Quotes About King

Just look down the road and tell me if you can see either of them. I see nobody on the road. said Alice. I only wish I had such eyes,the King remarked in a fretful tone. To be able to see Nobody! And at such a distance too!

I don't like the looks of it,' said the King: 'however, it may kis my hand, if it likes.' 'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.

Take off your hat, the King said to the Hatter. It isn't mine, said the Hatter. Stolen! the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a memorandum of the fact. I keep them to sell, the Hatter added as an explanation; I've none of my own. I'm a hatter.

Who did you pass on the road? the King went on, holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more hay. Nobody, said the Messenger. Quite right, said the King; this young lady saw him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you. I do my best, the Messenger said in a sullen tone. I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do! He can't do that, said the King, or else he'd have been here first.

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. 'Where shall I begin, please your Majesty?' he asked. 'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.

I'm a poor man, your majesty, the Hatter began in a weak voice, and I hadn't but just begun my tea, not more than a week or so, and what with the bread and butter so thin - and the twinkling of the tea- The twinkling of what? asked the King. It began with the tea, the Hatter said. Of course twinkling begins with a T! said the King. Do you take me for a dunce?

meaning in it, said the King, that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. Let the jury consider their verdict.

It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, 'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for about the twentieth time that day.

No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like-she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell creature with a double e?

There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away. 'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested, '- or some sal-volatile.' 'I didn't say there was nothing BETTER,' the King replied. 'I said there was nothing LIKE it.

All the time they were playing the Queen never left off quarrelling with the other players, and shouting 'Off with his head!' or 'Off with her head!' Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour or so there were no arches left, and all the players, except the King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of execution.

I'll whisper it, said the Messenger, putting his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet and stooping so as to get close to the King's ear. However, instead of whispering, he simply shouted at the top of his voice They're at it again! Do you call THAT a whisper? cried the poor King, jumping up and shaking himself. If you do such a thing again, I'll have you buttered! It went through and through my head like an earthquake!

Give your evidence, said the King; and don't be nervous, or I'll have you executed on the spot. This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread-and-butter.

Give your evidence,' said the King; 'and don't be nervous, or I'll have you executed on the spot.

Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on the table. 'Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again-- before she had this fit-- you never had fits, my dear, I think?' he said to the Queen.

This young lady loves you with an H," the King said, introducing Alice in the hope of turning off the Messenger's attention from himself—but it was no use—the Anglo-Saxon attitudes only got more extraordinary every moment, while the great eyes rolled wildly from side to side.

The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box in her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into the court, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once. 'Give your evidence,' said the King. 'Shan't,' said the cook. The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice, 'Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.' 'Well

The King of Crows raked his fingers across the dark until it bled. He licked the blood from his fingers with a forked tongue. "People will believe anything, you know. You only need them to be frightened enough.

They wish, too, that they could warn them about the gray man in the stovepipe hat, about the King of Crows. For not all ghosts remember, and the citizens have need of warning.

God . . . is the blessed controller of all things, the king over all kings and the master of all masters. (1 Timothy 6:15, PH)

Any society's upper-crust is riddled with immorality, how else d'you think they keep their power? Reputation is king of the public sphere, not private. It is dethroned by public acts.

They imagine,perhaps, that they can exploit the prestige of the natural sciences in order to give their own discourse a veneer of rigor. And they seem confident that no one will notice their misuse of scientific concepts. No one is going to cry out that the king is naked. Our goal is precisely to say that the king is naked (and the queen too).

Since at the very start of the [ Epic of Gilgamesh ], the purpose of the encounter of the wild man with the civilized king was to restore justice to the city, the poem has, after all, a happy ending.

What the poet tells us is that, after the ordeals and adventures, after the revelation and the loss, the king must do two things: preserve the splendor of his city and tell his own story. Both tasks are complementary: both speak of the intimate connection between building a city of walls and building a story of words, and both require, in order to be accomplished, the existence of the other.