Quotes About Marquis

The impossibility of outraging nature is the greatest anguish man can know.

Weep not for little Leonie, abducted by a French Marquis. Though loss of honor was a wrench, just think how it's improved her French.

That vervey spontaneity became encounter theater therapy under the direction of the Marquis de Paar, who was peerless at grittily vapid chatter, misty bathos, and scenery-chewing controversy. Dick Cavett, who wrote for Paar, said that working for him was like having an alcoholic in the family.

when the one-legged Marquis de Rivard was challenged, he sent a surgeon in reply and suggested that in the interests of fighting "on an equal footing" his opponent should submit to a similar amputation. The duel was called off.

The idea of God is the sole wrong for which I cannot forgive mankind.

Marie Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de (1757–1834), French soldier and statesman. He fought alongside the American colonists in the War of Independence and commanded the National Guard (1789–91) in the French Revolution.

And now the Marquis, who interpreted her silence into a secret compliance with his proposal, resumed all his gaiety and spirit, while the long and ardent regards he bestowed on Adeline, overcame her with confusion and indignation.

Similarly, the Marquis is presented in this film as someone who would disturb the status quo and therefore must be kept imprisoned.

Julian was the son of Diokles of Sparta, also known as Diokles the Butcher. That man made the Marquis de Sade look like Ronald McDonald. (Ben)

My master, the Marquis of Carabas, sends you greetings.

I found the other two in Bran's room, and one look at their faces made it abundantly clear that they felt no better than I did. Not that the Marquis had a red nose or a thick voice--he even looked aristocratic when sick, I thought with disgust.

I did not dance again but once, and that with Savona, who insisted that I join Shevraeth and Elenet in a set. Despite his joking remarks from time to time, the Marquis seemed more absent than merry, and Elenet moved, as always, with impervious serenity and reserve. Afterward the four of us went our ways, for Shevraeth did not dance again with Elenet. I know, because I watched.

Siena marble. It was only as she reached it that she realised that the Marquis was standing there with his evening cape over his shoulders, obviously waiting for his carriage.

If the liberties of the American people are ever destroyed, they will fall by the hands of the clergy.

only poetry, exempt from all practical applications, permits one to have at its disposal, to a certain extent, the brilliance and suffocation that Marquis de Sade tried so indecently to provoke.

Ah, but I'm not a gentleman," said the Marquis. "I have it on the best of authority that I am only a nobleman." "Good gracious, Vidal, who in the world dared to say such a thing?" cried his cousin, instantly diverted. "Mary," replied his lordship, pouring himself out a glass of wine.

How is this? she demanded I had thought a Marquis must always be acceptable! That, Miss Merriville, Depends on the Marquis!

For the love of God, woman, there's only one rule in that bloody book worth following.' 'And that is?' Elizabeth asked disdainfully. 'That you marry your damned marquis!

Blake cracked a smile at the sight of the elegant Marquis of Riverdale balancing a tea service. If I could find another I trust, I'd hire him in a minute. At any rate, as soon as I'm done with my duties at the War Office, the discretion of my servants will no longer be quite as paramount.

Good Morning to you," the marquis said. "Where is Caroline?" "Damned if I know, but half the ham is missing so I imagine she's come and gone." James whistled. "Mrs. Mickle certainly outdid herself this morning, didn't she? You should have had Caroline move in sooner." Blake shot him an irritated glance. "Well, you must admit that your housekeeper has never gone to such great lengths to keep YOU so well fed.

There are authors who intigue me because of all I have heard and read about them, because their lives interest me, yet I cannot read their works. Stendhal is one, and the author of Tristram Shandy another. But perhaps the superb example in this respect is the Marquis de Sade.

Why should the Marquis de Cussy wage war on soup? I cannot understand a dinner without it. I hold soup to be the well beloved of the stomach.

The Marquis believed himself to be hardened against flattery. He thought that he had experienced every variety, but he discovered that he was mistaken: the blatantly worshipful look in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, anxiously raised to his, was new to him, and it pierced his defences.

Spain's top naval officer, the Marquis of Santa Cruz commenced a steep decline