Quotes About Harriet

Harriet] made them dress up in sheets and act out pageantry from the New Testament, in which she herself took the role of Jesus. The Last Supper was her favorite.

Don't pay any attention to her," Harriet said to her sister, between her teeth. "Old bitch." Hely had never heard Harriet swear before. A wicked shiver of pleasure fluttered down the back of his neck. "Bitch," he repeated, more audibly, the bad word delicious on his tongue.

I don't see why Allison can't say Hate, Mother," said Harriet. "Hate is a perfectly good word." "It's not polite." "It says Hate in the Bible. The Lord hateth this and the Lord hateth that. It says it practically on every page." "Well, don't you say it." "All right, then," Allison burst out. "I detest Mrs. Biggs." Mrs. Biggs was Allison's Sunday school teacher.

Harriet was silent. She suddenly saw Wimsey in a new light. She knew him to be intelligent, clean, courteous, wealthy, well-read, amusing and enamoured, but he had not so far produced in her that crushing sense of utter inferiority which leads to prostration and hero-worship. But she now realised that there was, after all, something god-like about him. He could control a horse.

By all means,' said Harriet. 'Where did you come from?' 'From London--like a bird that hears the call of its mate.' 'I didn't-- began Harriet. 'I didn't mean you. I meant the corpse. But still, talking of mates, will you marry me?

The German pilot had come up and was standing by smiling as Mr. Parker Pyne finished answering a long interrogation which he had not understood. "What have I said?" he asked of the German "That your father's Christian name is Tourist, that your profession is Charles, that the maiden name of your mother is Baghdad, and that you have come from Harriet.

Chen didn't get back to the lab until almost six, only to find Harriet haunting the gun room like the Ghost of Christmas Future. Pike was certain to be impatient with the delay and no doubt would be growing angrier and angrier—at John.

Cowardice, thy name is Harriet.

In the bottom of the desk drawer I found an old composition notebook from my Harriet the Spy days. It was colored in pink and green and yellow highlighter. I'd followed the boys around for days, taking notes in it until I drove Steven crazy and he told Mom on me.

Harriet said, "You shouldn't have reminded me to sign that book, Peter." "Why ever not? Have you suddenly become bashful about your hard-earned glories?" "Because it watn's hers," said Harriet. "It was a library copy." "Stroke of luck for the ratepaers of the City of Westminster," he said, grinning.

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.

River on the ferry, Billy swam beside it, and Harriet remembered the donkey and the donkey cart of her first

Well," Mrs. Plumber was saying decisively into the telephone, "I have discovered the secret of life." Wow, thought Harriet. "My dear, it's very simple, you just take to your bed. You just refuse to leave it for anything or anybody.

The casting process starts off really scary, especially when you're trying to find a Harriet Tubman.

When I was 13, I had ambitions to act and, in 1984, filmed a drama called 'The Price'. I played the daughter of brilliant actress Harriet Walter.

Of course she told me voluntarily." Harriet lifted her eyebrows. "Or maybe you think I tied her to the sofa and tortured her with Earl Grey tea?

A misunderstanding?" Elizabeth echoed. "With an anvil?" "Oh, stop," Harriet admonished her. "I think he looks very dashing." "As if he dashed into an anvil.

Biography will never fail. Would that we were all equally secure of a higher matter, — our right of freedom of epistolary speech !

It almost makes me cry to tell, what foolish Harriet befell.

Harriet Beecher Stowe published Uncle Tom's Cabin in 1852. It became a publishing sensation. Lincoln was later wryly to remark to her: 'So you're the little woman who wrote the book that made this great war.' The South reacted with fury to her attack on slavery.

I think the first person to call me 'Britain's Obama' was Martin Bright at the New Statesman. Harriet Harman made the comparison once at a conference; it was very flattering but it made me cringe slightly.

No, she learned that true love was epic stuff, as told by Mary.

She doesn't want to think of that woman, not now. She's just one more person who hasn't kept her promise; just one more person who hasn't returned to Harriet.

Rabbit, thought Harriet. Giant Lop, I think, which would make sense. Problem is that once they get to this size, they stop wanting to eat just vegetables