Quotes About Cousin

When I reflect, my dear cousin,' said she, 'on the miserable death of Justine Moritz, I no longer see the world and its works as they before appeared to me. Before, I looked upon the accounts of vice and injustice, that I read in books or heard from others as tales of ancient days or imaginary evils; at least they were remote, and more familiar to reason than to the imagination; but now misery has come home, and men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each other's blood.

Here in the eastern woodlands we have the black, common, tulip, and white morels, and one unfortunate little cousin called (I am so sorry) the Dog Pecker.

Aren't you going to invite me in? No. You aren't very polite. That is a virtue I am seldom accused of possessing. Don't sulk, Cousin, it spoils the shape of that charming mouth.

I love my family in Baltimore. But on their side of the family, I love their cousin Charles Thompson, because he's from New York like me.

Growing up in Oxnard you're a Cowboys fan, bro. I remember when I was like six, seven years old my cousin gave me a sweatshirt that said 'Cowboys' on it and ever since then I said I'm going to support the Cowboys.

My cousin is an agoraphobic homosexual, which makes it kind of hard for him to come out of the closet.

My cousin got wrapped up in the NBA lifestyle and threw parties at my house all the time. So I got wrapped up in it, too.

I was in television drama, which is a first cousin to the movies, and I trust myself to make the right decisions.

Was I trying to kill my cousin? He who was so kind to let me live and not drink my blood at tea?

When I go back to family reunions everybody goes, 'Hey cousin! Hey Auntie!' And I'm like, 'Okay I don't know you, I have no idea who you are.' I am auntie and cousin for so many and even the ones in prison call me collect. And I'll be like, 'Which of my family members are giving you this phone number?'

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.

Your cousin might be a pretty face, but you, my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, wonderful Diana, you are the Duchess of Wakefield. My duchess.

Optimism is the first cousin of love, and it's exactly like love in three ways: it's pushy, it has no real sense of humour, and it turns up where you least expect it.

I really love hip hop. My cousin Nas came out with an album Life Is Good, and I love that album, but I also love Maroon 5.

I guess we will," I said, wondering how it had gotten to this: my cousin and me, fighting over who was the more powerful witch. I mean, talk about stupid. I

My first significant break was when I was 15, going on 16, and my cousin Courtney 'Bear' Sills told me you can make a career out of writing songs. He was the one who put me in with 112. The first song I did with 112 was 'We Can Do It Anywhere.'

And whom do I call my enemy? An enemy must be worthy of engagement. I turn in the direction of the sun and keep walking. It's the heart that asks the question, not my furious mind. The heart is the smaller cousin of the sun. It sees and knows everything. It hears the gnashing even as it hears the blessing. The door to the mind should only open from the heart. An enemy who gets in, risks the danger of becoming a friend.

Everyone is so excited. We're just dying, Becky! And it's all because of you," Lettie gushed. "If Eric wasn't your cousin, none of this would have happened." She gave me a big smile. "I'm so glad I'm your friend!" You won't be glad for long , I thought. Wait until Saturday night comes and there's no Eric. The girls in cabin eight would probably make me sleep outside with the squirrels. And I would deserve it.

I thought about all the dumb things I'd done since I got to camp. Telling everyone that Eric Richards was my cousin was dumb, but following Denni was even dumber.

Amelia, do meet my cousin. Your cousin? Indeed. He might be the duke. Then who are you? Excellent question.

My sisters call him Slinky Simon.' Alec chuckled. 'It's only funny if he's not your cousin.' 'It's funny because it's true.

Never ", said Winston to his cousin " waste time making munitions. Be a GUN, and shoot other's munitions. Don't waste time having ideas." (cousin deeply impressed..but did not achieve lasting preeminence)

What about her?" Win shook his head. "God, Myron, you're such a sexist. And here she is now." Win looked toward the door. Myron did the same and immediately recognized the woman who'd entered. It was Brooke Baldwin, Win's cousin and, more to the point, mother of the still-missing Rhys. Myron hadn't seen Brooke in, what, five years, he surmised. A

Arthur Bradford stood by the bus door, microphone in hand. Brother Chance was behind him, smiling in that the-camera-might-be-on-me, gee-isn't-the-candidate-brilliant mode of the political underling. On his right was Terence Edwards, Brenda's cousin. He too beamed with a smile about as natural as Joe Biden's hairline. Both of them were wearing those goofy political Styrofoam hats that looked like something a barbershop quartet might sport. The