Quotes About Polly

Don't worry the trolls don't come to you. It's your own darkness that leads you to the trolls.

Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.

The potatoes are peppered plenty tonight, Polly, and Chocolate milk for dinner, aren't we in clover!

Easy for you to say, Polly said. You've lived here all your life and stayed under the radar. No one points at you. Sometimes small children point at my butt, Aunt Rhea said. But that's just on account of all the fried chicken.

That was all I wanted! whispered Polly, in a tone which caused him to feel that the race of angels was not entirely extinct.

Even Polly seemed impressed, for he called her a good girl, blessed her buttons, and begged her to come and take a walk, dear, in his most affable tone.

Little Polly FlindersSat among the cinders,Warming her pretty little toes.Her mother came and caught her,And whipped her little daughterFor spoiling her nice new clothes.

Polly, put the kettle on,We'll all have tea.

Oh, but Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, you haven't left me any time at all just to- to live.

reiterates the author Polly Platt, which, of course, is exactly what I've

I am delighted to be named Troll Of The Year 2013 by 'The Guardian' - a paper read by people called Theo and women called Polly with body issues.

Shakespeare put no children in his plays for a reason, Sir Godfrey muttered, glaring at Alf and Binnie. You're forgetting the Little Prince, Polly reminded him. Who he had the good sense to kill off in the second act, snapped Sir Godfrey.

She picked up her tea and took it over to the table. Why had she given up wine for Lent? Polly was more sensible. She'd given up strawberry jam. Cecilia had never seen Polly show more than a passing interest in strawberry jam, although now, of course, she was always catching her standing at the open fridge staring at it longingly. The power of denial.

Now their eyes kept returning to the space where Polly's right arm should have been. It was an anomaly, an oddness, an optical discrepancy. From now on it wouldn't be her beauty that would cause people to stare at her in shopping centers.

It's not the natural disasters you have to fear. It's the ones that are inside of you, waiting to happen.

Like in those Bunny Austen books you read where rabbits live in great parks with manor hutches?

Granny always made Polly think of biscuits. She had a dry, shortbread sort of way to her, with a hidden taste that came out afterwards. Her kitchen had a biscuit smell to it, a nutty, butter smell like no other kitchen. (p. 9)

AIR VII—Oh London Is a Fine Town Our Polly is a sad slut! nor heeds what we have taught her. I wonder any man alive will ever rear a daughter! For she must have both hoods and gowns, and hoops to swell her pride, With scarfs and stays, and gloves and lace; and she will have men beside; And when she's dressed with care and cost, all tempting, fine and gay, As men should serve a cucumber, she flings herself away. Our Polly is a sad slut! etc.

The next blog was 'The scent of the elders' and there was only one possible perfume choice for that: Mitsouko. Polly hesitated before bringing the blotter to her nose. She knew that perfume- which scent connoisseurs considered 'the greatest chypre'- so well, she wanted to play it through in her mind first, from the sparkling peach top note to the spicy vetiver base, because she didn't have time to let all the stages of it develop.

Polly laughed to think how outraged Lucas would be that she'd chosen one of Britney Spears's perfumes to represent him, but the name- Rocker Femme- and the sweet gourmand mix was just perfect for him. It opened with blackberry liqueur and coconut cream, which made her think of one of his horrible biscuits...

He had me at "hallo." No red-blooded American can resist the siren song of TV exposure. It's our God-given right.