Best 53 quotes in «trash quotes» category

We can’t have landfills forever and we can’t ask others to accept our trash.

With a chuckle, Jack mumbled under his breath to Nick. 'It's like watching the preppy, well-bred versions of you and me trash-talking.

You hang out with trash and you start to smell like garbage.

All my friends are bums. We all gather round our camp-fire (in a can) and sing songs of togetherness as we cuddle, to preserve our warmth...

A maid’s yard, house, wardrobe, fridge, etc. sometimes also serve as her master’s dustbin or dumpsite.

A simple pecking order has always characterized mankind's relationship to waste: The wealthy throw out what they do not want, the poor scavenge what they can, and whatever remains is left to rot.

Don't lose a treasure while looking for trash.

A truly compassionate man gives a poor woman a portion of his meal before he eats, not after he has eaten.

Deregulation is in the process of trashing some of the most prestigious brands in the USA, with Boeing being the biggest name so far.

Americans make more trash than anyone else on the planet, throwing away about 7.1 pounds per person per day, 365 days a year. Across a lifetime that rate means, on average, we are each on track to generate 102 tons of trash. Each of our bodies may occupy only one cemetery plot when we’re done with this world, but a single person’s 102-ton trash legacy will require the equivalent of 1,100 graves. Much of that refuse will outlast any grave marker, pharaoh’s pyramid or modern skyscraper: One of the few relics of our civilization guaranteed to be recognizable twenty thousand years from now is the potato chip bag.

For an entire year he saved all of his trash. Except for what he actually ate, everything was sorted into bins. At year’s end, his living room and kitchen were filled with nearly a hundred cubic feet of stuff. Some was compostable. But the vast majority was leftover food packaging. Derfel’s experimentation shows what happens when someone intentionally holds onto everything. The point of his exercise was to raise consciousness about the environmental impact of one individual’s consumer waste. At another level, it demonstrates that we readily discard most of what passes though daily life as useless trash.

Good people who are always silent for bad people to gain freedom and do their worsts are the most dangerous wastes the world ever has.

Gain fame, and the paparazzi or media waits and watches for them to slip, just to shame their name.

Little by little I came to the conclusion that in this day and age only the garbagemen could bring a poetic thought to fruition. Was it because they spent every day in the immediate proximity of an almost mythical experience? It was to them alone that things still spoke of their decay ... in their presence things had at last achieved a state of utter worthlessness: and with that they could be contemplated in their authentic being. The essence of substance opened up before the garbagemen ... while all the others, the consumers whose place was back in town, turned away from this essence in horror. In the garbagemen's presence things had escaped the constraints of their utility and begun to tell stories ... in our eyes they transcended their transience.

I am 18 years old, that's for sure, OFFICIALLY... no need to hide anymore my age or to try to fake it for one reason or another... but still somehow I miss 16,17 being years old. Somehow feeling like trash now... doesn't makes anything better.

In all of the workplaces that I have been in, broken mercury lamps were swept up with the nearest brush and pan and the broken glass thrown into the closest trash can. There were no records kept of mercury releases or where they had occurred.

I tug at the ends of her sweater near her wrist, and her fingers twist up in defense. Nope. Not having it. First chance I get, I’m throwing every long-sleeved item in the trash and burning it with a single match and a gallon of gas.

Guards punished anyone caught taking bones from the garbage by fastening the bone between his teeth, across his mouth, and then tying like a gag. "And then the poor fellow was made to fall down and crawl around on his hands and knees like a dog, a laughing stock for Federal soldiers, spies, and camp followers," Bean recalled bitterly.

If you don't act classy, they will treat you like trashy.

If you ever wonder whether or not someone is too good for you, I'd advise going through their trash. Really. No one looks superior after that.

In high altitude astronomy, we would throw broken mercury spectral lamps into the closest trash can.

Look at all that rubbish," she said, watching the electric van slowly whirr from bin to bin, little men in gloves removing it all. "They're taking it away," I said. "Where to?" she said. "It just gets moved around dearie, that's all.

