D Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with D. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Daisies are the Pekin ducks of flowers. They radiate joy like they are tiny shining suns.”
Source: Powdered Saxophone Music
“Daisies are what boho dreams are made of. They bring to mind sun-soaked wild flower fields, spontaneous wanderings in the country air the simple joys of bundling found blooms and foliage into a worn basket. I can almost smell the sunshine when I look at these happy flowers and feel the urge to wear a flower crown and spin around barefoot! Daisies are the perfect addition to any laid back and rustic decor or shabby chic event!”
Source: Bold & Beautiful Paper Flowers: More Than 50 Easy Paper Blooms and Gorgeous Arrangements You Can Make at Home
“Daisies in water are the longest lasting
flower you can give to someone.
Fact.
Buy daisies.
Not roses.”
Source: Words for Dr. Y.: uncollected poems with three stories
“Daisies infinite Uplift in praise their little growing hands, O'er every hill that under heaven expands.”
“DAISIES
It is possible, I suppose that sometime
we will learn everything
there is to learn: what the world is, for example,
and what it means. I think this as I am crossing
from one field to another, in summer, and the
mockingbird is mocking me, as one who either
knows enough already or knows enough to be
perfectly content not knowing. Song being born
of quest he knows this: he must turn silent
were he suddenly assaulted with answers. Instead
oh hear his wild, caustic, tender warbling ceaselessly
unanswered. At my feet the white-petalled daisies display
the small suns of their center piece, their -- if you don't
mind my saying so -- their hearts. Of course
I could be wrong, perhaps their hearts are pale and
narrow and hidden in the roots. What do I know?
But this: it is heaven itself to take what is given,
to see what is plain; what the sun lights up willingly;
for example -- I think this
as I reach down, not to pick but merely to touch --
the suitability of the field for the daisies, and the
daisies for the field.”
Source: Why I Wake Early
“Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,
And sweet thyme true,
Primrose, first born child of Ver,
Merry Spring-time's harbinger.”
Source: The Plays of Beaumont and Fletcher: Selected
“Daisuke was of course equipped with conversation that, even if they went further, would allow him to retreat as if nothing had happened. He had always wondered at the conversations recorded in Western novels, for to him they were too bald, too self indulgent, and moreover, too unsubtly rich. However they read in the original, he thought they reflected a taste that could not be translated into Japanese. Therefore, he had not the slightest intention of using imported phrases to develop his relationship with Michiyo. Between the two of them at least, ordinary words sufficed perfectly well. But the danger was of slipping from point A to point B without realizing it. Daisuke managed to stand his ground only by a hair's breadth. When he left, Michiyo saw him to the entranceway and said, "Do come again, please? It's so lonely.”
Source: And Then
“Daisuke was the sort of man who, once he was disturbed by something, no matter what, could not let go of it until he had pursued it to the utmost. Moreover, having the capacity to assess the folly of any given obsession, he was forced to be doubly conscious of it. Three of four years ago he had tackled the question of the process whereby his waking mind entered the realm of dreams. At night, when he had gotten under the covers and begun to doze off nicely, he would immediately think, this is it, this is how I fall asleep. No sooner had he thought of this than he was wide awake. When he had managed to doze off again, he would immediately think, here it is. Night after night, he was plagued by his curiosity and would repeat the same procedure two or three times. In the end, he became disgusted in spite of himself. He wanted somehow to escape his agony. Moreover, he was thoroughly impressed by the extent of his folly. To appeal to his conscious mind in order to apprehend his unconscious, and to try to recollect both at the same time was, as James had put it, analogous to lighting a candle to examine the dark, or stopping a top in order to study is movements; at that rate, it stood to reason that he would never again be able to sleep. He knew all this, but when night came, he still thought, now...”
Source: And Then
“Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.”
Source: The Complete Works of F. Scott Fitzgerald: Novels, Short Stories, Poetry, Articles, Letters, Plays & Screenplays: From the author of The Great Gatsby, The Side of Paradise, Tender Is the Night, The Beautiful and Damned, The Love of the Last Tycoon, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button and many other notable works
“Daisy chains are pretty fragile, and it turns out that families are too.”
