Ragged Quotes

Ragged Quote of the day

The line of life is a ragged diagonal between duty and desire.

[On Sitting Bull:] The contents of his pockets were often emptied into the hands of small, ragged little boys, nor could he understand how so much wealth should go brushing by, unmindful of the poor.

The craftiest trickery are too short and ragged a cloak to cover a bad heart.

A mortgaged home, an empty stomach and a ragged back know no party. We will live to write the epitaphs of the old parties: "Died of general debility, old age, and chronic falsehoods."

The great city is that which has the greatest man or woman: if it be a few ragged huts, it is still the greatest city in the whole world.

Because it has such a ragged movement. It suggests something like that.

A profusion of pink roses being ragged in the rain speaks to me of all gentleness and its enduring.

Hell and damnation, life is such fun with a ragged greatcoat and a Jerry gun!

The sweet small clumsy feet of april came into the ragged meadow of my soul.

I love eulogies. They are the most moving kind of speech because they attempt to pluck meaning from the fog, and on short order, when the emotions are still ragged and raw and susceptible to leaps.

You awaken your True spirit by way of the broken heart: ragged, vulnerable, fierce and finally compassionate. Chris trod this rough way and shows honestly how it can be done.

Death is dancing me ragged.

Truth uncompromisingly told will always have its ragged edges.

I should have been a pair of ragged claws/ Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

In real life, things don't all end at the nice same place. To keep the story real, there has to be kind of a ragged edge at the end of a novel.

Large, heavy, ragged black clouds hung like crape hammocks beneath the starry cope of the night. You would have said that they were the cobwebs of the firmament.

I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.

He who is faithful over a few things is a lord of cities. It does not matter whether you preach in Westminster Abbey or teach a ragged class, so you be faithful. The faithfulness is all.

Though virtue give a ragged livery, she gives a golden cognizance; if her service make thee poor, blush not. Thy poverty may disadvantage thee, but not dishonor thee.

Happy in all that ragged, loose collapse of water, the fountain, its effortless descent and flatteries of spray.

I'd sleep and forget it; I had my own life, my own sad and ragged life forever.

Certain trifling flaws sit as disgracefully on a character of elegance as a ragged button on a court dress.

How anybody dresses is indicative of his self-concept. If students are dirty and ragged, it indicates they are not interested in tidying up their intellects either.

Literature, like a gypsy, to be picturesque, should be a little ragged.

You fixed yourself. You didn’t need me.” “No, Sydney.” My voice was ragged. “I do need you. You have no idea how much I need you.

See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. He stokes the scullery fire.

Each of us has a God-shaped space within us. Only God can fill that space. But we run ourselves ragged trying to find things other than God to fill it with.

Until quite recently dance in America was the ragged Cinderella of the arts . . .

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.

There is probably no moment more appalling than that in which the tongue comes suddenly upon the ragged edge of a space from which the old familiar filling has disappeared.

I got a lot from my uncle who is a really good ska guitarist. Very ragged makeshift rhythms and intricate lines.

Life is a festival only to the wise. Seen from the nook and chimneyside of prudence, it wears a ragged and dangerous front.

God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach.

...Hardly. A ragged apron does not a waiter make.

The poor are always ragged and dirty, in very picturesque clothes, and on their poor shoes lies the earth of the Lacustrine period. And yet what a privilege it is to be even a beggar in Rome!

I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me.