Quotes About Cordelia

Upon such sacrifices, my Cordelia,The gods themselves throw incense.

Only Lady Cordelia's life was continually upended by his demands. It would never have occurred to him that she might have interests of her own to pursue.

My sister Cordelia's last report said that she was not only the worst girl in the school, but the worst there had ever been in the memory of the oldest nun.

The base doctor had no charts; Cordelia's medical records were of course all behind enemy lines in Vorbarr Sultana at present. He shook his head and keyed up a new form on his report panel. "I'm sorry, Lady Vorkosigan. We'll simply have to begin at the beginning. Please bear with me. Do I understand correctly you've had some sort of female trouble?" No, most of my troubles have been with males. Cordelia bit her tongue.

One of Piotr's most enormous horses, quite naked of bridle, saddle, halter, or any other handle to grab, was trotting out of the barn. Clinging to its mane like a burr was a dark-haired, dwarfish little boy. Miles's sharp features shone with a mixture of exaltation and terror. Cordelia nearly fainted. "My imported stallion!" yelped Piotr in horror.

Cordelia shivered, and Oliver glanced at her in concern. "Cold, Cordelia? You shouldn't be standing around wet.

She tells everyone she's an introvert." Cordelia sniffed. "It's a sad, psychological malady. Comes from reading way too much Kafka.

The SpecOps dress code stated that our apparel should be 'dignified' but in Cordelia's case they had obviously stretched a point.

Yet I am doubtful, for I am mainly ignorant. What place this is, and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments. Nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me, For as I am a man, I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.

Both women and computer science are the losers when a geeky stereotype serves as an unnecessary gatekeeper to the profession.

Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.

There are faces made for moonlight. There are faces created to respond to the wind. There are faces for sandy deserts, for lonely seashores, for solitary headlands, for misty dawns, for frosty midnights. Cordelia's face was made for rain.