B Quotes
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“Beate the dog before the Lyon.”
Source: The Complete Works of George Herbert: Prose
“Beaten biscuits: This is the most laborious of cakes, and also the most unwholesome, even when made in the best manner. We do not recommend it; but there is no accounting for tastes. Children would not eat these biscuits-nor grown persons either, if they can get any other sort of bread. When living in a town where there are bakers, there is no excuse for making Maryland biscuit. Believe nobody that says they are not unwholesome. . . . Better to live on Indian cakes.”
“Beaten paths are for beaten men.”
“Beatha
- do Mháire Mhic Amhlaoibh,
An Fál Mór, Co. Mhaigh Eo.
- Níor airigh tú caint ar an slabhcán? -
arsa Mary Nell le hiontas,
an slabhcán a bhailíodh sí ina gearrchaile di
ar charraigreacha an Fháil Mhóir,
a thugadh sí abhaile
is a ghearradh go mion, é a bhruith ainsin le deoirín uisce.
Nuair a d'fhuaraíodh sé dhéanadh sí leac -
an blas a bhíodh air leis an ngráinne salainn!
Níor bhlais Mary Nell an slabhcán le dhá scór bliain:
- Ní bhadrálann éinne thart anseo a thuilleadh leis,
Róleitheadhach atá siad.
Ach an stuif sin a bhíonns ag fear an tsiopa
I bpotaí beaga a thigeann sé, dath pinc air -
'Yoghurt?'
- Yoghurt. Yoghurt!
M'anam go liveálfainn ar an stuif sin.
M'anam go liveálfainn air. -”
Source: INNTI: Uimhir a ceathair déag
“Beati coloro che accettano senza discutere la disciplina in cui vivono, che obbediscono liberamente agli ordini dei capi...o coloro che sono pervenuti, per vie proprie, a convinzioni chiare e incrollabili...Coloro che riposano su questi comodi letti dogmatici sono vittime di forme di miopia autoindotta e portano paraocchi che possono anche dare l'appagamento, ma non certo la comprensione di cosa significa essere uomo.”
Source: The Crooked Timber of Humanity: Chapters in the History of Ideas
“Beating a legend is a very good feeling, but internally I was processing the realization that I could compete with anyone.”
“Beating children will not make them wise. They will grow wilder and wilder and the cane will feel like paper on their skins.”
“Beating drums while doing a kindness to somone is a very ugly show of ego!”
“Beating heroin is child's play compared to beating your childhood.”
“Beating is the worst, and therefore the last means to be us'd in the correction of children, and that only in the cases of extremity, after all gently ways have been try'd, and proved unsuccessful; which, if well observ'd, there will very seldom be any need of blows.”
“Beating John Landy was my defining race.”
“Beating Newt Gingrich in a popularity contest is like beating Stephen Hawking in 'Dancing with the Stars.'”
“Beating Pakistan is always special because they are a tough team and we have a bit if a history regarding Pakistan.”
“Beating people up is a positive thing.”
“Beating the competition is relatively easy. Beating yourself is a never-ending commitment.”
Source: Shoe Dog: A Memoir by the Creator of Nike
“Beating the drums for Hawaii is not hard to do... the place just grows on you.”
“Beating the impossible never starts when we reach for the stars. Rather, it starts when we fall to our knees.”
“Beating the odds, one heart beat at a time.”
“Beating the tea party gang is more important than who does the beating.”
“Beating up on the so-called elite media has a nice populist ring to it.”
“Beating with love, there's only one human heart
Colorblind and free, right from the start
Salute and thanks to the brave selfless soldier
Prayers for the fallen who never got to get older
There's only one you, there's only one me
Life is so precious in our human family”
“Beating yourself up is a useless and damaging process and it is also a CHOICE. You don’t have to do it. Ask what good is it doing? Also ask is this the way that you want to deal with yourself? You can choose to look more objectively and see what you can do to improve, or accept the way that you are, with a smile. Things won’t get better by attacking and demeaning yourself. Relax and encourage yourself instead.”
“Beating yourself up over every perceived mistake is the work of an internal abuser who must be restrained and reformed.”
Source: Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life
“Beatitude begins at the moment thought-feeling has gone beyond the author’s need to think — he doesn’t need to think anymore and he now finds himself close to the grandeur of nothingness. One could also say of “everything”. But “everything” is quantity, and quantity has limits at its very outset. True incommensurability is nothingness, which has no barriers and is where a person can spread out her thought-feeling.”
Source: Água Viva
“Beatitude starts in the moment when the act of thinking has freed itself from the necessity of form. Beatitude starts at the moment when the thinking-feeling has surpassed the author's need to thinking - he no longer needs to think and now finds himself close to the grandeur of the nothing. I could say of the "everything". But "everything" is a quanitity, and quantity has a limit in its very beginning. The true incommensurability is the nothing, which has no barriers adn where a person can scatter their thinking-feeling.”
