch of haemorrhoids hangs from her arsehole, a canker devours her vagina, she has a burnt thigh and a cancer eating away at her breast; she is always drunk, vomits, farts and shits all over the place and at any time without even noticing.”
― The 120 Days of Sodom
― The 120 Days of Sodom
“It was filled with a dark paste, rather than liquid. I unscrewed the cap. The smell rolled toward me, and I reared back. I could almost hear growling, the pop of a bone socket.
"Civet," Claudia said, unfazed. "It takes a strong stomach to smell an animalic base note straight, don't you think? But a drop or two, down there in the bottom of a perfume? It sends that other message. Death and sex- that's what perfume's all about. You'll understand when you're older."
I stared back at her. I knew about death. I knew about sex. I didn't need her to tell me.
She held out another bottle, her expression bland. "Jasmine."
I was cautious this time, barely sniffing the contents, but the smell was a relief- sweet, white, and creamy, almost euphoric. I felt as if I were floating in it.
Just as I was about to put the bottle down, though, I caught a whiff of something else in the background, something narcotic and sticky. I inhaled more deeply, trying to pin it down.
"You like it," Claudia said. For the first time, she seemed pleased with me. "Do you know what that is, that note you're searching for?"
I shook my head. It was right there, but in that cool, blank room, I couldn't quite name it.
"It's shit," Claudia said. She smiled, slow and lazy. "Technically, the molecule's called indole, but a rose by any other name...”
― The Scent Keeper
"Civet," Claudia said, unfazed. "It takes a strong stomach to smell an animalic base note straight, don't you think? But a drop or two, down there in the bottom of a perfume? It sends that other message. Death and sex- that's what perfume's all about. You'll understand when you're older."
I stared back at her. I knew about death. I knew about sex. I didn't need her to tell me.
She held out another bottle, her expression bland. "Jasmine."
I was cautious this time, barely sniffing the contents, but the smell was a relief- sweet, white, and creamy, almost euphoric. I felt as if I were floating in it.
Just as I was about to put the bottle down, though, I caught a whiff of something else in the background, something narcotic and sticky. I inhaled more deeply, trying to pin it down.
"You like it," Claudia said. For the first time, she seemed pleased with me. "Do you know what that is, that note you're searching for?"
I shook my head. It was right there, but in that cool, blank room, I couldn't quite name it.
"It's shit," Claudia said. She smiled, slow and lazy. "Technically, the molecule's called indole, but a rose by any other name...”
― The Scent Keeper
“So I shredded their cash, put it in a box with a fresh pile of the dog's shit, and mailed it back to them. Mature? No. Immensely satisfying? Hell fuckin' yes.”
― Tied
― Tied
“Shit,” I yell at the stars, and shake my fist at… the moon, I guess, for lack of a better target.”
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“Many women describe the feeling of having a baby come out of their vagina as taking the biggest shit of their lives. This isn’t really a metaphor. The anal cavity and vaginal canal lean on each other; they, too, are the sex which is not one. Constipation is one of pregnancy’s principal features: the growing baby literally deforms and squeezes the lower intestines, changing the shape, flow, and plausibility of one’s feces. In late pregnancy, I was amazed to find that my shit, when it would finally emerge, had been deformed into Christmas tree ornament — type balls. Then, all through my labor, I could not shit at all, as it was keenly clear to me that letting go of the shit would mean the total disintegration of my perineum, anus, and vagina, all at once. I also knew that if, or when, I could let go of the shit, the baby would probably come out. But to do so would mean falling forever, going to pieces.”
― The Argonauts
― The Argonauts
“Falling in love when lonely is a lot like shopping when hungry, you end up with a bunch of shit you don't need.”
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“But is it absolutely genuine," he asked me, "this need to shit you're claiming? For I don't like to be deceived. Let's see – let's see if you really have shit in your arse." And as he said this, he thrust the middle finger of his right hand straight up my fundament, while with his left hand he kept up the erection I had teased from his prick. This probing finger did not have to go far to persuade itself of the very real need I had impressed upon him – he had no sooner touched it than he was in ecstasy: "Oh, golly!" he said. "She's not lying – the hen is about to lay, and I have just felt the egg!”
― The 120 Days of Sodom
― The 120 Days of Sodom
“Don't talk or speak... if you do that... you have been socially manipulated. - Do you know the twisty part of this whole story?
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That if you don't do it... you are again in deep shit.”
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That if you don't do it... you are again in deep shit.”
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“Багато хто з людей вважає життя лайном. Але лайно — це проміжний етап. Лайно потрібно перетворювати на добрива — так, як це робив розумний Марк Вотні на Марсі.”
― Квартира київських гріхів
― Квартира київських гріхів
“We react squeamishly to shit, don’t we? But if we look into the matter you’ll see that it’s the most valuable substance on earth, all life comes from shit and returns to shit.”
― Belladonna
― Belladonna
“The shit once descends into the colon, will refuse to go back. You have to face the shit. Think well before you speak”
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