Quotes About Aunt

Rome, Abby." I ignored him and turned to my aunt. "A month before my father disappeared, he needed you in Rome. Now I need you in Rome.

I find weddings really boring. They give speeches, your aunt kisses you on the cheek, and you're at a boring table. But it's different when it's your own.

I want to be the coolest aunt in the entire world.

Acting is our job, not talking about it. In France, they know me like I belong to their family. I go somewhere and I feel like I'm sometimes the aunt, the grandmother, the mother, the sister. They all know me. But it's not supposed to be that way.

I think we got in more trouble with Aunt Tasha,? said Christian. ?She was kind of pissed off that we didn?t tell her what was going on. I think she probably wanted to blow up the statues herself.

It was nice to see someone who appreciated her for her character, no matter how disgusted Christian was by the idea of ANYONE dating his aunt. And I actually kind of liked seeing Christian so obviously tormented. It was good for him.

One morning the girl was very thoughtful, and answered at random, and did not seem to Toad to be paying proper attention to his witty sayings and sparkling comments. 'Toad,' she said presently, 'just listen, please. I have an aunt who is a washerwoman.' 'There, there,' said Toad graciously and affably, 'never mind; think no more about it. I have several aunts who ought to be washerwomen.

Piteous was the sight that greeted us. Aunt Maria was on the seat, in a white evening frock, looking—for an aunt—really quite nice. On the lawn stood an incensed curate

Sure, they taunted her unmercifully, but looking back, she realized they taunted everyone. Like her aunt Myst. Years ago, after the incident with the vampire general, the coven had dubbed her Mysty the Vampire Layer. How do you separate Myst from a vampire? With a crowbar.

Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.

24. Home Again Aunt

The simple, unvarnished truth was that Aunt Claree could suck down more alcohol between breakfast and lunch than any three church deacons on a weekend bender.

I watched in total disbelief as my aunt began to expertly roll a joint. "What are you doing?" "Baking a pie, Jax. What does it look like I'm doing?

Now, my little leech, do your nasty work for Aunt Opal, and I will reward you by squeezing your innards into a bucket." He sighed. "Why are all my best lines wasted on annelids?

I was thinking about it: so many of my stories are about my family life, not about being related to a lot of famous people. That's my grandma, that's my mama, my daddy, my aunt, my uncle, my stepdaddy. I'd probably tell them even if they weren't well known.

I have become a mashi now, as my elder sister has delivered a baby girl.

It was awkward because the high school that I went to, my aunt taught at, it was this private boy's school in D.C. There were one or two teachers that I had the hots for, but never fully expressed my feelings because my aunt was always watching.

I am teaching Perry grammar. He says he wants to learn to speak properly. I told him he should not call his Aunt Tom an old beast but he said he had to because she wasn't a young beast.

You've been four of the dearest, sweetest, goodest girls who ever went together through college,' averred Aunt Jamesina, who never spoiled a compliment by misplaced economy.

Aunt Ruth looked at the unlucky pair. What are you doing here? she asked Perry. Stovepipe Town made a mistake. Oh, looking for a round square, said Perry off-handedly, his eyes suddenly becoming limpid with mischief and lawless roguery.

Decency's a dull dog," retorted Aunt Becky. "I parted company with it long ago.

I am glad to say that Aunt Elizabeth and Aunt Laura both aprove of my friendship with Ilse.

The worst possible manager for a manse, said Miss Cornelia bitterly. Mr. Meredith won't get any other housekeeper because he says it would hurt Aunt Martha's feelings. Anne dearie, believe me, the state of that manse is something terrible. Everything is thick with dust and nothing is ever in its place. And we had painted and papered it all so nice before they came. There

Sherlock Holmes, to Mary Russell: It seemed to me that your friend's missing aunt took precedence over my history of contrapuntal significance in Bach's cantatas. Mary Russell: I stared at him. It was one of the sweetest things he'd ever said.