Quotes About Daisy

For my 23rd birthday I had a house party that was '90s themed and I dressed up as Alabama whirly from 'True Romance.'

I fell in love immediately with Daisy Ridley. She is just a superstar born.

Daisy thought of one of Churchill's jibes about Attlee: "An empty car drew up and Clem got out." The man he called a nonentity had thrashed him.

and dances at night. Daisy greeted the people she knew, which was

The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there— Wherefore—Marauder—art thou here? Because, Sir, love is sweet! We are the flower—Thou the Sun! Forgive us, if as days decline— We nearer steal to thee! Enamored of the parting West— The peace—the flight—the Amethyst— Night's possibility!

or conversation?' So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit

The magazine said to blend. Daisy blended for all she was worth, trying to spread that dark stuff around.

Mr. Fairfax is sleeping, and he won't be wanting any breakfast. You might check on him later in the morning, though." "I'll check on him," Daisy said. "Give him a good wallop with my broom handle, that's what." Emma

I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all--Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.

Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed.

She had caught a cold and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

He knew that Daisy was extraordinary, but he didn't realize just how extraordinary a 'nice' girl could be.

The notion originated with Daisy's suggestion that we hire five bath-rooms and take cold baths, and then assumed more tangible form as "a place to have a mint julep." Each of us said over and over that it was a "crazy idea."—we all talked at once to a baffled clerk and thought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny...

Oh, I'll stay in the East, don't you worry, he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. I'd be a God damned fool to live anywhere else.

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again.

kissed her curious and lovely mouth. She had caught a cold, and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever, and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.

Voi abitate a West Egg disse con fare sprezzante. Conosco qualcuno laggiù. Io non conosco nessuno. Dovete conoscere Gatsby. Gatsby? chiese Daisy. Che Gatsby?

ancient Celtic belief that when a child dies at birth, an angel throws a daisy down upon the earth to console the bereft parents.

I seem to be having difficulty—my first instructor was Dr. Chandra. He taught me to sing a song, it goes like this, 'Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you.'" The

T]heir cats will be looked after too -- one only hopes Daisy won't put in more food for them than for the humans.' Faustina [the cat] looked up from her saucer, her dark face made all the more reproachful by its beard of milk.

If only the devil were feminine - perhaps he (she) was; no one had ever seemed to think of that - he would readily believe that her pseudonym was Daisy Morrison.

An utterly steady, reliable woman, responsible to the point of grimness. Daisy was a statistician for the Gallup Poll.