"A fine glass vase goes from treasure to trash, the moment it is broken. Fortunately, something else happens to you and me. Pick up your pieces. Then, help me gather mine." ― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration
"When God takes out the trash, don't go digging back through it. Trust Him." ― Amaka Imani Nkosazana, Heart Crush
"When someone you love makes compassion, kindness, forgiveness, respect and God an option, you can be sure they have made you an option, as well." ― Shannon L. Alder
"Rubbish!" screamed a fat, elderly woman, in Richard's ear, as he passed her malodorous stall. "Junk!" She continued. "Garbage! Trash! Offal! Debris! Come and get it! Nothing whole or undamaged! Crap, tripe, and useless piles of shit. You know you want it." ― Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
"Crying is right at hand in the smothering dark, closed inside someone else, when you see how everything you can ever accomplish will end up as trash." ― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
"American cities are like badger holes, ringed with trash--all of them--surrounded by piles of wrecked and rusting automobiles, and almost smothered in rubbish. Everything we use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the so-called packaging we love so much. The mountain of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use." ― John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley: In Search of America
"It's called loitering, which is like littering with human beings as the trash." ― Neal Shusterman, The Schwa Was Here
"On Sunday mornings, as the dawn burned into day, swarms of gulls descended on the uncollected trash, hovering and dropping in the cold clear light." ― Edward Conlon, Blue Blood
"She is a great gobbler of books, but reads only trash, memorizing nothing and leaving out the longer descriptions." ― Vladimir Nabokov, Despair
"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." ― Edward Humes, Garbology: Our Dirty Love Affair with Trash
"Baby I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me." (Nick Gautier)" ― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Infamous
"I think my wearing a paper-bag dress will actually attract more stares " he said dryly" ― Amy Tintera, Reboot
"When he lifted the cover of one of the trash cans, before emptying the contents of his own pail into it, he was always astonished by its neatness and order. His own trash was the most indecent collection in the entire building. Repugnant and despicable. There was no resemblance between it and the honest, day-to-day trash of the other tenants. That had a solid, respectable appearance, and his did not." ― Roland Topor, The Tenant
"I love you. I used to go out of my way to avoid saying that. I'd make excuses, I'd change the subject, I'd do anything to spare myself from having to speak those words. Now they seem to be the only words I'm sure of. The only ones that make any sense to me. And no matter how many times I tell you, I don't think it will ever be enough." ― Jacqueline E. Smith, Trashy Romance Novel
"In everything that I've left behind there lays everything that I need to move ahead. Therefore, the past need not be a trash-heap. Rather, it can be a treasure-trove." ― Craig D. Lounsbrough
"No one will make an offer to purchase your failings; you must own them or dispose the flaws into the trash." ― RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 1989
"The true challenge of charity is not in the gifting of your trash but of your treasure, not your worst but your best." ― Criss Jami
"Real treasure is not about what we want. Rather, it's about what we need. And until we get those in the right order, we will continue to use treasure to create trash heaps." ― Craig D. Lounsbrough
"The greatest gifts are not the things that please us. Rather, they are the things that grow us. Therefore, we may have gladly received an abundance of possessions, but we may not have accepted a single gift." ― Craig D. Lounsbrough
"The Wombles was a hugely popular, animated children's TV series, about a family of diminutive creatures living on Wimbledon Common .... "making good use of the things that [they] find, things that the everyday folks leave behind. " it was essentially a show about recycling ... It became so popular that Merton council, which presides over the borough of Wimbledon, had to deal with a sharp increase in littering, after children desperate to catch a glimpse of these little eco-warriors began willfully discarding rubbish across the common." ― Simon Pegg, Nerd Do Well
"I just don't get it. How does it happen, that good people let worthless ones into their lives? Why can't we just leave those people who are nothing but trash? We are not a recycling company for God's sake. I wish we had "human quality" scanners on our eyes set by default. Scanners which would reflect all the essence of people standing in front of us. Can you imagine how much easier our lives would be?" ― Ash Gabrieli, Petrichor
"That's how one of my stories that has received the most praise from critics and, especially, from readers came to be published. However, that experience did not prevent me from continuing to rip up manuscripts I didn't think were publishable, but rather taught me that it's necessary to tear them in such a way that they can never be pieced back together." ― Gabriel García Márquez, The Scandal of the Century: And Other Writings
"Let's hope I don't become a trashcan for crap books" ― Clockwork Reader
"If man was created in God's likeness, then God must have just got rid of the trash when he threw man down onto Earth. After all, we do the same thing, don't we?
