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Idleness, simon-pure, from which all manner of good springs like seed from a fallow soil, is sure to be misnamed and misconstrued ...
Vain is the word of that philosopher which does not heal any suffering of man.
A pard-like spirit, beautiful and swift.
I'm many things, and the least impressive of them is lovely.
I am the queen of mediocre , the king of nothingness
Precipitous creature,' Kruppe muttered, reaching for the mug of wine the man had left behind. 'Ah, look at this,' he said, frowning up at Crokus, 'nigh two-thirds full. A potential waste!' Kruppe drank it down in one swift gulp, then sighed. 'Said potential averted, Dessembrae be praised.
I am a mere breath of air; a formless thought that thinks of you.
...a leering, sneering obscene little harpy...
Marvelous is the power which can be exercised, almost unconsciously, over a company, or an individual, or even upon a crowd by one person gifted with good temper, good digestion, good intellects, and good looks.
sylvan bliss, now slipping so gently by her window, with the
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
The vain being is the really solitary being.
An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
A dainty rogue in porcelain
A breath thou art, Servile to all the skyey influences.
Nothing but beauty and douceur
Fellow almost damn'd in a fair wife; That never set a squadron in the field, Nor the division of a battle knows More than a spinster; unless the bookish theoric, Wherein the toged consuls can propose As masterly as he: mere
mother's Diana-like
Not vain the weakest, if their force unite.
mistress of Netherfold.
You dear, sweet, tantalizing phantom
hardly flesh at all; so that when I put my arms round you I almost expect them to pass through you as through air!
One whom the music of his own vain tongue doth ravish like enchanting harmony.
Kinsey Millhone is a female Sam Spade; a thorough professional, a loner, clear-headed and unsentimental.
Dear, gentle, patient, noble Nell . . . .
A man of the utmost insignificance.
if you ever feel useless and defeated milly... just remember that you were once the fastest little spermie out of millions
Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless
She was imperfectly perfect.
My rich Diana. Fly me to the moon with you. Dance among the stars.
Treacle. Romantic hogwash. Derivative. Unworthy.
My rich Diana. I hate you, hate you, hate you. Hate you, hate.
"Do it," he said.
She called herself Mater Tantibus." I scraped the rust off my Latin. "Mother of Nightmares?" "Pretentious, right?" Said the Grand Matriarch of the House of Dead Roses, I thought, but I was smart enough not to say that out loud.
I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out ...
Moved by an unconsious sentiment born out of solitude and savagery - idle tales of a noughty child who sometimes reflects and who is always a lover of the beautiful - the beauty that is personal - the only beauty that is human.
Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses.
Write not again, but come, sweet mate
Lugubrious and pretentious at the same time.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
Fewmets is my new swear word. I'm tired of all the old ones.
Cursed Mammon be, when he with treasures To restless action spurs our fate! Cursed when for soft, indulgent leisures, He lays for us the pillows straight.
Vain is equivalent to empty; thus vanity is so miserable a thing, that one cannot give it a worse name than its own. It proclaims itself for what it is.
Luckless is the country in which the symbols of procreation are the objects of shame, while the agents of destruction are honored! And yet you call that member your pudendum, or shameful part, as if there were anything more glorious than creating life, or anything more atrocious than taking it away.
Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life,
bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam,
combined with steel and wire and
pollen to make up your firm
and delicate being.
Pablo Neruda's epitaph for Tina Modotti
Studious of ease, and fond of humble things.
Beautiful, Lili. I love that word, but it's not enough for you. Not nearly.
I am not doddery ... doddery I am not!
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
They've listed my name in the dictionary - 'Imeldific' is used to mean ostentatious extravagance ... But the truth will prevail.
Conceited little mega-puppy.
I am the Earl of Ravensmoor. And you are? (Sparhawk) Totally freaking out. (Taryn) Tis a most peculiar name, milady. Are you by chance Welsh? (Sparhawk)
Donneven, Bettaquit and Mmmhmmmm
Her dress is the colour of marmalade, she chirps songs that have no words
my Clodius, how little your countrymen know of the true versatility of a Pericles, of the true witcheries of an Aspasia!
I am sincere, ma petite, even when I lie.
Let no one think of me that I am humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.
