Quotes & Sayings About Beatrice

Work is the best of narcotics, providing the patient be strong enough to take it. I dread idleness as if it were Hell. — Beatrice Webb

Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all. — Barbara Park

A Platonic friendship is perhaps only possible when one or other of the Platonists is in love with a third person. — Evelyn Beatrice Hall

I know that in the United States we consume between 25 and 30 percent of the world's resources, whereas we comprise less than 5 percent of the world's population. That type of injustice has to be backed up by brute force. — Beatrice Ekwa Ekoko

Harris had the egotistical dogmatism of the self-made man who had painfully educated himself without contact with superior brains. — Beatrice Webb

Over and over I'm on the point of giving it up. — Beatrice Wood

Color intermingled with color. People intermingled with people. Color and people intercoursing together. — Beatrice Sparks

I knew her work very well and I knew that if she offered me a role in her movie, it wouldn't be something stupid. So I agreed to do the film before I read the script. — Beatrice Dalle

I look upon fine phrases as a lover. - John Keats — Beatrice K. Otto

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. — Veronica Roth

The only works of art America has given are her plumbing and her bridges. — Beatrice Wood

It's a terrible thing but it seems like tragedy brings people together, makes them more supportive, more dependent. — Beatrice Sparks

There's so much more to life than that, though I think that acting is fascinating because you can forget your own sorrow as you act and become somebody else. — Beatrice Wood

Gen. George S. Patton Jr. fears no one. But now he sleeps flat on his back in a hospital bed. His upper body is encased in plaster, the result of a car accident twelve days ago. Room 110 is a former utility closet, just fourteen feet by sixteen feet. There are no decorations, pictures on the walls, or elaborate furnishings - just the narrow bed, white walls, and a single high window. A chair has been brought in for Patton's wife, Beatrice, who endured a long, white-knuckle flight over the North Atlantic from the family home in Boston to be at his bedside. She sits there now, crochet hook moving silently back and forth, raising her eyes every few moments to see if her husband has awakened. — Bill O'Reilly

The bedlamite little hats in which American women have tried to out-lunatic each other for the past four years prove conclusively we don't dress to please anyone. We're just docile sheep who accept what's given us. — Beatrice Fairfax

If I ever felt inclined to be timid as I was going into a room hill of people, I would say to myself, You're the cleverest member of one of the cleverest families in the cleverest class of the cleverest nation in the world-why should you be frightened? — Beatrice Webb

You may light on a husband that hath no beard. BEATRICE What should I do with him? Dress him in my apparel and make him my waiting gentlewoman? He that hath a beard is more than a youth, and he that hath no beard is less than a man; and he that is more than a youth is not for me, and he that is less than a man, I am not for him. Therefore I will even take sixpence in earnest of the bearherd, and lead his apes into hell. — William Shakespeare

They were all wrong and the dreams and seeings were right. And there was nothing wrong with me. I felt my shoulders go back and my head come up, and I smiled at the doctor and promised to be prompt at his house in the morning; and as I smiled I sensed all the familiar strength - the strength which I named as the Lacey strength, Beatrice strength - come back to me, and I looked him in his pale blue eyes and thought to myself: you and I are enemies while you try to change me, for I will never change. — Philippa Gregory

I'm really cracking. No, I'm beyond cracking. I'm shattered. I'm lost. I'm fragmented. — Beatrice Sparks

LEONATO
Well, niece, I hope to see you one day fitted with a husband.
BEATRICE
Not till God make men of some other metal than earth. Would it not grieve a woman to be overmastered with a pierce of valiant dust? to make an account of her life to a clod of wayward marl? No, uncle, I'll none: Adam's sons are my brethren; and, truly, I hold it a sin to match in my kindred. — William Shakespeare

Did you just call me BEATRICE? — Veronica Roth

'Beatrice Cenci' was an amazing film. If it were released today it'd win Best Picture. It's so well done, it's so contemporary, and the filmmaking is so smart. — Eli Roth

I'm afraid to live and afraid to die. — Beatrice Sparks

With gray thread Beezus carefully outlined the steam coming from the teakettle's spout and thought about her pretty young aunt, who was always so gay and so understanding. No wonder she was Mother's favorite sister. Beezus hoped to be exactly like Aunt Beatrice when she grew up. She wanted to be a fourth-grade teacher and drive a yellow convertible and live in an apartment house with an elevator and a buzzer that opened the front door. Because she was named after Aunt Beatrice, Beezus felt she might be like her in other ways, too. — Beverly Cleary

