Lords And Ladies Quotes

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make

The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.

If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people remember.

I have supped mead with lords and ladies; so to have I slumbered in nameless lanes and gored upon mutton.

I’m so sorry we’ll never meet,” she whispered, laying her posy atop the late Lord and Lady Payne’s grave. “But thank you. For him. I promise, I’ll love him as fiercely as I can. Kindly send down some blessings when you can spare them. We’ll probably need them, from time to time.

The shortest unit of time in the multiverse is the New York Second, defined as the period of time between the traffic lights turning green and the cab behind you honking.

Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enameling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

No matter what she did with her hair it took about three minutes for it to tangle itself up again, like a garden hosepipe in a shed [Which, no matter how carefully coiled, will always uncoil overnight and tie the lawnmower to the bicycles].

In fact, the mere act of opening the box will determine the state of the
cat, although in this case there were three determinate states the cat
could be in: these being Alive, Dead, and Bloody Furious.

Nanny Ogg never did any housework herself, but she was the cause of housework in other people.

Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red flag to a bu… was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was annoyed by it.

Shoot the dictator and prevent the war? But the dictator is merely the tip of the whole festering boil of social pus from which dictators emerge; shoot him and there’ll be another one along in a minute. Shoot him too? Why not shoot everyone and invade Poland?

He was transfixed at the sight of the lords and ladies of his realm running about like demented chickens.

This is a lovely party,” said the Bursar to a chair, “I wish I was here.

Verence would rather cut his own leg off than put a witch in prison, since it’d save trouble in the long run and probably be less painful.

Well, the news has got around. The Duchess of Keepsake has invited us to a ball, Sir Henry and Lady Withering have invited us to a ball, and Lord and Lady Hangfinger have invited us to… yes, a ball.” “Well, that’s a lot of…” “Don’t you dare, Sam.