Quotes About Lady

Thanksgiving was in trouble. It needed… A SUPERHERO! No, not that kind. Thanksgiving needed a real superhero, someone bold and brave and stubborn and smart. Thanksgiving needed Sarah Hale. Now, I know what you're thinking. She doesn't look like a superhero. She looks like a dainty little lady. Never underestimate dainty little ladies.

Some high society lady said is your horse outside? No ma'am, he's between my legs, but your too fat to ride.

The Lady with the Alligator Purse

Go through the gate. Let our love support you through your own self-judgment. Over you the dark shall have no power. Farewell—we release you into the Lady's waiting arms. . . .

The phone rang. She looked, and her heart sank. Speak of the devil. But if she had a choice between discussing her own funeral with the catering lady and talking to

She asked, what would he do if a lady happened to insist? Turner replied, "Madam, do you think that would be a lady?

The dandy cleans his monocle every day, a silver monocle with a lens of smoked gold, given him by a beautiful lady but, suddenly overcome with sadness, he has lost the monocle case.

Her aunt is a pompous and proud and fat old lady. She is a type even to the point of a double chin and lorgnettes. She is dressed pretentiously, as if afraid her face alone would never indicate her position in life. MILDRED is dressed all in white.

Shut up, you brat," interrupted Geralt, smiling nastily "Halt your uncontrolled little tongue. You speak to a lady who deserves respect, especially from a Knight of the White Rose...

It was an event of too massive arbitrariness for me to comprehend but, as the rain-washed light fell more and more wistfully on the gigantic tip of sandstone that killed my bearded lady, my reptilian friend, my shooting star and my blind philosopher, I became most deeply aware of mortality.

Whether it is the old lady's fear, or the many ghostly traditions of this place, or the crucifix itself, I do not know, but I am not feeling nearly as easy in my mind as usual.

Fate has it in for me to be an exhibit: that funny old lady from the telly.

Night makes no difference 'twixt the Priest and Clerk;Joan as my Lady is as good i' the dark.

One lady remembered seeing them together that summer "turn and laugh and play with a monkey that was climbing in a neighbor's yard.

The crowd screamed, and in the same instant the band whammed into Lady like a desperate man into a ten-dollar prostitute.

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.

There in the city's steam-and-smoke-smudged harbor is the most extraordinary sight of all: a great copper-clad lady with a torch in one hand and a book in the other. It is not a statesman or a god or a war hero who welcomes us to this new world. It is but an ordinary woman lighting the way- a lady offering us the liberty to pursue our dreams if we've the courage to begin.

Felicity laughs and takes on the tone of a fashionable lady. Darling, the Bryn-Joneses have just done the most marvelous thing in their parlor with human blood. We simply must have ours done straightaway!

I'm afraid, Belle, that being a lady is more than proper clothes. It is an attitude. From your...experience, you may know more of business and politics than ladies are supposed to know. Gentlemen are pleased to think ladies are ornamental, and it is an ill-advised ornament who contradicts her gentleman.

Patriotic'? Dear, dear me!" Scarlett covered her mouth in mock astonishment. "I didn't know that was 'patriotism.' I believe what you intended has ruder names, though no well-bred Georgia lady would admit to knowing them.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Harriet! I've never met anyone called Harriet in real life. I had a brief fantasy about her being Harriet Vane, because she'd be about the right age for that, except that Harriet Vane would be addressed as Lady Peter, and anyway she's fictional. I can tell the difference, really I can.

Mrs Cutler, who had taken an immediate fancy to the elegant French lady, now appeared with a tray of strawberries and cream.

A small speckled visitor Wearing a crimson cape Brighter than a cherry Smaller than a grape A polka-dotted someone Walking on my wall A black-hooded lady In a scarlet shawl.