“BEATITUDES
My God, this is staggering, Woah! Immense. This epiphany quivers me as I write. How powerful, nonpareil, & superordinary is your Word. The BEATITUDES for instance, is a saintly archetype of direct investment, --seed planting & a sure-way harvest.
May I liken it a bit to a spiritual trading --one in which, to get this-- you do this. Simple, practical & yet so effective. The only ingredient required for this is aBsOluTe OBEDIENCE.
Meanwhile, all of humanity-- everyone actively, passively, knowingly or otherwise is a trader at this heavenly market of life. --©Bright Heaven's”
“Beatle bones and smokin' stones the dry sands fall.”
“Beatle's wrote the Nike song and called it macaroni.”
“Beatles was 20th-century folksong in the framework of capitalism; they couldn't do anything different if they wanted to communicate within that framework.”
“Beatles, women and children first!”
“BEATRICE: Do you truly not know who he was? Mr. Dorian Gray, the lover of Mr. Oscar Wilde, who was sent to Reading Gaol for—well, for holding opinions that society does not approve of! For believing in beauty, and art, and love. What guilt and remorse he must feel, for causing the downfall of the greatest playwright of the age! It was Mr. Gray’s dissolute parties, the antics of his hedonistic friends, that exposed Mr. Wilde to scandal and opprobrium. No wonder he has fallen prey to the narcotic.
MARY: Or he could just like opium. He didn’t seem particularly remorseful, Bea.
JUSTINE: Mr. Gray is not what society deems him to be. He has been greatly misunderstood. He assures me that he had no intention of harming Mr. Wilde.
MARY: He would say that.
CATHERINE: Can we not discuss the Wilde scandal in the middle of my book? You’re going to get it banned in Boston, and such other puritanical places.”
Source: The Sinister Mystery of the Mesmerizing Girl
“Beatrice hizo una referencia ante el ataúd de su padre cuando la procesión llegó a las puertas del palacio. Como insectos, las cámaras entonaron un coro de chasquidos mientras los fotógrafos se esforzaban por inmortalizar esa imagen icónica: la nueva y joven reina, inclinándose ante alguien por última vez.”
Source: Majesty
“Beatrice is going to be queen someday.” Samantha didn’t sound resentful, just pensive.
“And what are you going to be?” Nina asked, curious.
Samantha grinned. “Everything else.”
Source: American Royals
“BEATRICE: Laura told me it might help if I read aloud. Mina had given us a book of fairy tales. Blue Fairy Tales? Blue Book of Fairy Tales? I do not remember the exact title. I was never given fairy tales to read as a child, only scientific treatises. How I would have enjoyed them! Although I do not understand how a shoe could fit only one woman in an entire kingdom.
DIANA: It was a magical shoe.
BEATRICE: Still, that is not logical. I can accept pumpkins turning into coaches, and lizards into footmen, but a shoe will fit many women of the same size. How could the prince know he was choosing the right one?”
Source: European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman
“BEATRICE: They are the clothing of the New Woman. They are meant not to be feminine, but practical.
CATHERINE: On women they look like men’s clothing, on men they look like women’s clothing. That’s where the New Woman meets the Dandy.
BEATRICE: Why is it necessary to categorize people in that fashion? Why can we not all wear whatever we wish, whatever is useful and aesthetically pleasing? I believe that someday we shall all wear garments that are light and of a pleasing texture, easy to put on and take off. At the same time, they will express the aspirations of the spirit. They will be like the garments of the Greeks, both graceful and functional. Why can we not dress in such a fashion now?
MRS. POOLE: Because this is England, and you would all catch your deaths of cold.”
Source: The Sinister Mystery of the Mesmerizing Girl
“BEATRICE: You make me sound so dramatic, Catherine!
CATHERINE: Well, you are dramatic, with your long black hair and the clear olive complexion that marks you a daughter of the sunny south, of Italy, land of poetry and brigands. You would be the perfect romantic heroine, if only you weren’t so contrary about it.
BEATRICE: But I have no desire to be a romantic heroine.
MARY: Brigands? Seriously, Cat, this isn’t the eighteenth century. Nowadays Italy is perfectly civilized.”
Source: European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman
“Beatrice," she says. "Beatrice, we have to run." She pulls my arm across her shoulders and hauls me to my feet. She is dressed like my mother and she looks like my mother, but she is holding a gun, and the determined look in her eyes is unfamiliar to me.”
“Beatrice. We should think of our family. But. But we must also think of ourselves.”
“Beatrix,” Amelia said over her shoulder as they proceeded through the hallway. “Perhaps you should reconsider your attire. Poor Captain Phelan may find it somewhat shocking.”
“But he’s already seen me like this,” came Beatrix’s voice from behind Christopher, “and I’ve already shocked him. What is the point in changing clothes? Captain, would you feel more comfortable if I took my breeches off?”
“No,” he said hastily.
“Good, I’ll keep them on. Really, I don’t see why women shouldn’t dress like this all the time. One can walk freely and even leap. How is one to chase after a goat in skirts?”