“Daisy empezó a cantar, a acompañar la música con un susurro rítmico y ronco, y de cada palabra extraía un significado que nunca había tenido y que jamás volvería a tener.”
Source: The Great Gatsby
“DAISY: Es como si algunos fuéramos detrás de nuestras pesadillas igual que otros persiguen sus sueños.”
Source: Daisy Jones & The Six
“Daisy had her preheat the oven, remove the chicken from its plastic, rinse it, and pat it dry. "Dry skin is crispy skin," Daisy said, encouraging Diana to blot the chicken skin until there was no moisture remaining. "Some recipes have you leave the chicken in the refrigerator, uncovered, for the moisture to evaporate from the skin. Some chefs even use a blow-dryer on the skin."
Diana looked at her skeptically. "You're kidding, right?"
"Hand to God," said Daisy. "It probably looks ridiculous, but I'm sure it works.”
Source: That Summer
“Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Daisy had this incredible voice. It was gritty but never scratchy. You’d have thought she had rocks in her throat that the sound had to travel over. It made everything she sang complex and interesting and kind of unpredictable.”
Source: Daisy Jones & The Six
“Daisy has a unique spirit,” Westcliff said. “A warm and romantic nature. If she is forced into a loveless marriage, she will be devastated. She deserves a husband who will cherish her for everything she is, and who will protect her from the harsher realities of the world. A husband who will allow her to dream.” It was surprising to hear such sentiment from Westcliff, who was universally known as a pragmatic and level-headed man.
“What is your question, my lord?” Matthew asked.
“Will you give me your word that you will not marry my sister-in-law?”
Matthew held the earl’s cold black gaze. It would not be wise to cross a man like Westcliff, who was not accustomed to being denied. But Matthew had endured years of Thomas Bowman’s thunder and bluster, standing up to him when other men would flee in fear of his wrath. Although Bowman could be a ruthless, sarcastic bully there was nothing he respected more than a man who was willing to go toe-to-toe with him. And so it had quickly become Matthew’s lot in the company to be the bearer of bad tidings and deliver the hard truths that everyone else was afraid to give him.
That had been Matthew’s training, which was why Westcliff’s attempt at domination had no effect on him.
“I’m afraid not, my lord,” Matthew said politely.
Simon Hunt dropped his cigar.
“You won’t give me your word?” Westcliff asked in disbelief.
“No.” Matthew bent swiftly to retrieve the fallen cigar and returned it to Hunt, who regarded him with a glint of warning in his eyes as if he were silently trying to prevent him from jumping off a cliff.
“Why not?” Westcliff demanded. “Because you don’t want to lose your position with Bowman?”
“No, he can’t afford to lose me right now.” Matthew smiled slightly in an attempt to rob the words of arrogance. “I know more about production, administration, and marketing than anyone else at Bowman’s…and I’ve earned the old man’s trust. So I won’t be dismissed even if I refuse to marry his daughter.”
“Then it will be quite simple for you to put the entire matter to rest,” the earl said. “I want your word, Swift. Now.”
A lesser man would have been intimidated by Westcliff’s authoritative demand.
“I might consider it,” Matthew countered coolly, “if you offered the right incentive. For example, if you promise to endorse me as the head of the entire division and guarantee the position for at least, say…three years.”
Westcliff gave him an incredulous glance.
The tense silence was broken as Simon Hunt roared with laughter. “By God, he has brass ballocks,” he exclaimed. “Mark my words, Westcliff, I’m going to hire him for Consolidated.”
“I’m not cheap,” Matthew said, which caused Hunt to laugh so hard that he nearly dropped his cigar again.
Even Westcliff smiled, albeit reluctantly. “Damn it,” he muttered. “I’m not going to endorse you so readily—not with so much at stake. Not until I am convinced you’re the right man for the position.”
“Then it seems we’re at an impasse.” Matthew made his expression friendly. “For now.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Daisy has a unique spirit. A warm and romantic nature. If she is forced into a loveless marriage, she will be devastated. She deserves a husband who will cherish her for everything she is, and who will protect her from the harsher realities of the world. A husband who will allow her to dream." -Westcliff”
“DAISY:I had sex with Liam.