There is an undeniable web connecting incidents such as the rise to power of dictators... poverty and the perception of human beings as disposable property. — Beatrice Rose Roberts

Are you asking me to undress, Tris?'
A nervous laugh gurgles from my throat. 'Only ... partially — Veronica Roth

I don't want to get old. I have this very silly fear, dear friend, that one day I'll be old, without ever having really been young. — Beatrice Sparks

Imagine that you wanted your children to learn the names of all their cousins, aunts and uncles. But you never actually let them meet or play with them. You just showed them pictures of them, and told them to memorize their names. Each day you'd have them recite the names, over and over again. You'd say, "OK, this is a picture of your great-aunt Beatrice. Her husband was your great-uncle Earnie. They had three children, your uncles Harpo, Zeppo, and Gummo. Harpo married your aunt Leonie ... yadda, yadda, yadda." — Brian X. Foley

In my experience, anyone can paint if he doesn't have to. — Beatrice Lillie

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth. — Beatrice Sparks

What the hell is going on?" I demand, craning my neck to look at Jeanine. "We agreed-cooperation in exchange for results! We agreed--"
"This is entirely separate from our agreement," says Jeanine, glancing at her watch. "This is not about you, Beatrice."
The door opens again.
Tobias walks in--limps in--flanked by Dauntless traitors. His face is bruised and there's a cut above his eyebrow. He does not move with his usual care; he's holding himself perfectly straight. He must be injured. I try not to think about how he got that way.
"What is this?" he says, his voice rough and creaky.
From screaming, probably.
My throat feels swollen.
"Tris," he says, and he lurches toward me, but the Dauntless traitors are too quick. They grab him before he can move more than a few steps. "Tris, are you okay?"
"Yeah," I say. "Are you?"
He nods. I don't believe him. — Veronica Roth

I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn't seem as though its been here at all. — Beatrice Sparks

In this part of Canada, it was assumed that the passengers would provide each other with entertainment. — Beatrice Rose Roberts

I know I was drugged but that is still no excuse. Why do they want to do things like that? — Beatrice Sparks

In Rome, people with fine sympathetic natures stand up and weep in front of the celebrated 'Beatrice Cenci the Day before her Execution.' It shows what a label can do. If they did not know the picture, they would inspect it unmoved, and say, 'Young girl with hay fever; young girl with her head in a bag. — Mark Twain

Tell me, Marcus," says Johanna. "Why have you come to visit?"
"I think Beatrice should handle that," he says. "I am merely the transportation."
She shifts her focus to me without question, but I can tell by the wary look in her eyes that she would rather talk to Marcus. She would deny it if I asked her, but I am almost certain Johanna Reyes hates me.
"Um ... " I say. Not my most brilliant opening. I wipe my palms on my skirt. "Things have gotten bad. — Veronica Roth

I wanted to write in you. — Beatrice Sparks

If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof, there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time, which is passing, with strength which is only too limited. — Beatrice Webb

Tris," Tobias says, crouching next to me. His face is pale, almost yellow.
There is too much I want to say. The first thing that comes out is, "Beatrice."
He laughs weakly.
"Beatrice," he amends, and touches his lips to mine. I curl my fingers into his shirt. — Veronica Roth

If to be great means to be good, then Denis Diderot was a little man. But if to be great means to do great things in the teeth of great obstacles, then none can refuse him a place in the temple of the Immortals. — Evelyn Beatrice Hall

Are all Cabinets congeries of little autocrats with a super-autocrat presiding over them? — Beatrice Webb

George put his hand on top of Beatrice's and felt the warmth of both the woman and her hound pulsing through his fingers. "Just because your father does not see your victory does not mean that it is none," he said softly. — Mette Ivie Harrison

There's a reason why she left them, Lauren," he says. His voice is deep, and it rumbles. "What's your name?"
"Um ... " I don't know why I hesitate. But "Beatrice" just doesn't sound right anymore.
"Think about it," he says, a faint smile curling his lips. " You don't get to pick again."
A new place, a new name. I can be remade here.
"Tris," I say firmly. — Veronica Roth

You can't do it, can you? Your skin remembers me, and so does your heart. You told them to forget, but they can't. Remember me, Beatrice. Remember your first. — Sylvain Reynard

Maybe time would not feel as heavy if I didn't have this guilt - the guilt of knowing the truth and stuffing it down where no one can see it. — Veronica Roth

