Quotes About Carton

We?' She smiled, handing me the carton, picking up her suitcase, waiting for me to open the door wide and let her inside. 'One thing you should know about me, Lyova. I don't cook.

He eyed in the far corner of the room the carton of books they'd schlepped across the pond(ocean) They were both fearful of being stuck without a decent book, and who knew they would find everything from Virgil to Synge on the shelves of a fishing lodge?

Listening to that woman was like licking melted ice cream off the carton.

If I ever go missing I want my picture on a beer bottle instead of a milk carton. That way, my friends will know I'm missing.

One time he was so hungover he had to consult a cottage cheese carton to determine the approximate date.

Mike drank straight from the carton, wiped his mouth, and stared at her. "You've been acting freaky. Are you high? Can I have some if you are?

That's not gross; that's one gross. It means there's a hundred and forty-four vuvuzelas in each carton.

As a seven-year-old, I remember when Etan Patz disappeared and was immortalized as the first missing-child face on a milk carton.

Courtney," I warn, getting furious, "if you just said what I think you said: that your lithium is in a carton in the freezer next to the Frusen Glädjé and is a sorbet"—I'm screaming this—"if this is really what you said then I will kill you. Is it a sorbet? Is your lithium really a sorbet?

He didn't have any beliefs to speak of. A world that would deposit a child in a beer carton in the middle of nowhere seemed capable of you-name-it, but Dan did not think that you-name-it qualified as a belief.

To return to poor Darnay," said Carton. "Don't tell Her of this interview, or this arrangement. It would not enable Her to go to see him. She might think it was contrived, in case of the worst, to convey to him the means of anticipating the sentence.

When I was a little girl, I remember carrying my orange UNICEF carton with me as I went Trick-or-Treating.

usually sees only at Christmas. At last he reached in and tenderly removed his gift of glass from the carton. "A geranium! I cannot believe it. A pelargonium

A retired bank vice-president named Harry Breitfeller, who lived in a comfortable duplex in Santa Monica with his wife and other relatives, stepped out on the cement porch a little after nine one morning to pick up the mail. There were half a dozen envelopes, mostly bills, in the mailbox, and a whacking big cardboard carton on the porch under it. Breitfeller picked up the carton, thinking it must be something his wife had ordered, but saw that his own name was on the label.

My father brought me a box of books once when I was about three and a half or four. I remember the carton they were in and the covers with illustrations by Newell C. Wyeth.