Mary Poppins: [singing] So when the cat has got your tongue, there's no need for dismay! Just summon up this word, and then you've got a lot to say! But better use it carefully or it could change your life... Busker: For example... Mary Poppins: Yes?...
Kitty Bennet: Papa! Mrs. Bennet: Is he amiable? Mary Bennet: Who? Kitty Bennet: Is he handsome? Mary Bennet: Who? Lydia Bennet: He's sure to be handsome. Elizabeth Bennet: For five thousand a year, it would not matter if he's got warts and a leer. Ma...
Mary Morstan: [Mary asks Holmes to make some deductions regarding herself] What can you tell about me? Sherlock Holmes: You? Dr. John Watson: I don't think that's... Sherlock Holmes: I don't know if that's... Dr. John Watson: Not at dinner. Sherlock ...
Rousseau pensaba que era bueno estar solo a veces y que quizá nuestras naturalezas florecían con la máxima pureza en esas ocasiones.
Debería tener la capacidad de ser feliz conmigo misma, de estar satisfecha con lo que soy. No como reina, sino con lo que soy.
It is of the dubious inevitable side of human nature—like gold teeth and tinned salmon and bastard lacy valentines
Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.
My patience has dreadful chilblains from standing so long on a monument.
Cultivate simplicity or rather should I say banish elaborateness, for simplicity springs spontaneous from the heart.
May I never, I say, become that abnormal, merciless animal, that deformed monstrosity - a virtuous woman.
There's not a day that goes by that I don't bless myself with holy water and then get in my car and rub the medal of the Virgin Mary that she gave me and say a Hail Mary for my mother. And then I kiss her Mass card that's right there on the dashboard...
Mary Ann Lomax: Say I can handle it. Kevin Lomax: You can handle it. Mary Ann Lomax: Say something nice. Kevin Lomax: Something nice.
Mary: Blessed are the forgetful, for they get the better even of their blunders. [they click glasses] Mary: Nietzsche. Beyond Good and Evil. Found it in my Bartlett's.
J.M. Barrie: You needn't steal my journal to get to know me, Mary. Mary Ansell Barrie: No. I suppose I could just go see the plays.
The men in those old days of the seventeenth century, when in constant dread of attacks by Indians, always rose when the services were ended and left the house before the women and children, thus making sure the safe exit of the latter.
Marie Derry: Say, who is this Peggy Stephenson? Fred Derry: She's a girl. Marie Derry: I didn't think she was a kangaroo!
My name is Raphael. Not chico.
The beauty of golf, you're in charge out here.
A long time ago, there was a little girl called Mary. Now Mary, she was warned several times not to go to her neighbor’s house. Her neighbor was a grandmother. But Mary hardly listened, so she snuck off one night to spy on her. She tried the front ...
And when Mary nodded, Pauline said, "You'd better hurry then, you know how how is," and laughed to show she would not be married to bald John Keane for all the tea in China. In her laugh was every confidence Mary had ever shared with Pauline about he...
I cry all the time.
