Quotes About Lady

Fair Katherine, and most fair, Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms Such as will enter at a lady's ear, And plead his love-suit to her gentle heart?

Oh, Lady Maccon, I am unreservedly in love with her. That black hair, that sweet disposition, those capital hats.

I am Lady, and still your mother.¨

Hasn't anyone ever told you," Jesse asked, in a semi-amused voice, " that a gentleman never lays a hand on a lady?" Which I thought was kind of funny, considering where Jesse had had his hand the last time I'd seen him. But I thought it better to let that slide.

Hasn't anyone ever told you, Jesse asked, in a semi-amused voice, that a gentlemen never lays a hand on a lady? Which I thought was king of funny, considering where Jesse had had his hand the last time I'd seen him

There she is, our lady of perpetual sleep!" he says smiling broadly.

My father still has two eyes," Stiorra said. "But not as beautiful as yours, my lady." "Did you come to waste our time?" Stiorra asked. "Or did you wish to surrender?" "To you, my lady, I would surrender all I have, but my men? You can count?" "I can count." "We outnumber you.

My mother was an exuberant, silly lady.

Remember. Y maent yr mynyddoedd yn canu ac y mae'r arglwyddes yn dod. The mountains are singing, and the Lady comes. Remember.

Even in the darkest sea they knew they were observed and escorted all the way, by subjects of Tethys invisible even to an Old One's eye. News came to the Lady of the Sea long, long before anyone might approach. She had her own ways. Older than the land, older than the Old Ones, older than all men, she ruled her kingdom of waves as she had since the world began: alone, absolute.

Destiny turned and saw a gray-haired lady in a track suit walking toward them.

It [Ashfair House] was an old fashioned house—the sort of house in fact, as Strange expressed it, which a lady in a novel might like to be persecuted in.

There was very little about her face and figure that was in any way remarkable, but it was the sort of face which, when animated by conversation or laughter, is completely transformed. She had a lovely disposition, a quick mind and a fondness for the comical. She was always very ready to smile and, since a smile is the most becoming ornament that any lady can wear, she had been known upon occasion to outshine women who were acknowledged beauties in three countries.

He said, Were he only like his sister—what a difference that would make! For there never was such a sweet and gentle lady! I hear her footsteps, as she goes about the world. I hear the swish-swish-swish of her silken gown and the jingle-jangle of the silver chain about her neck. Her smile is full of comfort and her eyes are kind and happy! How I long to see her! Who, sir? asked Paramore, puzzled. Why, his sister, John. His sister.

A] smile is the most becoming ornament that any lady can wear.

Once a cad was someone who enticed a lady into consummating a promised marriage before the ceremony had taken place.

As Our Lady called for penance and prayers to save souls at Fatima, dressing decently can be a beautiful offering to heaven that will reap many, many rewards.

Good choice dancing with this one...I've always liked her. More brains than the rest of her family put together. ~ Lady Danbury to Colin Bridgerton

He was trying not to grin, but it was exceedingly difficult with Lady Penwood gasping like a fish on land.

But you have told me," Elizabeth protested, "time and again, that the hallmark of civilization is routine." Lady D shrugged and made a fussy little chirping sound. "A lady cannot take it upon herself to occasionally change her routine? All routines need periodic readjustment.

This is none of your concern,' his uncle spat. 'I beg to differ,' Sebastian said quietly. 'A lady in distress is always my concern.

John shrugged. "It always seemed silly to me to desire a woman who cannot converse any better than a sheep." Belle leaned forward, her eyes glittering mischievously. "Really? I would have thought you'd prefer such a woman,considering your difficulty with polite conversation." "Touche, my lady. I cede this round to you.

The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.

As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous passion, O my much praised but-not-altogether-satisfactory lady.