LAYLA:Is that your idea of a joke? It's too early in the morning.
DAISY:We broke my bed and my desk and my collection of Disney princess teacups.
LAYLA:OMG. I can't even... Are you CRAZY?
DAISY:Maybe.
LAYLA:He's supposed to be your FAKE fiancé.
DAISY:It was just a onetime thing. I'm about to send him home. He's sleeping on my collection of stuffed pigs because there are splinters in my sheets.
LAYLA:What are you going to do when your dad comes home?
DAISY:Tell him I had a nightmare.
LAYLA:I hope it's a nightmare and Sam is going to wake me up and I'll be in my bed not texting you in the middle of the night.
DAISY:It was soooooo goooood.
LAYLA:Stop. You're hurting my eyes.
DAISY:He's waking up.
LAYLA:We need to talk about this. Send him home now. Don't do anything stupid.
DAISY:GTG. He wants MORE!”
Source: The Dating Plan
“Daisy is a walking drum tune. You can almost hear it by looking at the way she walks.”
Source: Their Eyes Were Watching God
“DAISY: It's cold. Maybe you should wait inside.
LIAM: On my way. Make room in the bed.
DAISY: Very presumptuous. You have not been forgiven.
LIAM: Will do whatever you want. Walk on bed of hot coals. Whip self with cat o' nine tails. Eat five containers of Shark Stew. Fly to India to buy you Kurkure Masala Munch. Grovel and kiss your pretty feet.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“Daisy kept thinking about how for every man down-on either side-there were loved ones smacked with the brutal truth of war”
“Daisy looked up at him with the kind of expression that Jesus might have given someone who had just explained that he was probably allergic to bread and fishes, so could He possibly do him a quick chicken salad.”
Source: Anansi Boys
“Daisy nibbled the jalebi. Fragrant with rose water and spices and dripping with heavy, sweet syrup, the spiral-shaped orange treats were her favorite Indian dessert.”
Source: The Dating Plan
“DAISY: No tenía el más mínimo interés en ser la musa de alguien.
No soy una musa.
Soy ese alguien.
Fin de la maldita historia.”
Source: Daisy Jones & The Six
“Daisy pulled away from Swift’s grasp. “You’ve changed,” she said, trying to collect herself.
“You haven’t,” he replied.
It was impossible to tell whether the remark was intended as compliment or criticism.
“What were you doing at the well?”
“I was…I thought…” Daisy searched in vain for a sensible explanation, but could think of nothing. “It’s a wishing well.”
His expression was solemn, but there was a suspicious flicker in his vivid blue eyes as if he were secretly amused. “You have this on good authority, I take it?”
“Everyone in the local village visits it,” Daisy replied testily. “It’s a legendary wishing well.”
He was staring at her the way she had always hated, absorbing everything, no detail escaping his notice. Daisy felt her cheeks turn blood-hot beneath his scrutiny.
“What did you wish for?” he asked.
“That’s private.”
“Knowing you,” he said, “it could be anything.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Daisy realized that her heart had begun to thump just as it had when she had read the more lurid passages of 'The Plight of Penelope,' in which a maiden was captured by an evil villain who locked her in a tower room until she agreed to surrender her virtue.
Daisy had known the novel was silly even as she had read it, but that had not detracted one bit from her enjoyment. And she had been perversely disappointed when Penelope had been rescued from imminent ruin by the bland golden-haired hero Reginald, who was not nearly as interesting as the villain.
Of course the prospect of being locked in a tower room without any books had not sounded at all appealing to Daisy. But the threatening monologues by the villain about Penelope's beauty, and his desire for her, and the debauchery he would force on her, had been quite intriguing.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Daisy Scott will not be another flower, only picked for her beauty and left to wilt and die. She will be a wildflower, which will thrive and bloom once she is set free in the field.”
