M Quotes
Browse famous quotes beginning with M. This page is a child index of the full Popular Quotes A-Z directory.
“Mrs Halifax was a dour and staring malevolent stillness standing in the hallway, right outside their door.”
Source: Hotel Miramar: An Old Castle Novel
“Mrs. Hall of Sherbourn was brought to bed yesterday of a dead child, some weeks before she expected, oweing to a fright.—I suppose she happened unawares to look at her husband.”
“Mrs. Hanks taught that everybody’s bodies were exactly the same. She was ignorant and didn't think much about things, but she was teaching her students to be ignorant too. She was teaching them the wrong thing.”
Source: We Found a Horse and Other Stories
“Mrs. Hayes has instructed me to file a police misconduct and civil rights wrongful death lawsuit in Wayne County Circuit Court against the officer who murdered her husband and against the city and police department that hired and trained this officer and turned him loose on an unsuspecting public.”
“May I quote you on that?” Jillian is eager for a scoop.
“Absolutely. Police brutality is a heinous act. Police officers work in service to the public. The public should be able to rely on that service and the preservation of their safety. The public should expect that police officer functions and services are even-handed, fair, and appropriate, applied the same way for all citizens, regardless of race, creed, color, or national origin.”
Source: Betrayal In Black
“Mrs. Howard insists on giving me a tour of the house...As I follow the older woman upstairs, I feel ill. I wish Mason were with us -- I feel lost in this enormous house. I'm worried that if I get separated from Mrs. Howard, they'll find me days later, trapped in a closet somewhere.”
“Mrs. Joe war eine sehr reinliche Hausfrau, doch sie verstand sich ausnehmend gut darauf, ihre Reinlichkeit bequemer und unerträglicher zu machen, als jeder Schmutz gewesen wäre. Die Reinlichkeit ist der Gottesfurcht verwandt, und manche verfahren mit ihrer Religion ganz genauso.”
Source: Great Expectations
“Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her clenliness more umcomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.”
“Mrs. Lasserstein passes out copies of Lord of the Flies and says this will be our fall book, but a whole season seems too long because Lord of the Flies is only 208 pages, and I have already read it, and it is not very interesting. It is by William Golding who won an award for showing that boys are mean and badly behaved, even somewhere nice like the beach. This seems like something anyone in the entire world who has ever met a boy could tell you, but they gave William Golding a Nobel Prize for it.”
Source: One Two Three
“Mrs Lynde was complaining the other day that it wasn’t much of a world. She said whenever you looked forward to anything pleasant you were sure to be more or less disappointed… that nothing ever came up to your expectations. Well, perhaps that is true. But there is a good side to it too. The bad things don’t always come up to your expectations either… they nearly always turn out ever so much better than you think.”
Source: Anne of Avonlea
“Mrs. MacAndrew shared the common opinion of her sex that a man is always a brute to leave a woman who is attached to him, but that a woman is much to blame if he does.”
“Mrs MacPherson looked very proud of her son. It made me think about the different lessons people try to pass on to children about money. And about who controls that money.”
Source: The Betel Nut Tree Mystery
“Mrs. Martindale worked, and worked hard. She worked doubly hard, for she was unskilled at what she did, and she disliked the doing of it.”
Source: Song of the Shirt, 1941
“Mrs. May looked back at her. "Kate," she said after a moment, "stories never really end. They can go on and on and on. It's just that sometimes, at a certain point, one stops telling them.”
“Mrs Merryweather drove James, Carla, Snugs, and the two moose in a Volkswagon Beetle - it was silver and had an engine that purred.”
Source: Snugs The Snow Bear
“Mrs Moonsong sat in the tiny room lit only by flickering candlelight and a small beam of moonlight which slanted through the small roof window.”
Source: Song of the Moon
“Mrs. Moreland, I am now remanding you into the custody of the Maricopa County Sheriff ’s Office while you await your sentence. All bond is revoked.
We are adjourned.”
Source: INNOCENT AGAIN: A LEGAL THRILLER
“Mrs. Munt did not see, and indeed Margaret was making a most questionable statement—that any emotion, any interest once vividly aroused, can wholly die.”
Source: Howards End
“Mrs. Munt—such is human nature—determined that she would champion the lovers. She was not going to be bullied by a severe young man.”
Source: Howards End
“Mrs Murray appears... dressed in a red leather cap trimmed with brown fur, and a habit of Tartan such as is worn by the 42nd Highlanders. She mounts a white horse, with a Fingalian stick in her hand, cut from the woods of Morvern... Thus moved Mrs Murray's first cavalry expedition in the island of Mull, and laughable enough it was.”
Source: A Companion and Useful Guide to the Beauties of Scotland
“Mrs. O'Geoghan looked skeptical. "Only breakfast, with a fine-looking young man like that?" She shook her head. "When I had young men like that I needed breakfast but afterward, and no pot of tea and bowl of porridge either, but steak and six bottles of stout. Then I was all ready for another day!”
