Top 205 Rug Quotes & Sayings

My bedroom is my sanctuary. It's the only place in the house that has a beautiful lush shag rug, which is my favorite.

Problems emerge and some people try to sweep them under the rug.

It's not for nothing that the Iranians are known as rug merchants. They are.

Don’t brush anything under the rug. Don’t point fingers or do the blame game. A team is a family, and we’re in this together.

It's the wrong time for us to be pulling the rug out from under American exporters.

I am amazed at the seeker of purity When time for polishing comes Complaints of harsh treatment Love is a lawsuit Without evidence, you will not win My son, when one beats the rug The beating is not intended against the rug But against the dust inside the rug My son, that harsh treatment Is not intended against you But against the ill qualities inside you

It's up to comedians to shine the light on what's wrong in the world, and we don't want things swept under the rug.

Here Skugg lies snug As a bug in a rug.

The best thing I've ever taken from a set is the rug in Owen and Cristina's apartment on Grey's Anatomy before they broke up.

I was studying acting in New York, and wasn't being hired by anyone to do anything other than to work in an Oriental rug warehouse.

I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years.

Puppy presents on the rug. This sucked.

When I get to where I can enjoy just lying on the rug picking up lint balls, I will no longer be too ambitious.

That's the thing about 'Torchwood': It will pull the rug out from under you. It goes along being cute and campy and gay, and then, all of a sudden, it'll nail you.

My first words were 'Seconds, please.' Most kids in kindergarten napped on a little rug. I had a braided 9 x 12.

Bombeck's Rug Rule: an ugly carpet will last for ever.

Winny would spend all of his time practicing limbo. He got pretty good. He could go under a rug.

A woman telling her true age is like a buyer confiding his final price to an Armenian rug dealer.

Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug.

'Homeland' does have that ability to tear the rug out from under you.

I'm not trying to pull the rug out from under anybody, but the music really does tell you where to go.

I'm concerned that we don't address the water pollution problems in other countries. If we move forward and don't clean up the messes of the past, they'll just get swept under the rug.

Every American wants MORE & MORE of the world and why not, you only live once. But the mistake made in America is persons accumulate more & more dead matter, machinery, possessions & rugs & fact information at the expense of what really counts as more: feeling, good feeling, sex feeling, tenderness feeling, mutual feeling. You own twice as much rug if you're twice as aware of the rug.

I think honesty is the ultimate liberation in life. People want to shy away from the truth and keep sweeping it under the rug. But after a while, you pick up the rug and there's just way too much dirt, so you might as well just be up front about it.

I do not know what the cat can have eaten. Usually I know exactly what the cat has eaten. Not only have I fed it to the cat, at the cat's insistence, but the cat has thrown it up on the rug, and someone has tracked it all over onto the other rug. I do not know why cats are such habitual vomiters. They do not seem to enjoy it, judging by the sounds they make while they are doing it. It's their nature. A dog is going to bark. A cat is going to vomit.

When I left home at sixteen I bought a small rug. It was my roll-up world. Whatever room, whatever temporary place I had, I unrolled the rug. It was a map of myself. Invisible to others, but held in the rug, were all the places I had stayed - for a few weeks, for a few months. On the first night anywhere new I liked to lie in bed and look at the rug to remind myself that I had what I needed even though what I had was so little. Sometimes you have to live in precarious and temporary places. Unsuitable places. Wrong places. Sometimes the safe place won’t help you.

Instead of seeing the rug being pulled from under us, we can learn to dance on the shifting carpet.

Some days you go bear hunting and you get eaten. Some days you come home with a nice rug to roll around on, and bear steaks. What they don't tell you as a kid is that sometimes you get the rug and steaks, but you also get some nice scars to go with them. As a child you don't understand that you can win, but that's it's not always worth the price. Once you understand and accept that possibility you become a real grown up, and the world becomes a much more serious place. Not less fun, but once you realize what can go wrong, it's a lot scarier to go hunting "bears".

A rug doesn't have to be pricey but for maximum oomph it must be sizeable and not stingy.

I believe in love. I think it just hits you and pulls the rug out from underneath you and, like a baby, demands your attention every minute of the day.

The thing about the South is we accept our history. We don't push it under the rug.

Beware of people who fall at your feet. They may be reaching for the corner of the rug.

We had hoped to have been bringing you Arthur the Human Chameleon, but this afternoon, he crawled across a tartan rug and died of exhaustion.

You might be a redneck if your birth announcement included the word rug rat.

You can't just sweep me under the rug like I won't come back stronger and better.

The brutality of communism was quickly swept under history's rug, in large part because so many on the left had embraced it as the solution to humankind's problems.

People would pull the rug out from under me. So I learnt how to dance on a moving carpet.

I had this weird, nomadic little tent with a rug over it, like a booth where I'd sing the vocals.

Theres a lot of churches that hide their dirty laundry under the rug, and I know about that from being in the church 27 years. Oh, yeah.

It's like America has a dog that's always shitting inside the house, and we solved the problem by getting a brown rug.

Melania Trump`s husband tweeted this: "Cher, I don`t wear a rug, it`s mine, and I promise not to talk about your massive plastic surgeries that didn`t work."

In almost every photograph I have ever made, there is something I would do to complete it. I take that to be the spirit hole or the deliberate mistake that's in a Navajo rug to not be godlike, but to be human.

I think of the author as somebody who goes into the marketplace and puts down his rug and says, 'I will tell you a story' and then he passes the hat.

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it.

I feel like we are so much more comfortable sweeping things under the rug and putting on a brave face, and to me, sweeping under the rug is a coward move, not a brave move at all. I want to get out there and have a conversation.

I write first drafts by hand. Never do I open an umbrella inside the house. I don't predict wins or losses. I used to stand on a certain piece of rug if my brothers and husband were watching football and their team got in trouble - but now the luck went out of that rug. If a circle is involved, I try to go clockwise.

I always begin a room with the rug; it is literally the foundation of the space. I then go on to the furniture.

There's a lot of glorification of startups and being a founder. People brush the failures under the rug, but that's the worst thing you can do. You kind of have to face it head on.

I'm old enough to know that a red carpet's just a rug, and I've been able to enjoy the pageantry without letting it go to my head.

The rug was yanked out from under my feet by a misdiagnosis. All I want to do is fight.

I don't trust happiness. I turn it over as if it were a glass at a flea market or a rug at a souk, looking for chipped rims or loose threads.

It is one thing to go through a divorce, and quite another to have the rug ripped out from under you in a very publicly humiliating way.

I'm afraid if I start to enjoy life, the rug will be yanked out from beneath me.

For me this is not something that can be swept under the rug and forgotten in the interest of forced Sunday togetherness.

Henry Miller may write about revelers self-woven into a human hooked rug, because his ecstasy is solemn.

Are you up? Dressing? (Astrid) No. I’m pissing on your rug. What do you think I’m doing? (Zarek) I’m blind. For all I know you really are peeing on my rug, which is a very nice rug incidentally, so I hope you’re kidding. (Astrid)

I did not want the #MeToo movement to be swept under the rug.

One moment you appear to be riding the crest of a wave, only to have the rug pulled away from you, bringing you back down to earth with a sickening thud.

I am old enough to know that a red carpet is just a rug.

To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.