Quotes About Maids

Upon the bank, she stood In the cool Of spent emotions. She felt, among the leaves, The dew Of old devotions. She walked upon the grass, Still quavering. The winds were like her maids, On timid feet, Fetching her woven scarves, Yet wavering.

Men who neglect philosophy while busying themselves with ordinary affairs are like the Suitors [in the Odyssey] who desired Penelope but went to bed with her maids.

(About a cookbook...)- What about this one? Maids of Honor?- Weeelll, they starts OUT as Maids of Honor...but they ends up Tarts.

You can't be a member of the Sinful Ladies Society if you have a husband. The original members, like me, are all old maids. We're finally starting to allow widows in, but their husbands have to be dead for at least ten years. Why ten years? Seems to take that long to deprogram them from silly man thinking.

Mummy always had French maids, and Daddy always chased them. It kept their marriage happy.

It's a sweet setup, I'll admit. For all that the maids STILL show up each day with jumbo crucifixes, jumpy movements, and red eyes from crying over the short straw that drew them vampire duty.' Yesterday, she'd just stopped herself from raising her clenched hands above her head and chasing one of them around the room groaning, 'I vant to suck your blood.

Silverbells and cockleshells' and freaky dreams and dizzy maids all in a row.

What inn is this Where for the night Peculiar traveller comes? Who is the landlord? Where are the maids? Behold, what curious rooms! No ruddy fires on the hearth, No brimming tankards flow. Necromancer, landlord, Who are these below?

'Hollywood maids' are so idiotic. They grin at everything. I told Norman Lear I didn't want to play a maid because of that 'hee-hee/grin-grin' attitude, and he said, 'Who said I wanted that?' He told me he wanted two strong women that are the black and white of the same coin. I said, 'Oh, well - in that case, I'll be right there!'

door wide open. Patty pointed. Shorty said, "It's for cleaning your ears. Or drying them. Maybe both. They have two ends. I've seen them in the drugstore." "Why is it there?" "Someone missed the trash can. Maybe it bounced off the rim, and rolled out of sight. Happens all the time. The maids don't care." She said, "Go back to your lawn chair, Shorty." He did.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?With silver bells, and cockleshells,And pretty maids all in a row.

Tender minds should not receive early impressions of goblins, spectres, and apparitions, wherewith maids fright them into compliance.Locke.

But I have no patience with you, sinner as you are against light, and better knowlege! and derider of the infirmities, not of old maids, but of old age! — Don't you hope to live long, yourself?

While you make decisions about hors d'oeuvres for the party, maids will gently rub your temples to ward off too much hard thinking.

There rise her timeless capitals of empires daily born, whose plinths are laid at midnight and whose streets are packed at morn; and here come tired youths and maids that feign to love or sin in tones like rusty razor blades to tunes like smitten tin.

Rien drew back among the other upstairs maids, twisting the polishing cloth between her hands, but started when Head's hand fell upon her.

First of all, just knowing people who grew up in the movie business at that time, no one had Mexican maids.

With 'Titanic,' you have all the first-class passengers interwoven with wonderful stories about the maids and the engineers, the people downstairs in the galleys.

In Hollywood through the 50s, there were black, English, and Middle European housekeepers and maids.

They said it was to be a revolutionary house, free of class struggle, no servants' rooms because they didn't believe in laundry maids or cooks. Nobody does, really. Why should they? Only in having clean clothes, clean floors, and enchiladas tapatias.

Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.

Three little maids from school are we,Pert as a schoolgirl well can be,Filled to the brim with girlish glee.

Fly not yet; 't is just the hour When pleasure, like the midnight flower That scorns the eye of vulgar light, Begins to bloom for sons of night And maids who love the moon.

The pig reached the assembly of servants, and the maids shrieked, running in every possible direction. Stunned by the sudden movement, the pig stopped, raised its snout; and let out a hellish squeal—and then another, and another, and... "Will you shut up!" Dunford commanded. The pig, sensing authority, didn't just shut up—it actually laid down.