A man asking for help ought to at least give directions.
BARBARA MERTZYou are softening toward the young rascal because he is ill, and because he says he likes cats.” “It is an engaging quality, Emerson.” “That depends,” said Emerson darkly, “on how he likes them.
More Barbara Mertz Quotes
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I don’t think she realized how much she cared for him, or he for her, until the end. Hasn’t someone said a woman may be known by the men who love her enough to die for her? (If they haven’t, I claim the credit myself.)
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I have learned that particularly clever ideas do not always stand up under close scrutiny.
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Cats always made up to the people who hated them the most. Depending on how you chose to look at it, it was a touching manifestation of trust, or a malicious pleasure in human discomfort.
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Money was the manure of politics.
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I sometimes wonder what it would be like to be the respected patriarch of an ordinary English family.” “Very boring, Emerson.
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The trouble with unknown enemies is that they are so difficult to identify.
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Nothing looks as self-satisfied as a contented cat.
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Marriage, in my view, should be a balanced stalemate between equal adversaries.
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there is nothing like a garden to rest the soul.
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I had refused Emerson’s well-meant offers of assistance, knowing his efforts would be confined to moving the furniture to the wrong places and demanding how much longer the process would take.
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I knew the answer, and–of course–so did Ramses. He has superb breath control and always gets in ahead of me.
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People who relate what they believe to be new and startling information like to have such information received with exclamations of astonishment and admiration.
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His masculinity was only too apparent
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Nefret had always had an uncanny ability to read his thoughts. ‘Did she cry?’ she asked sweetly. ‘And then you kissed her? You shouldn’t have done that. I’m sure you meant well, but kissing someone out of pity is always a mistake.
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In the silence I heard Bastet, who had retreated under the bed, carrying on a mumbling, profane monologue. (If you ask how I knew it was profane, I presume you have never owned a cat.)
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