Quotes about herring
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“Ummm…” She licked her lips. “Define fun.”
“Quit doing that, jailbait. It’s distracting.”
Source: The Dead Girls' Dance

Source: A Joseph Campbell Companion: Reflections on the Art of Living
Source: Only the Good Spy Young
“It was her religion to make the best of everything.”
Source: Vindication: A Life of Mary Wollstonecraft

“You don't like the girl. You don't know what color eyes she has, you don't like her.”
Source: City of Thieves
Source: Night World, No. 3
“The person who wants out of the relationship always gets her way.”
Source: Something Blue

Matrim Cauthon
(15 October 1994)
Source: The Wheel of time series by Robert Jordan

“"You're pining."
"Look who's talking. 'Oh, I love her. Oh, she's my sister. Oh why, why, why--'"”
Jace Herondale and Alec Lightwood, pg. 33
Source: The Mortal Instruments, City of Heavenly Fire (2014)
Source: Lothaire

“I had hurt her feelings, I found out later; I didn’t know I had that power.”
Source: It's Kind of a Funny Story
Source: The Bronze Horseman
Source: Double Crossed: A Spies and Thieves Story

“Percy muttered. ‘I want to drown her.’
‘Be patient, water boy.’
‘Don’t call me water boy.”
Source: The Blood of Olympus
Source: Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith
“Nïx : Poach her portal. So going on a T-shirt.”
Source: Kiss of a Demon King

Source: Everything That Rises Must Converge: Stories
Source: Help Thanks Wow: The Three Essential Prayers

“Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
he liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
he thought she was hot.”

“and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.”
Source: Dubliners
Source: Girl, Interrupted (1994)
Context: I've gone back to the Frick since then to look at her and at the two other Vermeers. Vermeers, after all, are hard to come by, and the one in Boston has been stolen. The other two are self-contained paintings. The people in them are looking at each other -- the lady and her maid, the soldier and his sweetheart. Seeing them is peeking at them through a hole in a wall. And the wall is made of light -- that entirely credible yet unreal Vermeer light. Light like this does not exist, but we wish it did. We wish the sun could make us young and beauitful, we wish our clothes could glisten and ripple against our skins, most of all, we wish that everyone we knew could be brightened simply by our looking at them, as are the maid with the letter and the soldier with the hat. The girl at her music sits in another sort of light, the fitful, overcast light of life, by which we see ourselves and others only imperfectly, and seldom.
Source: Crossing to Safety

“Mama used to say, you have to know someone a thousand days before you can glimpse her soul.”
Source: Book of a Thousand Days
Source: Froi of the Exiles
Source: Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West

“She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes… narrowed them horizontally, not vertically.”

“Mr. Lightwood," she said, raising herself up on her elbows. "Are thoseunder your bed?”
Source: Clockwork Princess
Source: The Prize