Quotes About Princess

You are my Prince and I am your Princess. One day our hearts will join as one, live happily in God's grace. We will decorate our home with peace and harmony, sprinkle it with lots of sweet hug and kisses, color it with lots of romance and paassionate love.

Im not asking for the world, I dont deserve it. I'm not asking for all of your attention, I dont need it. I'm not asking to be treated like a princess; I never was much of a girly girl. I'm not asking to be your first thought, just not your last. I'm not asking for everything, I'm just asking for what I deserve.

In her final months [Princess] Diana was being shat upon by the tabloids -- basically for sleeping with an Arab. When she died, these same papers were astonished by the millennial wave of emotionalism that swept the country ... [One paper] had a print-ready story about what a slag the Princess was, and they had to pull it at the last moment. It was replaced with an image of Diana as an angel, ascending to heaven.

No one would recognize us," I answered. "We're hardly a proper prince and princess anymore." He laughed mid-kiss and leaned back to look at me. "You were never a proper princess." His hands cradled my face, and his smile faded. "But you're everything I want. Remember that. I love you, Lia. Not a title. And not because a piece of paper says I should. Because I do.

Eu o interrompi, empurrando-o para que ficasse em pé de novo, com a ponta da minha espada. "Não deveria fazer diferença se eu sou uma criada de taverna ou uma princesa. Quando eu o vir tratando os outros com respeito, independentemente da posição que ocupam, ou da sua anatomia, então seu pedido de desculpas significará alguma coisa." Eu me virei para ir embora enquanto ele ainda falava, cansada porque essa era uma batalha que eu teria que lutar repetidas vezes.

I got used to being uncomfortable, and I internalized the idea that my mentioning my discomfort made me fussy—"The princess and the pea," my mother once said, in irritation, making it clear that I was demanding too much when I complained.

Once upon a time there was a girl." "Not a princess?!" "No, definitely not! She was too smart to be a princess. Tough too...Stronger than anyone realized." "Does she live happily ever after?" "Shouldn't there be something in the middle?" "I like to read the ending first." (Wicked Lovely)

Tell me a story,' she whispered. 'What kind of story?' 'One that'll make me have good dreams.' 'Better give me a rating for that dream.' 'Surprise me.' .... 'Once upon a time there was a girl...' 'Not a princess.' 'No. Definitely not. She was too smart to be a princess. Tough, too.' 'Yeah?' 'Oh yeah. Stronger than anyone realized.' 'Does she live happily ever after?' 'Shouldn't there be something in the middle?' 'I like to read the ending first. So did she?' 'Yes.

I could do with a little more fun and a bit less being precious. It isn't all fun, being a princess. In fact, a lot of it is pretty grim.

Princess Joan liked watching The People. Indeed, she liked The People, provided they gave her the respect she was owed.

Except...except for this demon thing. I couldn't control it. And now I can't change back. Of course I was able to scare Chris off. I scared him by how ugly I am." He shook his head. "Princess, there's nothing ugly about you.

I'm a half-demon princess. Sure. What's so hard to grasp about that?

Her wild storm had just told her he loved her, the piercing joy of his song branding her as indelibly his. I'll be home soon, princess.

Obviously, I need to study princesses further.

The Princess Mahiya, and she is mine.

Tell me you got back at him." "Are you kidding? I smiled like the perfect Indian princess, asked hi one sugar or two and put in seven. You should've seen his face when he had to choke it down or risk insulting my entire family." Total evil satisfaction in her tone.

The Pocahontas story requires the princess to reject her own people and culture. This powerful theme has persisted, as the historian Nancy Shoemaker observes, because it contributes to the larger national rationale of the Indians' willing participation in their own demise.

Amitav Ghosh's multigenerational saga The Glass Palace, set in colonial Burma, India, and Malaya, tells the story of Rajkumar, once a poor Indian boy, who becomes a wealthy teak trader in Burma, and lovely Dolly, former child-maid to the queen and second princess of Burma.

British Prime Minister Tony Blair told the world about the tragedy: "She was the people's princess, and that is how she will stay in our hearts and memories forever.

I'm going to be my own kind of princess -Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon)

It could be verified that no princess was ever asked whether she wanted to be rescued and carried off by a dragon-slayer to a fate (no doubt) worse than death.

So you're not a prince. She's pretty astute,don't you think? Owww! I'm sorry-- I'll shut up now, Princess!

The childlike thing sitting on a cygnet-coloured gelding with a silvered saddle and wearing a brooch worth a son's ransom must be the princess niece with a reputation as a seer and sorceress.

The childlike thing sitting on a cygnet-coloured gelding with a silvered saddle and wearing a brooch worth a son's ransom must be the princess neice with a reputation as a seer and sorceress.