Source: The Pale Blonde of Sands Street
“Mrs. P.? Oh no. She’s the help. Bosnian, you know. Or is it Serbian? An absolute treasure, anyway. As I always say to Bel, if there’s one good thing to come out of all this fuss in the Balkans, it’s the availability of quality staff . . .” The words died away on my lips: once again I found myself trailing off in the stare of those unblinking eyes. This fellow was like some kind of after-dinner black hole. My anxiety began to mount again.”
Source: An Evening of Long Goodbyes
“Mrs Palissey and I tended to have the same conversations over and over and slightly too often.”
Source: Proof
“Mrs. Ph(i)Nk0's great secret is that she never aroused any jealousy among us. Or any gossip, either. The fact that she went to bed with her friend, Mr. De XuaeauX, was well known. But in a point, if there's a bed, it takes up the whole point, so it isn't a question of *going* to bed, but of *being* there, because anybody in the point is also in the bed. Consequently, it was inevitable that she should be in bed also with each of us.”
Source: Cosmicomics
“Mrs. Plinth shook her head. “No. No. Your cousin’s his only friend.” How sad, thought Coriolanus. To have no friends.”
Source: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes
“Mrs. Pocket was at home, and was in a little difficulty, on account of the baby's having been accommodated with a needle case to keep him quiet during the unaccountable absence (with a relative in the Foot Guards) of Millers. And more needles were missing than it could be regarded as quite wholesome for a patient of such tender years either to apply externally or to take as a tonic.”
“MRS. POOLE: I would have done just the same as Alice, if I hadn’t remembered my training. A good servant never gives way to emotion, my father used to tell me when he was alive, bless his soul. You girls going so far away, and not knowing when you’d be back!
MARY: But we did get back safely in the end, Mrs. Poole.
MRS. POOLE: Eventually! But the worry I had along the way . . .
CATHERINE: Can you please do your best to not give away the plot? Like the fact that Mary eventually made it safely home . . . I won’t say whether or not the others did!
MARY: Oh please. If we hadn’t made it back, we wouldn’t be writing this book. The important thing is, what happened to us on the way?
CATHERINE: It’s unbelievable, what authors have to put up with from their own characters. Remind me why I agreed to do this?
MARY: Excuse me. We are not your characters, but fellow members of the Athena Club. And as to why you agreed . . . we need money, remember?
CATHERINE: Oh, right.”
Source: European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman
“Mrs. Porter was from Virginia and had a smooth-as-cat-fur way of speaking. She taught me how to say, “Fiddle-Dee-Dee,” just like Scarlett O’Hara and she made her split-pea soup with bacon and even let me try on her lipstick sometimes as she teased up my hair in the same sixties style she wore, “Ala Pricilla Presley,” whoever that was.”
Source: 1:32 P.M.
“Mrs. Pott's beady black eyes narrowed,"Do you know how many glass slippers I have to stitch when I get home? There's a Mad Hatter serenading a toaster as we speak. There could be mayhem wreaking havoc all over the love in New Gotham, granted what thankless ingrates you are. But here I am! I've taken a chance on you..”
Source: 'Twas the Darkest Night (Darkest Hour Saga, #1)
“Mrs. Potter faltered. "Where exactly did you spend the night, James?"
"Mum, that's one of those things you'll be happier not knowing. Just take comfort in the fact that I was surrounded by friends, and no one ended up dead or pregnant. All in all, not a bad record for the night...”
Source: The Life and Times
“Mrs. Potts beady black eyes narrowed,"Do you know how many glass slippers I have to stitch when I get home? There's a Mad Hatter serenading a toaster as we speak. There could be mayhem wreaking havoc all over the love in New Gotham, granted what thankless ingrates you are. But here I am!”
Source: 'Twas the Darkest Night (Darkest Hour Saga, #1)
“Mrs. Quimby looked amused, which Ramona found pleasant, not like bring laughed at.”
Source: Ramona's world
“Mrs. Quisdorf picked that book out for you. That card, though, that's the real gift. It can take you anywhere, Loreda.”
Source: The Four Winds
“Mrs. Russell made us both sit down with a glass of milk. "And I have a special treat for you," she said. I'm not lying. She really said that. I held my breath because of the last special treat at the Daughertys', but it didn't help, because when Mrs. Russell came back, she came back with a loaf of banana bread. Banana bread! And James said, "How about we have some jam with that?" and Mrs. Russell said, "Jam? Then you wouldn't be able to taste the bananas," and James said, "Ma, I hate bananas," and she said, "But I'm sure that Doug enjoys them," and I said, "I think I'm still full from lunch, so the milk's fine," and then Mrs. Russell picked up the plate with the banana bread on it, and you might not believe this, but she started to laugh and laugh a d laugh, until Mr. Russell came out to the kitchen to see what was so funny and she showed him the banana bread and he said, "I hate bananas," and we all started to laugh until Mrs. Russell said, "I hate bananas too," and you can imagine us all laughing until we were crying and finally Mrs. Russell took the banana bread outside to break it up for the birds-"Let's hope they like bananas"-and then I showed Mr. Russell Aaron Copland's Autobiography: Manuscript Edition, and he stopped laughing.”
Source: Okay for Now
“Mrs. Sanger was a woman who would have understood my mother, I was sure.”