You will be the first test subject, Tobias. Beatrice, however ... " She smiles. "You are too injured to be of much use to me, so your execution will occur at the conclusion of this meeting."
I try to hide the shudder that goes through me at the word "execution," my shoulder screaming with pain, and look up at Tobias. It's hard to blink tears back when I see the terror in Tobias's wide, dark eyes.
"No," says Tobias. His voice trembles, but his look stern as he shakes his head. "I would rather die."
"I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice in that matter," replies Jeanine lightly.
Tobias takes my face in this hands roughly and kisses me, the pressure of his lips pushing mine apart. I forget my pain and the terror of approaching death and for a moment, I am grateful that the memory of that kiss will be fresh in my mind as I meet my end. — Veronica Roth

...so Beatrice, who was tired of people feeling free to interrogate on her determination to live free of a husband, bit her lip and did not answer. — Helen Simonson

I guess this like everything else bad in life, will pass. — Beatrice Sparks

You can't change the world, you can only change yourself. — Beatrice Wood

I owe it all to art books, chocolate and young men. — Beatrice Wood

I was in a convent for a year. — Beatrice Wood

I really am only one infinitely small part of an aching humanity. — Beatrice Sparks

As at those words did I myself become;
And all my love was so absorbed in Him,
That in oblivion Beatrice was eclipsed. — Dante Alighieri

Here in America we're doing the most wonderful crafts. — Beatrice Wood

One thing I know: For helping me forget how awful the world is, I prefer her to alcohol. — Veronica Roth

Why so much hate in your mind when love is the only way to straighten things out? — Beatrice Sparks

I didn't so much choose the film as director Claire Denis chose me. — Beatrice Dalle

But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating. — Beatrice Wood

And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color. — Beatrice Wood

Tell the truth, Giovanni Vecchio." A mischievous look came to her eye. "You have a butler, a cool car, and I've only ever seen you at night ... "
He froze, tension suddenly evident in the set of his shoulders. Beatrice leaned closer and whispered, "You're Batman, aren't you? — Elizabeth Hunter

She wanted to be someone's muse - to be worshipped and adored, body and soul. She wanted to play Beatrice to a dashing and noble Dante and to inhabit Paradise with him forever. And to live a life that would rival the beauty of Botticelli's illustrations. — Sylvain Reynard

Her face ... was a one-of-a-kind, a surprising variation on a familiar theme - a variation that made observers think, Yes - that would be another very nice way for people to look. What Beatrice had done with her face, actually, was what any plain girl could do. She overlaid it with dignity, suffering, intelligence, and a piquant dash of bitchiness. — Kurt Vonnegut

Well, I don't go out much socially. I don't enjoy going out. — Beatrice Wood

The writer, having lost his way in a gloomy forest, and being hindered by certain wild beasts from ascending a mountain, is met by Virgil, who promises to show him the punishments of Hell, and afterwards of Purgatory; and that he shall then be conducted by Beatrice into Paradise. He follows the Roman Poet. — Dante Alighieri

The voice of every kid hooked on drugs, alcohol or the occult joins the sad chorus Not me! I didn't think it could ever happen to me. I was sure I could handle it. — Beatrice Sparks

You know, acting is very fascinating. But being an actress is not, because you become so concentrated on yourself. — Beatrice Wood

I'll simply say here that I was born Beatrice Gladys Lillie at an extremely tender age because my mother needed a fourth at meals. — Beatrice Lillie

Elvira, as befitting one who represented a magazine, registered first and demanded a room and bath. She pronounced it "bawth." The clerk seemed aghast at the request. However, in that hotel, any lady got whatever she asked for. It was her unquestioned right, as a lady. But there was no bath in the hotel, nor running water for that matter. The clerk faltered out something about a nice bowl and pitcher in every room, and said he thought they could provide a foot tub. He was sorry; there was no bath. Elvira couldn't grasp the situation. She thought the clerk was stupid--a hotel without a bath was a contradiction in terms. When she explained that she wanted something for complete immersion, the clerk seemed embarrassed. At his wits' end, he suggested (blushing like fire) that the colored boy could bring up the hog scalder. — Beatrice Fairfax

She [Beatrice] alone was still real for him, still implied meaning in the world, and beauty. Her nature became his landmark - what Melville would call, with more sobriety than we can now muster, his Greenwich Standard ... — Dan Simmons

