Quotes About Princess

You are just so helpful, Andrei. (Esperetta) I try to be, Princess. (Andrei) And you fail with such panache. (Esperetta)

Sometimes stars do fall to earth. It was true. They did and then became commonplace like the rest of the dirt on the planet. His star was one of a kind. He would never allow her to be like any other. Never allow her to be common or sullied. No, her place was in the sky. With her family. With her stinking pet wolf. Never with him. Have a nice life, princess.

Now for God's sake, will you two start behaving like a princess and a Courier?" Halt told them. "If you don't, I'll have to think about sending Will home.' 'Me?' Will said, his voice breaking into a high-pitched squeak of indignation. 'What's it got to do with me?' 'It's all your fault!' Halt shouted irrationally.

Mind you, Princess Cassandra used to stalk us when she sneaked out of the castle as a girl.

Maddie mompelde een niet erg damesachtige verwensing. 'Zo, dat verwacht je niet te horen uit de mond van een prinses,' merkte Will op. 'Waar heb je die uitdrukking in 's hemelsnaam geleerd?' 'Van mijn moeder,' antwoordde ze kortaf. Will knikte. 'Aha, natuurlijk. Vandaar.

Ik ben Cassandra,' zei ze. 'Ik ben de prinses van deze stapel bakstenen.

Dat prinsessengedoe is meer iets voor in kasteel Araluen. In mijn gewone leven ben ik een leerling-Jager, in mijn vierde jaar nu. - Maddie

you are enchanted - only a princess can leave glass footprints in the snow...

As I princessed in the tower, he knight-in-shining-armoured up the drive.

The two Anastasias represent the two faces of the twentieth century. One is a century that really existed, full of war and the slaughter of innocents. The second is the century we longed to have, of peace and family pleasures, and the dreams of any little girl who would close her eyes and become a princess.

They don't have any real power, though," Sanchez said. "They're not tyrants." "Are you trying to tell me that somebody who names you 'Princess Deedee the First' isn't a tyrant?

She was Alasdair Conn's oldest daughter, the Princess of the Jacob's Ladder. She was both fierce and beautiful, and why she'd chosen him, he'd never know.

When the demon was muscling for action she was like the princess in the fairy tale from whose mouth toads fell. The small part of her which remained outside the dominion of her temper stood aghast but inefficient as one after the other the reptiles showered forth.

At the moment, he was looking for his friend Princess Anna. They were supposed to go into town and find a special present for the royal cook. The next day was her birthday, and Olaf loved picking out presents. Maybe they would get her a new apron. Or a nice new spatula! Pausing to think, Olaf raised one of his stick hands to his long carrot nose. That gave him an idea. Maybe Cook would like

Tell me the exact terms of your proposal, Princess," Alekk said. "I've decided I want to hear your voice talk to me.

Do you think I could still be a wizard? One day?' 'Perhaps,' said the Good Wizard. 'I was a princess myself once.

When do we c-c-come and rescue you?' 'If I'm not back by nightfall, come and take a very careful look,' said Anya. 'But I don't expect to need rescuing. I'm not that kind of princess.

If I'm not back by nightfall, come and take a very careful look, said Anya. But I don't expect to need rescuing. I'm not that kind of princess. What kind of princess are you? Not the kind that needs rescuing, said Anya firmly.

Bert and Dehlia had planted the seed of thought in her mind, and it was growing away busily putting out new shoots of thought, all of which were quite bothersome, because they were about things like responsibility and fairness, and thinking about others, and why being a princess perhaps should be about more than just having a nice library and three meals a day, particularly when other people didn't have these things...

If a princess in the days of enchantment had seen a four-footed creature from among those which live in herds come to her once and again with a human gaze which rested upon her with choice and beseeching, what would she think of in her journeying, what would she look for when the herds passed her? Surely for the gaze which had found her, and which she would know again.

Wonder Woman isn't even American; she's an Amazon princess.

After a hundred years the son of the King then reigning, who was of another family from that of the sleeping Princess, was a-hunting on that side of the country, and he asked what those towers were which he saw in the middle of a great thick wood.

I am trying to reach people who would not normally head for the history section of a book shop or a library to try to show that history would be as interesting and thrilling as a novel.

I am a lady-in-waiting, and she is the princess. No, the empress. The empress of the world.