Quotes About Mistress

BOTH IN Africa and Europe, Leopold's death had promised to mark the end of an era. Many Belgians felt relieved; at last they would be rid of the multiple embarrassments of his youthful mistress, his unseemly quarrels with his daughters, and the sheer nakedness of his greed. But it was soon clear that Leopold's ghost would not vanish so easily. The king who had died while in possession of one of Europe's largest fortunes had tried to take it with him.

Her name is Anarchy . And she has taught me more as a mistress than you [Justice] ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom . She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you , Jezebel .

Being a mistress suited Rose—in the words of novelist Susan Cheever, "I had my freedom and I was someone else's fantasy.

Fortune is a liberal mistress; I have often said so, and now begin to experience

Fortune is a liberal mistress; I have often said so, and now begin to experience it.

doubt is a good servant but a bad master; a perfect mistress, but a nagging wife.

Good fortune is the best of all mistresses.

I had no idea that you would come up with this mad scheme. How did you enlist your mother in your wickedness? What lies did you tell her?" "None. From the first, my mother has known exactly who you are." His nonchalant reply knotted her stomach with shame and anger. How could he be so careless of her reputation? "Your mistress?" After a fraught pause, Lachlan's voice emerged deep and steady. "The woman I want to marry.

The Earl of Ravenglass can't marry the woman who's been his mistress for six weeks." "Watch me." She

Betrayal clearly has its own reward: the small deep human satisfaction of having one up on someone else. It is the psychology of the mistress, and this regime used it as fuel.

Men will bear many things from a kept mistress, which they would not bear from a wife.

Philosophize: you are a mistress, part of a great hysterical you mean historical tradition.

When you were six you thought mistress meant to put your shoes on the wrong feet, she writes. Now you are older and know it can mean many things, but essentially it means to put your shoes on the wrong feet.

Gold is for the mistress -- silver for the maid -- Copper for the craftsman cunning at his trade. Good! said the Baron, sitting in his hall, But Iron -- Cold Iron -- is master of them all.

My melancholy is the most faithful mistress I have known; what wonder, then, that I love her in return.

My depression is the most faithful mistress I have known — no wonder, then, that I return the love.

Miss, n. A title with which we brand unmarried women to indicate they are in the market. Miss, Misses (Mrs.) and Mister (Mr.) are the three most distinctly disagreeable words in the language, in sound and sense. Two are corruptions of Mistress, the other of Master. In the general abolition of social titles in this our country they miraculously escaped to plague us. If we must have them let us be consistent and give one to the unmarried man. I venture to suggest Mush, abbreviated to Mh.

Marriage , n. The state or condition of a community consisting of a master, a mistress and two slaves, making in all, two.

She was a Mistress who needed a Master. Who needed him.

I am a Mistress to others; you are the Master of me. Of my heart, mind and soul.

His body jerked as it trembled, and she recognized the nerves overtaking passion. The uncontrollable shaking came when a sub felt his true vulnerability to a Mistress's will for the first time, an anxiety that came with relinquishing control to someone by some compulsion that defied issues of logic, strength or bindings.

An angel! Nonsense! Everybody so describes his mistress; and yet I find it impossible to tell you how perfect she is, or why she is so perfect: suffice it to say she has captivated all my senses.

Sensuality, as long as it is straightforward did not repel him, but this derived sensuality - the sort that classes a mistress among motor-cars if she is beautiful, and among eye-flies if she isn't - was alien to his own emotions . . . It was, in a new form, the old, old trouble that eats the heart out of every civilization: snobbery, the desire for possessions, creditable appendages; and it is to escape this rather than the lusts of the flesh that the saints retreat into the Himalayas.

An incident occurred while Cato was speaking which caused much amusement at his expense. A letter was brought in for Caesar, and Cato immediately accused him of being in touch with the conspirators. He challenged him to read the note out loud. Caesar simply passed it across: it was a love letter from Servilia, Caesar's mistress at the time and Cato's half-sister. Cato threw it back angrily with the words: "Take it, you drunken idiot.