Lunch had been at a McDonald’s in Santa Barbara. It had been so clean. It had smelled like food. It had sounded happy and alive. In the bathroom, the toilet flushed. Water ran in the sink. He had passed a trash can on the way back to his table and stopped just to look at it. It was full of food. Leftover burgers, the last few fries, smears of ketchup on cardboard. He’d had to hold back tears when he saw it. “Candy bar?” Vicky asked, and held a Snickers out to him. At that moment they slowed to turn off the highway and head cautiously, carefully, through recently bulldozed streets, toward the town plaza. That’s where the McDonald’s was. His McDonald’s. A candy bar. People had killed for less.

People's curses will become your clue to win. The trash they think you have will become the treasure for greatness they will plead to enjoy! You will understand this better by and by!

Roses," she thought sardonically, "All trash, m’dear.

I want you to want me when you’re sober. Drunk people have a way of walking into trash mostly.

The future is trash. Recycling it, re-arranging it. Making it beautiful again.

The garbage can is for things that have no importance. If it did have some value, it no longer has any.

The only time they ever throw anything away is when it's really and truly broken, and then they make a big deal about it. They save up all their bent pins and broken sewing needles and once a year they do a whole memorial service for them, chanting and then sticking them into a block of tofu so they will have a nice soft place to rest. Jiko says that everything has a spirit, even if it is old and useless, and we must console and honor the things that have served us well.

Well...that's going in the trash. (I'm not referring to an enemy either).

To gain the treasure, you must leave the trash.

The sign says that the Scald Mt. Rod & Gun Club has adopted the highway, but the Minotaur knows an orphan when he sees it.

The USA is turning into a Nazi like country where sick people are treated like garbage.

What do you mean? In Old Castle? I still live with my parents in case you haven’t noticed, Jack. Those two strangers – that man and woman sitting on my sofa – are actually my parents. Oh, you mean your place? Yes, let’s evict your parents…let’s place them neatly in a cardboard box and leave it by the rubbish bins!

You're one to talk about talking crap, Forester." Dunstan's voice interrupts the memory, and I can't help but feel a little grateful. "Accusing my dad of poisoning the swamp? What a bunch of bull." "It's not bull,"I snarl. "Your dad's dumping trash into the swamp and you know it!" Dunstan finally loses it and stands up. The boat tilts dangerously. Melanie and the twins shriek, grasping the sides like they're glued to them. "You two sit down this minute!" Babette bellows. She's holding onto the motor for dear life. Neither of us listens. "You wanna run that by me again?" Dunstan growls. His fingers curl into fists. "Your. Dad. Is. Poisoning. The. Swamp." I let each word out slowly like Dunstan's a dumb little kid who needs help understanding.

While this dump was reviled by humans, to Shadow it was a magical place of the most succulent fragrances . . . of rotting meat and fermenting apples. He braved the ravaging moths and the mad hornets to romp among the piles of garbage, intoxicated by the smells of life on earth—of brine in the pick-ling vat, coffee grounds, blackened toast, the flat, moist plug of apple tobacco, decaying books, broken hens’ eggs, sawdust shavings, and the whiff of the cold metal in the mattress springs. His nose trembled in the flutter of his nostrils. The odor of metal was so potent he could taste the steel in his mouth.

A conglomerate heap of trash, that's what I am. But it burns with a high flame.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

All those rumors about her being underweight are trash. She's [Calista Flockhart] gorgeous.

A man once asked me, what's punk? I kicked over a trash can and said that's punk. He kicked over a trash can and then asked me again, Is that punk? I replied no. That's just trendy.

And right now, you two jackwagons are right in the middle of my living room and I'm coming to take out the trash.

If you own pornography of any kind, for the love of your future spouse, trash it immediately.

I am fearful that the paper system will ruin the state. Its demoralizing effects are already seen and spoken of everywhere. I therefore protest against receiving any of that trash.

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.

I'd just much rather see an ugly person take the trash out than see somebody really pretty taking the trash out.

I want to play trailer trash; I swear to God.

I'm the last of the truly tacky women. I do trash with flash and sleaze with ease.

I'm going to end up like one of those old weirdos who lives in a network of tunnels burrowed through trash - yet I do not fear this.

I'm really white trash.

Toy Story 1, 2, and 3, to us, are some of the greatest films ever made, and each is better than the one before it. But if you go to Toy Story 6, they all end up decomposing in a trash heap somewhere.