Source: My First Thirty Years
“Mrs. Scamler,’ she said, ‘do you study French, ma'am?’ ‘I do, indeed,’ I said; ‘two hours a day.’ ‘Then, ma’am,’ she says, ‘we call upon you to give it up.’ ‘Give it up!’ I said. ‘Why should I give up what your daughter does?’ for I knew her daughter learnt French at school. ‘Because, ma’am,’ she said, ‘it can’t be for no good end, and if it were people wouldn’t believe it. My daughter learns French at school. But what for? Because it’s an accomplishment that all girls have. They take it like the measles and the chickenpox; but do you suppose they go on having it after they’re done school? No; and if a grown woman takes the measles, it’s bad on her; and if a widow takes to learning French we know what that means.’ ‘It’s a very immoral language,’ said the school-masters wife, for she hadn’t paid the butcher’s bill for six months, as I happened to know. ‘Shocking,’ said the chemist’s wife. ‘I knew a woman who read French, and she ran away from her husband, and died of consumption. For it’s in the language. My husband says its rotten and corrupt, and he ought to know, being a chemist by examination. Mrs. Scamler, you need a pill or a draught or something, for I declare you look quite dissolute already.’ And me only beginning irregular verbs!”
Source: A Full and True Account of the Wonderful Mission of Earl Lavender, which Lasted One Night and One Day; with a History of the Pursuit of Earl Lavender and Lord Brumm by Mrs. Scamler and Maud Emblem
“Mrs. Spence picks up a roll of toilet paper from the counter and scrunches her nose.
“Ask Caymen about that,” Xander says.
Great, now I have to explain to his mother about my vandalism? “Your son called me with a toilet paper emergency. I rushed right over.”
She looks confused so Xander says, “She’s kidding, Mom.”
Source: The Distance Between Us
“Mrs. Spencer distrusted letters on principle, because they always seemed to want to entangle her in so many small, disagreeable obligations--visits, or news of old friends she had conveniently forgotten, or family responsibilities that always had to be met quickly and without enjoyment.”
Source: Let Me Tell You: New Stories, Essays, and Other Writings
“Mrs. Struthers liked me because I fucking loved school,” he says. “I mean, once I figured out how to actually read. Didn’t exactly make me a hit with other kids, though. In high school, things weren’t as bad, and then eventually . . .”
“You got hot,” I say somberly.
His laugh grates over my skin. “I was going to say ‘I moved to New York.’ ”
We’ve stopped moving. Heat corkscrews through my rib cage, coiling tighter with each spiral.
I clear my throat enough to joke, “And then you got hot.”
“Actually,” he says, “that only happened four or five weeks ago. There was this big meteor shower, and I made a wish and . . .” Charlie holds his arms out as he drifts closer.”
“Mrs. Sussex said Byron’s loss would grow more bearable. But here was the nub: he didn’t want to lose his loss. Loss was all he had left of his mother. If time healed the gap, it would be as if she’d never been there.”
Source: Perfect
“Mrs. Teague, I am sorry, but you have metastatic Ovarian Cancer."
After about a minute or two, I turned back to him and looked at him and said, "No, I have two small children!”
Source: Cancer Is for Older People: How Young Minds Beat an Old Disease
“Mrs Thatcher requires devotion as well as obedience.”
Source: Heseltine
“Mrs Thatcher tells us she has given the French President a piece of her mind... not a gift I would receive with alacrity.”
“Mrs Thatcher was not lightly bullied.”
“Mrs Thicknesse and I agreed that a business of his own was probably the only solution for him because he was obviously unemployable.”
Source: Comfort Me with Apples: A Novel
“Mrs. Threadgoode pulled something out of the Cracker Jack box and all of a sudden her eyes lit up. “Oh Evelyn, look! Here’s my prize. It’s a little miniature chicken… just what I like!” and she held it out for her friend to see.”
Source: Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
“Mrs. Todds my English teacher gives an automatic F if anyone ever writes "I woke up and it was all a dream" at the end of a story. She says it violates the deal between reader and writer, that it's a cop-out, it's the Boy Who Cried Wolf. But every single morning we really do wake up and it really was all a dream.”
Source: Slade House
“Mrs Touchet had a theory. England was not a real place at all. England was an elaborate alibi. Nothing real happened in England. Only dinner parties and boarding schools and bankruptcies. Everything else, everything the English really did and really wanted, everything they desired and took and used and discarded – all of that they did elsewhere.”
Source: The Fraud
“Mrs. Trotter made a sincere though wrong sound, while opening her handbag to look for help.”
Source: The Vivisector
“Mrs. Tulliver had lived thirteen years with her husband, yet she retained in all the freshness of her early married life a facility of saying things which drove him in the opposite direction to the one she desired. Some minds are wonderful for keeping their bloom in this way, as a patriarchal gold-fish apparently retains to the last its youthful illusion that it can swim in a straight line beyond the encircling glass.”
“Mrs. Turner gripped my baby finger.
It's amazing how a man can feel sex anywhere on his body.”
Source: A Little Yellow Dog