Quotes About Dorothy

Dorothy said nothing. Oz had not kept the promise he made her, but he had done his best. So she forgave him. As he said, he was a good man, even if he was a bad Wizard.

Only I never wish to get up in the morning ~ Dorthy

From the Land of Oz," said Dorothy, gravely. "And here is Toto, too. And oh, Aunt Em! I'm so glad to be at home again!

Oh, dear! Oh, dear! cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay. The house must have fallen on her. Whatever shall we do?

You began it, declared Dorothy. Well, you ended it, so we won't argue the matter. May we come out again? Or are you still cruel and slappy?

The Witch was too much afraid of the dark to dare go in Dorothy's room at night to take the shoes, and her dread of water was greater than her fear of the dark.

She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.

Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer's wife.

Is it a toy? asked Button-Bright softly. No, dear, answered Dorothy; it's better than that. It's the fairy dwelling of a fairy prince.

there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what would happen. Once Toto got too near the open trap door, and fell in; and at

reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole. When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad

floor and keep the fire fed with wood. Dorothy went to work meekly, with her mind made up to work as hard as she

I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before. But tell me, is it a civilized country? Oh, yes, replied Dorothy. Then that accounts for it. In the civilized countries I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. But, you see, the Land of Oz has never been civilized, for we are cut off from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards amongst us.

get lost, Dorothy. It's the thing we don't expect, Billina, that usually happens, observed the girl, thoughtfully.

Writing is the only way I know to demand justice from an uncaring universe.

I have never liked cats, said Mrs. Gardner remotely. I love them, said Dorothy. They are so nice and selfish. Dogs are TOO good and unselfish. They make me feel uncomfortable. But cats are gloriously human.

It says there's no marriages in heaven, Mrs Powlett,' said Dorothy, giving a final polish to the pudding spoons with a piece of washleather. 'I'm ashamed of you, Dorothy,' said Mrs Powlett, 'speaking of the Bible as "it". And don't tell me it's in the Bible, Dorothy, for that is a book we were never meant to understand. Now come along and give me a hand and don't leave the shammy on the Vicar's chair.

I overheard Dorothy talking to Mr Montrose and she was telling Mr Montrose that she thought that I would be great in the movies if he would write me a part that only had three expressions, Joy, Sorrow, and Indigestion.

Sirk was every woman's dream of a director.

It was Coolidge of whom Dorothy Parker, when told of his death, asked, "How can they tell?" Dorothy Parker was extremely witty, but in this case her amusing observation obscured the fact that Coolidge, who was undoubtedly dull, was also a fairly successful president–for the very reason that he did nothing, and said even less. That would not be possible today, of course. People had to do things, and would not rest until they had done them.

Only when Brub had acknowledged the introduction and turned to his wife did the waver of fear come to her.

Only a man off his trolley would consider riding around in a police car with Homicide. Homicide with psychic hunches.

As Dostoevski said: 'Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.

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