Quotes About Aunt

a row of tables manned by seated, serious women. Each woman looked like she could be someone's least-favourite aunt.

I have an aunt who married so late in life that Medicare picked up 80 percent of the honeymoon.

All this time I'd thought of Aunt Jin as a hero. Well, here's something you should know: heroes are willing to pause their own lives to help you. Jin wasn't that. She was a regular person.

From the Young Army Fact List: Fact One: No early morning roll call: GOOD. Fact Two: Much better food. GOOD. Fact Three: Aunt Zelda nice: GOOD. Fact Four: Princess-girl friendly: GOOD. Fact Five: Have Magyk ring: GOOD. Fact Six: Extraordinary Wizard Cross: BAD.

Aunt Zelda had written her note on special paper that she had made from pressed cabbage leaves.

It gave Boy 412 the impression that Aunt Zelda had walked into a large patchwork tent and had just, that very minute, poked her head out of the top to see what was going on.

Well, if you wore some sensible boots like I do instead of prancing around in little purple snakey things, your feet would be fine," Aunt Zelda observed. Marcia ignored her. She sat warming her purple snakey feet by the blazing fire and noted with some satisfaction that Aunt Zelda had made no attempt to return the fire to Mother Nature's spluttering state.

Aunt Zelda," said Silas, who had discussed things with Sarah after Jenna had left that morning, "we'll go and stay with Aunt Zelda.

I'm not one for long speeches," Marcia continued. "That's not how I remember it," Alther whispered to Aunt Zelda, who

Tell me about the aunt." "She married up. A doctor. She has a beautiful daughter. But she still loves her nephew. And seems to understand him.

and one of those interpretive historical markers your aunt reads aloud while nobody listens

Remember the Hottentots? asked James. They've become the Khoi now, which means that the Germans will have to retire that wonderful word of theirs, Hottentotenpotentatenstantenattentater, which means, as you know, one who attacks the aunt of a Hottentot potentate.

There was the Queen, and then there was Seretse Khama and our own people. That is called history, you see." "But who asked them here?" The aunt shook her head. "There are some guests who do not knock." "That is very rude." "Yes," said the aunt.

And this young man, where is he?" "He had to go to his aunt's house." "Why? He didn't like the cooking here?

There goes the dinner-bell, and here comes my aunt to scold me for sitting here at my desk all day, instead of staying with the company: wish the company were - gone.

My Aunt Sheila was terrifying! She would put a napkin in her mouth and say, 'You've got something on your face, dear. Let me just scratch that off your face. Let me sand your cheek.'

My aunt had a season ticket for the Friday afternoon concerts, and I would go down for lessons. My lessons were Saturday morning.

As usual, the oldest women were the most decorated, and the ugliest the most conspicuous. If there was a beautiful lily, or a sweet rose, you had to search for it, concealed in some corner behind a mother with a turban, or an aunt with a bird of paradise.

Love more, her aunt had said. Not less.

And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, "Would you like anything to read?

My Aunt Minnie would always be punctual and never hold up production, but who would pay to see my Aunt Minnie?

The boys hurried into the hotel and made their way toward the restaurant. From the lobby they could see Aunt Gertrude and "Mrs. Harrison" seated at a table near the street door. Frank and Joe slipped in and sat down near a potted palm which shielded them from view. Seeing a waitress bring salads to the others, they ordered sandwiches and soda.

Aunt Gertrude paused in the midst of trimming a pie crust as they rushed out through the kitchen door. "Land sakes! Where are you boys off to now?" she scolded. "Don't you realize you'll ruin your digestions?" "On your cooking? Why, Aunty!" Joe grinned and ducked out before she could retort.

My aunt was a chef and she inspired me deeply so she was a huge motivator but more than anything it was a quest for independence and freedom that lead me to an L.A. Culinary School.