Quotes About Ladies

I had two sisters, and we would love to get dressed up and pretend that we were chic, sophisticated ladies. And I think that was a great sort of preparation, in a way.

Ladies love me when I spray the mic But there aint no "I" in snuggling Aint no "U" in "Stay the night"

Let Pirelli's / Miracle Elixir / Activate your roots, sir... Keep it off your boots, sir- / Eats right through. Yes, get Pirelli's! / Use a bottle of it! / Ladies seem to love it... Flies do, too!

Instead, he gestured to the DJ, who deemed Single Ladies to be the correct jam for this particular car crash of a moment.

Wow," he said, his voice as sarcastic as before. "I had no idea I was related to such an accomplished detective. Is that where you were the past couple of days? Doing undercover work? Tell me, Detective Oliviera, what else did you and your CSI team learn during your amazing investigation?" "She learned," Mr. Liu said, taking a menacing step forward, "that boys who smart off to ladies often get slapped.

English old ladies still sentimentalize about the wisdom of the East and American intellectuals about the earth consciousness of the negro.

I pictured a section of the ladies' auxiliary cookbook for Sudden Death Quick Snacks... Using ingredients one could keep on the pantry shelf in the event of tragedy.

Then Mr. Norrell roused himself and took down five or six books in a great hurry and opened them up - presumably searching out those passages which were full of advice for magicians who wished to awaken dead young ladies.

But Rose lifted her champagne flute in a toast. "It is precisely our unfortunate characteristics that make any of us interesting—wouldn't you say, ladies? Those of us, I might add, who are interesting." Maneuvering Kate away from the gaggle, Rose led her through the gardens and down to the river.

Everything I do is autobiographical. I'm into old ladies because I've been one for some considerable time now.

A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, of course, a sight to behold, but a man with honour, ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which the young ladies should flock. - Lady Whistledown's society papers 2 May 1814

Honoria had a plan. It had come to her in church that morning. (The ladies went; the gentlemen somehow managed to get out of it.) It wasn't terribly complicated; she needed only a sunny day, a halfway acceptable sense of direction, and a shovel.

Very well," he said with a small sigh. "Ladies today are so very capable. It breaks my hea rt, really." He leaned in, almost as if sharing a secret. "No one likes to feel superfluous." Grace just stared at him. "Rendered mute by my grace and charm," he said, stepping back to allow them to exit. "It happens all the time. Really, I shouldn"t be allowed near the ladies. I have such a vexing effect on you.

A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, of course, a sight to behold, but a man with honor - ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which the young ladies should flock.

Faith had always told herself that she was not like other ladies. But neither, it seemed, were other ladies.

The ladies' fans opened with cracks like pistol shots, and were held up to block the stranger from view.

Back in the trophy room the gentlemen would be taking the leash off their conversation. Likewise, here in the drawing room, each lady quietly relaxed and became more real, expanding into the space left by the men. Without visibly changing, they unfolded, like flowers, or knives.

You," Win would tell him, "have a hero complex. You think you can make the world better. You are Don Quixote tilting at windmills." "And you?" "I'm eye candy for the ladies." Win.

Ladies in bunches always filled me with vague apprehension and a firm desire to be elsewhere

I must soon enter this world, where on its surface fragrant ladies rocked slowly, fanned gently, and drank cool water.

When we reached the auditorium, the whole town was there except Atticus and the ladies worn out from decorating, and the usual outcasts and shut-ins.

The truth does not require a majority to prevail, ladies and gentlemen. The truth is its own power. The truth will out. Never forget that.

On Mother's Day: It's just a rip-off, to tell the truth, a chance to sell my perfume and other things that ladies like.

automated voices and the bells from the row of testing machines in the back. The walls were white cinder block, the floors speckled linoleum. At the front desk were four large black ladies. Leigh Anne handed all the documents over to one of them, who took one look at them and said in a slow drawl, "Uh-uh. This school