Browns Quotes (page 9)
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Jerott’s eyes and Philippa’s met. ‘When I meet my friend,’ said Jerott Blyth carefully, ‘there is likely to be a detonation which will take the snow off Mont Blanc. I advise you to seek other auspices. Philippa, I think we should go down below.’
‘To swim?’ said that unprepossessing child guilelessly. ‘I can stand on my head.’
‘Oh, Christ,’ said Jerott morosely. ‘Why in hell did you come?’ The brown eyes within the damp, dun-coloured hair inspected him narrowly.
‘Because you need a...
Dorothy Dunnett
All I wanted to do was be a hero... But do I ever get to be a hero? All I ever get to be is the stupid goat!"Don't be discouraged, Charlie Brown... In this life we live, there are always some bitter pills to be swallowed..."If it's all the same with you, I'd rather not renew my perscription!
Charles M. Schulz
What exactly is the free world, anyway? I guess it would depend on what you consider the non-free world. And I can't find a clear definition of that, can you? Where is that? Russia? China? For chrissakes, Russia has a better Mafia than we do now, and China is pirating Lion King DVDs and selling dildos on the Internet. They sound pretty free to me. Here are some more jingoistic variations you need to be on the lookout for; "The greatest nation on Earth; the greatest nation in the history of...
George Carlin
I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping. I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.
James Patterson
Connie went for walks in the park, and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and the mystery, kicked the brown leaves of autumn, and picked the primroses of spring. But it was all a dream; or rather it was like the simulacrum of reality. The oak leaves were to her like oak-leaves seen ruffling in a mirror, she herself was a figure somebody had read about, picking primroses that were only shadows or memories, or words. No substance to her or anything...no touch, no contact!
David Herbert Lawrence
Why, i' faith, methinks she's too low for a highpraise, too brown for a fair praise and too littlefor a great praise: only this commendation I canafford her, that were she other than she is, shewere unhandsome; and being no other but as she is, Ido not like her. (Benedick, from Much Ado About Nothing)
William Shakespeare
Ez volt sznes, szlesvszn lmaim idszaka. Anym gy hitte, risi mennyisg alvsra van szksgem, gy aztn sosem voltam igazn fradt, amikor lefekdtem. Ez volt a nap legjobb rsze, amikor fekhettem a megfoghatatlan flhomlyban, fllomban, formlva fejemben tulajdon lmaimat. Repl lmaim oly hihetek voltak, akr Dal tjkpei, oly valsgosak, hogy hirtelen sszerndulva bredtem bellk, azzal a fullad rzssel, hogy Ikaroszknt hulltam al az gbl, s ppen idejben fogott fl puha gyam.(Superman s Paula Brown j kezeslbasa)
Sylvia Plath