No wonder, Sir, that he is vain; a man who is perpetually flattered in every mode that can be conceived. So many bellows have blown the fire, that one wonders he is not by this time become a cinder.
Murderess, murderess, he whispers to himself. It has an allure, a scent almost. Hothouse gardenias. Lurid, but also furtive. He imagines himself breathing it as he draws Grace towards him, pressing his mouth against her. Murderess. He applies it to her throat like a brand.
CHERFUL IN ALL WEATHERS, NEVER SHERKED A TASK, SPLENDID BEHAVIOUR.
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
I threw out all those Latin words - the ones that end in 'ion' - the ones that never quite describe you ...
Sir McCoolpants Von No Touchy
Excellence when concealed, differs but little from buried worthlessness.
[Lat., Paullum sepultae distat inertiae
Celata virtus.]
The mind's only perfect vassal.
Lovely is admirable.
I considered several names, but Titania, a character from Shakespeare's 'Midsummer Night's Dream', was best able to portray the image I wanted for what is a fantastically elegant and sexy yacht.
A lady decidedly. Fast? perhaps. Original? undoubtedly. Worth knowing? rather.
An extraordinary dancer, whose blend of tautness and buoyancy is not only exciting but also suggestive of clarity and immediacy with which dance can communicate deep, conflicting emotions.
Aithinne smiles. "You know," she says thoughtfully, "your hair rather looks like an octopus." Then, as if to reassure me: "I love octopi."
And Aithinne is obviously a bit barmy, but nobody's perfect.
beautiful young maiden?
Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus
[never tickle a sleeping dragon]
What's your name."
"Um ... " I don't know why I hesitate, but Betrise just doesn't sound right anymore. I have a chance to be remade here. A new fraction, a new name.
"Tris," I say firmly.
"Welcome to dauntless," he says to me.
The ever relentless
I have a sister and her name is Mimsy, like from 'Alice in Wonderland,' so we've got some strange names in our family.
ORANGE MARMALADE',
A Devil, a born Devil on whose nature, nurture can never stick, on whom my pain, humanly taken, all lost, quite lost ...
The beautiful soul!
Maydens, be they never so foolyshe, yet beeing fayre they are commonly fortunate.
Feeble is the character, that bows to inflated ego, arrogance, and whines of affluent, whilst raising itself mercilessly on the humble and underprivileged.
Lionel Merble was a machine. Tralfamadorians, of course, say that every creature and plant in the Universe is a machine. It amuses them that so many Earthlings are offended by the idea of being machines.
You are like night, calmed, constellated. Your silence is star-like, as distant, as true.
Goddess, ... do not be angry with me about this. I am quite aware that my wife Penelope is nothing like so tall or so beautiful as yourself. She is only a woman, whereas you are an immortal. Nevertheless, I want to get home, and can think of nothing else.
Virtue, vain word, futile shadow, slave of chance! Alas! I believe in thee!
Sovereign. Deadly. Perfect.
Faithful death that never forgets in the press of work the most insignificant of its children.
I think Illium can take care of himself."
"Not if he keeps flirting with you."
A fine, almost elegant tendril of heat, champagne and sunshine, decadence in the light.
"Raphael's not the sharing kind.
Mere imagination would indeed be mere trifling; only no imagination is mere .
Min be the travaille, and thin be the glorie.
Please tell me your master isn't Aeolus."
"That airhead?" Favonius snorted. "No, of course not."
"He means Eros." Nico's voice turned edgy. "Cupid, in Latin."
Favonius smiled. "Very good, Nico di Angelo. I'm glad to see you again, by the way. It's been a long time.
Artemis simple-toon
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Think only of beautiful splendid.
She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid - very languid - indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid.
The word should be thinkering.
Could a name be any shorter? Three letters without even the flourish of an e. Ann, a trio of curves and lines.
It means "full of grace".
A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lillies of the swamp.
I should hardly call her a lively girl - she is very earnest, very eager in all she does - sometimes talks a great deal and always with animation - but she is not often really merry.
An epic simplicity
No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like-she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell "creature" with a double "e"?
Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.
Dearest Virgin - um, Dearest Most-Definitely-Not-a-Virgin Lassiter,
Nameless miseries of the numberless mortals