Source: Love in the Afternoon
“Beatrix had worn her best gown, made of shimmering aniline violet. The bodice was scooped low, revealing a generous expanse of fair skin. Her hair had been curled and swept up with a multitude of pearl-tipped pins- other than that, she wore no adornment.”
Source: Love in the Afternoon
“Beatrix looked at Christopher with an arrested expression.
His smile faded, and he found himself staring into her blue-on-blue eyes. They were astonishingly direct and lucid... the eyes of a vagabond angel. One had the sense that no matter what she beheld of the sinful world, she would never be jaded. She reminded him that the things he had seen and done could not be polished away like tarnish from silver.”
Source: Love in the Afternoon
“Beatrix puts a distance between herself and the rest of the world. She’s very engaging, but also quite private in nature. I see the same qualities in Captain Phelan.” “Yes,” Amelia said. “You’re absolutely right, Catherine. Put that way, the match does seem more appropriate.” “I still have reservations,” Leo said. “You always do,” Amelia replied. “If you’ll recall, you objected to Cam in the beginning, but now you’ve accepted him.” “That’s because the more brothers-in-law I acquire,” Leo said, “the better Cam looks by comparison.”
Source: Love in the Afternoon
“Beatrix... you look lovely. Like a young lady."
Smiling, Beatrix stood and executed a slow turn for her. The pale green dress, with its intricately pleated bodice and dark green corded trim, fit almost perfectly, the skirts falling down the floor. "Lady Westcliff gave it to me," she said. "It belonged to her younger sister, who can't wear it anymore because she's in confinement.”
Source: Mine Till Midnight
“Beatrix, do you know what happens to girls who ask such naughty questions?” “They’re ravished in haylofts?” she inquired hopefully.”
Source: Love in the Afternoon
“Beatriz breathed in the sweet aromas that lately appealed to her. Those at the forefront were of various honeys in the wooden honey pots anchoring the tablecloth: lavender, orange blossom, and eucalyptus. But the room was a cornucopia of visual and olfactory treats. Marcona almonds were roasting in Reuben's old wood oven, and from the kitchen downstairs wafted scents of all the spices they would be offering their customers fresh over the counter in cloth bags: cinnamon stalks, cloves, anise, ground ginger, juniper berries, finely grated nutmeg. Nora and Beatriz packaged all the spices themselves. They would also offer ribbon-tied bags of Phillip's tea creations served in the café: loose leaves of lemon verbena, dried pennyroyal, black tea with vanilla. All around the room, on the floor, shelves, and counters, were baskets and baskets and baskets of irresistible delights: jars of marmalades and honeys and pure, dark, sugarless chocolate pieces ready to melt with milk at home for the richest hot chocolate. Customers could even buy jars of chocolate shavings, to sprinkle over warmed pears and whipped cream, or over the whipped cream on their hot chocolates. They sold truffles white and dark, with or without rum, biscuits with every variation of nuts and spices, bars small or large of their own chocolate, and dried fruits dipped in chocolate.”
Source: The Summer Kitchen
“Beats is inherently different: the company is a consumer electronics company but also a media company; a packaged goods company but also an entertainment company.”
“Beau allowed the boat to stop, so that they bobbed gently in the water. “It’s funny you should ask about that particular tale. The man who gave me the tickets for your concert was very interested in that alligator. We used to come out here at night together, gathering herbs and bark, and we poked around looking for the monster. We never did find it, though.”
“Who gave you tickets to Savannah’s show?” Gregori asked softly, already knowing the answer.
“A man named Selvaggio, Julian Selvaggio. His family has been in New Orleans almost from the first founding. I met him years ago. We’re good friends”— he grinned engagingly—“ despite the fact that he’s Italian.”
Gregori’s eyebrows shot up. Julian was born and raised in the Carpathian Mountains. He was no more Italian than Gregori was French. Julian had spent considerable time in Italy, just as Gregori had in France, but both were Carpathian through and through.
“I know Julian,” Gregori volunteered, his white teeth gleaming in the darkness. Water lapped at the boat, making a peculiar slapping sound. The rocking was more soothing and peaceful than disturbing.
Beau looked smug. “I thought you might. You both have a connection to Savannah, you both ask the same questions about natural medicine, and you both look as intimidating as hell.”
“I am nicer than he is,” Gregori said, straight-faced.”
Source: Dark Magic
“Beau clawed at the overturned table, pushing to his hands and knees, blood running off his beard onto the floor. The man who charged enemy lines a dozen times against overwhelming odds determined he would not die groveling on the floor. —Beau Landry”
Source: M4-Sword of the Spirit
“Beau could talk a policeman into committing armed robbery.”
Source: Beard with Me
“Beau, what is it you want?"
"A porch," he says softly. He says it like it's my name, and right then, I think, what both of us want more than anything is something we can never have. "All I really want is to build a house with a nice, big porch that gets used every day.”
Source: The Love That Split the World