Quotes About Preference

France is not poetic she even feels, in fact, a congenital horror of poetry. Among the writers who use verse, those whom she will always prefer are the most prosaic.

Biddy was never insulting, or capricious, or Biddy to-day and somebody else to-morrow; she would have derived only pain, and no pleasure, from giving me pain; she would far rather have wounded her own breast than mine. How could it be, then, that I did not like her much the better of the two?

But, like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is David Copperfield

like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is DAVID COPPERFIELD.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it is also more nourishing.

I would rather have my ignorance than another man's knowledge, because I have so much more of it.

As for butter versus margarine, I trust cows more than chemists.

I had rather be loved than to be called a king in earth, or a lord in Heaven.

If you had to decide between being given a million dollars and eating tacos, which would you choose — corn or flour?

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy you the kind of misery you prefer.

What is morality in any given time or place? It is what the majority then and there happen to like, and immorality is what they dislike.

A man without a moustache is like a cup of tea without sugar.

I hate American simplicity. I glory in the piling up of complications of every sort. If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favor of doing it.

Professors in every branch of the sciences prefer their own theories to truth: the reason is, that their theories are private property, but the truth is common stock.

My sexual preference is often.

There's nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex.

If the shoe fits, buy it in every color!

What would you like, black or green?" "Green, please. It has an earthier taste." "What is you name?" "Leila. It means 'evening,' but I would rather have a morning name. I was at the other party, but I like your party better." "I see. Cup or mug?" "Cup, please. The best china. Gold-rimmed, no flowers. No cracks or chips. It's okay. I don't break things.

Mm-mm, no, thank you, no, I don't want an enchilaaadaaa. Nor do I want a burr-eye-to. Or a tay-co. Or any other bizarre, unneccessary vowel substitutions.

reality. Death would have been preferable. She slid the glass back into the indentation it had made on her Pottery Barn catalog.

I'm leaving because the weather is too good. I hate London when it's not raining.

Do you mind if I don't smoke?

el Distrito Federal es mi ciudad favorita, amo esta ciudad y por eso puedo decir que está más fea que antes. Creo que es la ciudad más horrible del mundo. ¿Y sabe qué? Eso me gusta.

why had she found the story so absorbing? Of course it was quite possible she hadn't. Maybe she merely preferred a novel--any novel--to reading a newspaper or chatting with the girls she worked with all day. And maybe she always read like that--with an air of having surrendered totally to a spell.