Quotes About Madame

We have to destroy the radioactive brain of Madame Curie.

Poetry is the supreme fiction, madame. Take the moral law and make a nave of it And from the nave build haunted heaven.

I've heard that you're the cat's whiskers, M. Poirot." "Comment? The cat's whiskers? I do not understand." "Well that you're It." "Madame, I may or may not have brains - as a matter of fact I have - why pretend?

You belong to the League of Nations?' 'I belong to the world, Madame,' said Poirot dramatically.

Are you really a detective, then?" "At your service, Madame." "I thought there were no detectives on the train when it passed through Yugo-Slavia—not until one got to Italy." "I am not a Yugo-Slavian detective, Madame. I am an international detective." "You belong to the League of Nations?" "I belong to the world, Madame," said Poirot dramatically.

Coffee, then, Madame. You need some stimulant.

Encore un peu, Madame.

Let us be businesslike, madame. Now, then, you and your husband reside — where?" "Polgarwith, a small market town in Cornwall.

King- Hamilton, Judge Alan ( b 1900 )'...I think he erred on the side of severity when he gave Janie Jones, the notorious madame, seven years after the jury had acquitted her'. 'Well, these things are relative of course. It all depends on what you've been acquitted of. Miss Jones was innocent of a very serious offence.

Only the wicked understand the ways of the wicked, my dear. ~Madame Zelda to Roller Deb

I can feel it in my bones that no matter what we do, even if we do not do anything, the revolutionary government of Madame Cory Aquino will collapse.

The king is full of kindnesses toward me, and I love him tenderly. But it is pitiable to see his weakness for Madame du Barri, who is the silliest and most impertinent creature that it is possible to conceive.

Some of this literature deserves at least a brief note. Madame Helena P. Blavatsky believed in a hollow Earth, and so did Lewis Spence. She formed the Theosophical Society and he, the AMORC Rosicrucians in San Jose, California (as distinguished from all the other Rosicrucians.) These two groups have so heavily influenced modem occultism that no amount of scientific evidence, now, can ever dislodge the hollow Earth from the Belief System (B.S.) of millions of Seekers of Higher Wisdom.

Dans le salon de madame Clarence, on parlait de l'amour ; et l'on en disait des choses délicieuses.

I tell you, Madame, if one gave birth to a heart on a plate, it would say "Love" and twitch like the lopped leg of a frog.

In which building is the pope?" one woman asked. She was overheard by writer Teresa Dean, who wrote a daily column from the fair. "The pope is not here, madame," the guard said. "Where is he?" "In Italy, Europe, madame." The woman frowned. "Which way is that?" Convinced now that the woman was joking, the guard cheerfully quipped, "Three blocks under the lagoon." She said, "How do I get there?

All, right then. Henry raised his hand like a sorcerer. Oh, Ling Chan, Madame Curie of the dream world, he intoned dramatically, barely keeping a straight face. Sleep hath released thee! Now is the time thou must waketh! Ling rolled her eyes. You're an idiot.

Speak, Madame; speak, queen, said Buckingham. The softness of your voice covers the hardness of your words. You speak of sacrilege, but the sacrilege is in the separation of hearts that God has formed for each other!

Juliette Récamier (1777–1849), is remembered for her exquisite beauty and grace—her portrait by David hangs in the Louvre; Gerard's in the Carnavalet—but most of all she is defined by her romantic "friendships" which brought a certain frisson to the hermetic world of the literary salon. Madame Récamier's salon was the first one to reopen its doors after the Revolution.

Lord Auditor Vorthys, a word before you depart. Madame Vorsoisson"—he took Ekaterin's hand again—"we'll talk more when I am less pressed for time. Security concerns have deferred public recognition, but I hope you realize you've earned a personal account of honor with the Imperium of great depth, which you may draw upon at need and at will." Ekaterin blinked, startled almost to protest.

She was in tears; and, strange as it was, in spite of the emotions he felt at the sight of these tears, he looked also at Madame de Villefort, and it appeared to him as if a slight gloomy smile had passed over her thin lips, like those meteors which are seen passing inauspiciously between two clouds in a stormy sky.

After about ten minutes' silence, she suddenly said: "Is it true that you have seen much, travelled far, and suffered deeply?" "I have suffered deeply, madame," answered Monte Cristo. "But now you are happy?" "Doubtless," replied the Count, "since no one hears me complain." "And has your present happiness softened your heart?" "My present happiness equals my past misery," said the Count.

Madame," said the doctor, "they are not your enemies, but you are the enemy of the human race: nobody can think without, horror of your crimes.

It's not a person you wish to fight, Madame, it's a system. How do you fight a system?" "You try.