Source: Bloody Fingers & Red Lipstick
“Daisy. She seem to blaze like a torch. James had always known she was beautiful-How he always known? Have there been a moment he had realized it? – But still the sight of her hit him like a blow. She was all fire, or heat and light, from the gold silk roses woven into her dark red hair to the ribbons and beads on her golden dress. The hilt of Cortana was visible over her left shoulder; the straps that secured it had been fashioned from thick gold ribbons.”
Source: Chain of Iron
“Daisy smiled and said, "Jay Berry, you won't die. You may think you will, but you won't. In a day or two, you'll be as good as new, I hope." "You're just saying that because you heard Papa say it," I said. "No, I'm not!" Daisy said. "I'm saying it because I'm a nurse, and nurses are supposed to cheer up their patients." I knew all too well that once Daisy had gotten into one of her Red Cross nursing spells, it was ridiculous to even think of trying to argue her out of it. So I just groaned, closed my eyes, and sat there while”
Source: Summer of the Monkeys
“Daisy stared worriedly into his shadowed face. “What if you change your mind about me? What if you come back and tell me that you were wrong, you don’t want to marry me, and—”
“No,” Matthew said, stroking the rampant black waves of her hair. “There’s no turning back. I’ve taken your innocence. I’m not going to avoid my responsibility.”
Disgruntled by the choice of words, Daisy frowned.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“The way you put it…your responsibility…as if you have to atone for some terrible mistake. It’s not the most romantic thing to say, especially in present circumstances.”
“Oh.” Matthew grinned suddenly. “I’m not a romantic man, sweetheart. You knew that already.” He bent his head and kissed the side of her neck, and nipped at her ear. “But I am responsible for you now.” He worked his way down to her shoulder. “For your safety…your welfare…your pleasure…and I take my responsibilities very seriously…”
He kissed her breasts, drawing the taut peaks into the melting heat of his mouth. His hand parted her thighs and played gently between them.
A moan of pleasure slipped from her throat, and he smiled. “You make the sweetest sounds,” he murmured. “When I touch you like this…and this…and the way you cry out when you come for me…”
Her face burned. She tried to be quiet, but in another moment he had coaxed another helpless moan from her. “Matthew…?” Her toes curled as she felt him slip lower, his tongue tickling the hollow of her navel.
His voice was muffled by the covers that tented over his head. “Yes, chatterbox?”
“Are you going to do—” she paused with a gasp as she felt him push her knees apart, “—what you did before?”
“It would seem so.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Daisy swallowed as her friend handed over the dandelight. It was beautiful, perfect, whole: perhaps the only whole and unbroken thing in the vast, burning world.”
Source: The Forest in the Sky
“Daisy thought of Artemis’s cottage, the Roost, perched at the top of a beech tree in the heart of Mallowmarsh—much smaller than the Root Trees of Amazeria, and infinitely cozier. She thought of the warm kitchen, and Miss Tufton making scones for tea, and her little attic room with the round window that looked out over the green lawns and sparkling glasshouses. She was filled with a wave of longing so powerful that it almost overwhelmed her. “We can really live at Mallowmarsh?” she asked, feeling a sort of bittersweet explosion in her chest. “Together?” “Yes,” said Ma.”
Source: The Forest in the Sky
“Daisy truly l-loves Mr. Swift," Evie said earnestly.
At the sound of her stammer, which was something else Lillian warned him about, Rafe gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm glad to hear it," he said gently.”
Source: A Wallflower Christmas
“Daisy was a consciously happy young woman without any of the usual endowments that make for conscious happiness, money apart. She was not pretty, she was not clever, she had no friends, no talents, nor even an imagination to make her think she was happy when she was really miserable. As she was never miserable, she had no need of an imagination.”
“Daisy was wearing a butter-yellow gown that wrapped tightly around her slender waist and pushed the small, pretty shapes of her breasts upward into a low-cut bodice of gleaming, ruched satin. Yellow satin ribbons had been braided into artful ropes that held the bodice in place. Her black hair had been pulled to the top of her head with a few spiraling curls falling to her neck and shoulders. She looked delicate and perfect, like one of the artful sugared garnishes on the dessert tray that one was never supposed to eat.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“Daisy, you’re too damned innocent to understand the danger you’re in. It’s taking all the self-control I’ve got to keep my hands off you. Don’t play games with me, sweetheart. It’s too easy for you to torture me, and I’m at my limit.”