Somehow, I don't think God is like man at all, do you?" ― Anthony T. Hincks
"Hence that state of mind at once gloomy and euphoric which one associates with carrying out the rubbish; and the way we see the men who go by emptying the bins into their pulping truck not just as emissaries for the chthonic world, gravediggers of the inanimate, Charons of a beyond of greasy paper and rusty tin, but as angels too, as indispensable mediators between ourselves and the heaven of ideas in which we undeservedly soar (or imagine we soar) and which can exist only in so far as we are not overwhelmed by the waste which every act of living incessantly produces (even the act of thinking: these thoughts of mine that you are reading being all that been salvaged from the scores of sheets of paper now crumpled up in the bin), heralds of a possible salvation beyond the destruction inherent in all production and consumption, liberators from the weight of time's detritus, ponderous dark angels of lightness and clarity." ― Italo Calvino, The Road to San Giovanni
"If you have a garbage in head, house cleaners won't help you." ― Tamerlan Kuzgov
"Jay got up and walked to the trash to scrape off his plate, but when the trash can popped open, he stopped and reached in. Mae got cold inside. Shit. That was where she had put everything from her satisfying clear-out earlier in the day, and she hadn't covered up the things she was discarding with other trash, as she usually did. Damn it! She knew exactly what was coming. Jay stood up with a ratty stuffed chicken in his hand. "You can't throw this away. Ryder loves this." He did, but Mae hated it. The little stuffed chicken---a gift from her sister when Ryder was born---had grown gray and smelly and was beyond washing, and Mae had been able to slip it away from Ryder's bed for several nights running. With the trip, she figured he would forget about it, although she'd felt a tiny twinge of regret as she'd stuffed it into the trash can. It was just that it was so gross now, and there were so many stuffies. If she didn't get rid of them, they'd take over. "He doesn't care about it. Not really," she said. It sounded weak, even to her. "It's so filthy, Jay. He's little. He'll like other things. It's just junk, anyway." Jay turned on her. "You don't always get to decide what's junk, Mae. You don't get to pick and choose everything we have and everything we do and everywhere we go." "I don't. Just---some things. And it's not the same." Throwing away a toy was not the same as making all their life decisions---and how could she not make decisions right now, when everything Jay wanted to do felt so precarious? Couldn't he see that they wanted the same things, for the world to stay nice and safe and solid around Madison and Ryder and around themselves? She knew Jay had moved around a lot as a kid, and that at least once his dad had handed him a shoebox and told him if it didn't fit in there, it couldn't come. But sometimes you had to get rid of those things, even things you once loved, to make room for better things. And sometimes you made mistakes. Don't bring up the baseball glove. Don't bring up the baseball glove. She hadn't known the baseball glove was a perfectly worn-in classic Rawlings. Or that Jay had been hoping Madison or Ryder might use it someday. All she'd seen was that it was old. And kinda moldy. She honestly hadn't thought he would notice it was gone." ― K.J. Dell'Antonia, The Chicken Sisters
"Trash?" echoed Cadfael, mildly and thoughtfully.
"Oh, pleasant to have, and useful, I know. But once you have enough of it for your needs, the rest of it is trash. Can you eat it, wear it, ride it, keep off the rain and the cold with it, read it, play music on it, make love to it?" ― Ellis Peters, One Corpse Too Many
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