Quotes About Daisy

This time try to pretend I'm a badger and I'm going to eat your kits." "But my kits really like you," Daisy protested.

Daisy offered a mosquito which bit you and gave you yellow fever. 'You turn as yellow as a lemon and then you die,' she said.

The first perfume I remember actually having myself is Daisy.

It was as if that day was so dark that my mind folded in on itself, protectively, the way a daisy will at night.

He is a creature of will, and the beauty of his will overreaches the tawdriness of his real object: Daisy.

That sounded good," Daisy said with surprise. "It sounded like a fish vomiting," Sarah said into the piano. "A charming image," Honoria remarked. "I don't think fish do vomit," Daisy remarked, "and if they did, I don't think it would sound like—

Yes, well, if it's any consolation that goes for me, too, and for Angleton believe it or not, but 'upset' and fifty pence will buy you a cup of coffee and what we really need is to finger the means, motive, and murderer of Daisy the Cow in time to close the stable door.

The third boat was quite pretty, too...this one was an Adirondack fishing boat, and even though it was only half finished, I could picture Jay Gatsby in it, casting a line over the side while he yearned for that shallow tramp, Daisy.

As he passed through the dining room, he stopped and took a white daisy from the bouqet his housekeeper had placed in the middle of the table..and put the daisy in the buttonhole of his summer jacket. Then he opened the front door and walked down the steps to Prinsegade, filled with the blind triumph that people sometimes experience when they've conquered their own better judgment.

I think scent is sensual. I guess evoking a mood or a spirit is key, and I think with the women's fragrances we have evoked different types, moods or sensibilities of a woman - whether it's Daisy with the sweetness and the innocence or Lola which is more provocative, sexy and sultry.

Daisy's mobile in the pocket of her jeans and rigged it up to the old-fashioned answering machine he'd brought with him, setting them both down close to the stove.

What never failed to boggle Daisy was how Judy Garland had only just arrived in this glorious colorful place and she immediately wanted to run back to some boring pig farm. The fact that everyone else loved the film...what did that say about people? It says that most people can tolerate being over the rainbow for only about thirty seconds.

I'd like to give you a special gift in return - something you can wear at the fashion show.

his dress and was scurrying down the hallway back toward

Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer, do!I'm half crazy, all for the love of you!It won't be a stylish marriage,I can't afford a carriage,But you'll look sweet upon the seatOf a bicycle built for two!

Dear Diary, Today I tried not to think about Mr. Knightly. I tried not to think about him when I discussed the menu with Cook... I tried not to think about him in the garden where I thrice plucked the petals off a daisy to acertain his feelings for Harriet. I don't think we should keep daisies in the garden, they really are a drab little flower. And I tried not to think about him when I went to bed, but something had to be done.

You go into the book store, there's the cut-out of Dr. Phil, and then the dreaded women's health section where every book, instead of the menopause book with the fanged Medusa head on the cover that might be more pertinent, you always see a flower and a poppy and a daisy and a stethoscope.

I made sure no butt cheek hung out. You know, the original Daisy, Catherine Bach's shorts were shorter than mine.

The red glow from the stoplight wrapped around Daisy like a bloody veil. She leaned against the crooked bus-stop sign on Airline Highway, fighting the craving for a cigarette. Crimson nighttime mist swirled about her face. It was warm, almost midnight.

Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.

Here, I'll read his explanation. 'Your success in capturing the heart of Lord Westcliff was purely the result of your own magic, and the essential addition to the fragrance was, in fact, yourself.' " Laying the letter in her lap, Lillian grinned at her sister's annoyed expression. "Poor Daisy. I'm sorry that it wasn't real magic.

She pulled out her phone to take pictures, then picked up the bottle of wine, and looked a question at Daisy. We only needed one cup for the rice, right? Examining the bottle, she asked, Is this wine just for cooking, or is it okay to drink? Oh, that's actually important, said Daisy. Don't ever buy cooking wine at the supermarket. Never, ever cook with a wine you wouldn't drink.

Daisy loved to read, having fueled her imagination with so many books that, were they laid end to end, would probably extend from one side of England to the other. She was charming, whimsical, fun-loving, but- and here was the odd thing about Daisy- she was also a solidly rational person, coming up with insights that were nearly always correct.

She's not a lunatic," Daisy told her sister. "She's a New Yorker.