Source: Scandal in Spring
“DAISY: I never knew you were such a realist-I thought you were more poetic. Where's your imagination? There are many sides to reality. Choose the one that's best for you. Escape into the world of imagination.”
Source: Rhinoceros and Other Plays: Includes: The Leader; The Future Is in Eggs; It Takes All Kinds to Make a World
“Daiļliteratūrā ir tikai viens žanrs. Tā ir ,,grāmata".”
Source: The Humans
“Daja doesn't exactly need to be tested on whether she's honorable or not.”
Source: Daja's Book
“Daja doesn't exactly need to be tested on whether she's honorable or not." "Doesn't she? Don't all of you? This is your first taste of the things which may come from your being powerful mages. People will offer you gold, status, even love. I want to know how you will react. If want to know if your teachers will release greedy, thoughtless monsters into the world.”
Source: Daja's Book
“Daja: "He and Rosethorn work together? They hate each other." Lark: "I didn't say they liked it. - Daja and Lark referring to Rosethorn and Crane's cooperation on finding the cures for new diseases”
“Dakar with a population of over a million people is the capital and largest city of Senegal. Counting the surrounding area the population would go well over 2,000,000. This would be our last landing for fuel, before our arrival in Liberia. We took a long turn over the Atlantic and made a slow decent to the runway of the “Aéroport international de Dakar” just north of Dakar. The Portuguese founded Dakar in 1444, as a base for the export of slaves. Dakar came under French rule in 1872 and was the capital of the Mali Federation for a year after 1959. On August 20, 1960, it became the capital of Senegal. It is here that the sand dunes of the North African desert, gives way to the dense tropical rain forests of Equatorial Africa.
On a map of Africa, Liberia is on the western bulge, just 5 degrees north of the equator. This is where, during the blisteringly hot summer months it constantly rains, and just south of where the tropical depressions become the fierce hurricanes that threaten the Caribbean Islands and North America. The impenetrable jungle of Liberia is euphemistically called “The Bush.” This hell hot, humid, Garden of Eden, was to become my home for the next eighteen months.”
“Dakin (to Irwin, his teacher): Do you really believe that, sir, or are you just trying to make us think?”
“Dakle BBC! Mala vijest na dnu stranice - U Hrvatsku se spustila crna kugla sa Sunca. Najvjerojatnije se ne radi ni o čemu važnom kad se kugla spustila u tu zemlju“, razočarano pročita.”
Source: Bljuzga u praskozorje
“Dakle, kao što sam rekao, ne mogu da ne budem ponosan na ovu sjajnu kolekciju... Pitaćeš se možda: Zbog čega? Jesu li sve to, recimo, odlično očuvani, retki primerci prvih izdanja? Ne. Imaju li posvete i potpise svojih sopstvenih, legendarnih autora? Ne. Da li su barem pripadale nekoj poznatoj ličnosti pre nego što su dospele ovde? Ne. ...Ali to je skup vrlo kvalitetnih knjiga, zaboga. Pogledaj ih samo. Često stojim pred njima i pitam se... Ne drže li one celi svet na njegovom mestu?”
Source: Hodnik
“Dakota Fanning is a child, but she is a wonderful actor. I don't know what a child actor is. She's an actor who's a child.”
“Dakota Fanning is my favorite actress.”
“Dakota leaned forward with her face coated in mingled sperm and kissed the lips of the fourth man. In that kiss, there was an unspoken ‘thank you.”
Source: The Pink Cadillac
“Dakota once again drew in a breath, her cheeks reddened. “And you’d be the smokin’ hot guy?” Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip.
He cocked his head. “But of course.”
Source: The Promise
“Dakota started laughing. "You wouldn't have anything back there to help me tame a punk-rock wild child with a disdain for cowboys, would you?”
Source: The Good, the Bad, and the Vampire