Okay. Then ... I can talk. Ask me something."
"Okay." He laughs shakily in my ear. "Why is your heart racing Tris?"
I cringe and say, "Well, I ... I barely know you. I barely know you and I'm crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?" ...
"Maybe you were cut out for Candor," he says, "because you're a terrible liar. — Veronica Roth

To my mother, who gave me the moment when Beatrice realizes how strong her mother is and wonders how she missed it for so long. — Veronica Roth

I had no respect whatsoever for the creative works of either the painter or the novelist. I thought Karabekian with his meaningless pictures had entered into a conspiracy with millionaires to make poor people feel stupid. I thought Beatrice Keedsler had joined hands with other old-fashioned storytellers to make people believe that life had leading characters, minor characters, significant details, insignificant details, that it had lessons to be learned, tests to be passed, and a beginning, a middle, and an end. — Kurt Vonnegut

If the women's movement can be summed up in a single phrase, it is 'the right to choose'. — Beatrice Faust

Everyone is busy in just trying to get through each day and make a brighter future. — Beatrice Crassus

It would be the saddest thing to me, princess. To walk separately from you, when the ground will let us go as we always did. Beatrice — Kazuo Ishiguro

The mystics are the only ones who have gained a glimpse into what is possible when this same capacity [for creation] is used primarily in the service of the individual himself instead of for the creation of art. — Beatrice M. Hinkle

Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none.
Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing — William Shakespeare

A rich poet from Harvard has no sense in his mind, except the aesthetic. — Beatrice Wood

It's like I'm dreaming of the imaginary friend Katie and I had when we were little. She'd been so real to us as kids. We each remembered Anna, that's what we'd called her, just like we remembered bits of our parents. But now, in this dreamscape of Paradise Lost, our imaginary third twin has all grown up. — Beatrice Rose Roberts

I am certain that over the course of your own life, you have noticed that people's rooms reflect their personalities. In my room, for instance, I have gathered a collection of objects that are important to me, including a dusty accordion on which I can play a few sad songs, a large bundle of notes on the activities of the Baudelaire orphans, and a blurry photograph, taken a very long time ago, of a woman whose name is Beatrice. These are items that are very precious and dear to me. — Lemony Snicket

am inconsolable, wretched, heartbroken that my very dear friend Beatrice is dead. Which is kind of odd considering I'm the one who killed her. — Natalie Barelli

It's been a while since I've had sex. I figured it was just like riding a bike, the only difference is that after a while, the bike doesn't turn you over and ride you. — Beatrice Stark Girl Detective

Why should I want what's good for me?' Beatrice asked him, smiling. 'Is that what you want for yourself - only what's good for you? — Joyce Carol Oates

Woman is a being dominated by the creative urge and ... no understanding of her as an individual can be gained unless the significance and effects of that great fact can be grasped. — Beatrice M. Hinkle

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books. — Beatrice Sparks

And I think maybe all women, if they just had a chance, would be romantic and believe in love and not sex. And men believe in sex and not love. — Beatrice Wood

I owe it all to chocolate and young men. — Beatrice Wood

What do you know about love? Are your feelings more holy than mine? Am I exempt from the knowledge of love until I become "of age?" Do I automatically become human enough when I start loving you and seeing things your way? — Beatrice Sparks

There is one great and universal wish of mankind expressed in all religions, in all art and philosophy, and in all human life: the wish to pass beyond himself as he now is. — Beatrice M. Hinkle

Durand smiles. There is nothing behind the smile except perhaps another smile, repeating ad infinitum into the distance.
'Of course,' he says. — Beatrice Hitchman

You think of me like a book?'
'Of course,' she said. 'To open your pages is to be taken into another world. — Beatrice Colin

Of all the queer sources of romance, ours lay in the discovery that each was an addict of Boswell's Life of Johnson. H.E.G. had a first edition of the Journey to the Hebrides, which I coveted mightily. Why not acquire the book honorably, marry the man, and have it around the house? — Beatrice Fairfax

I open my eyes and for the first time stare openly at my own reflection. My heart rate picks up as I do, like I am breaking the rules and will be scolded for it. It will be difficult to break the habits of thinking Abnegation instilled in me, like tugging a single thread from a complex work of embroidery. But I will find new habits, new thoughts, new rules. I will become something else.
... Looking at myself now isn't like seeing myself for the first time; it's like seeing someone else for the first time. Beatrice was a girl I saw in stolen moments at the mirror, who kept quiet at the dinner table. This is someone whose eyes claim mine and don't release me; this is Tris. — Veronica Roth

There is a Beatrice who exists beyond the obligations of a daughter, outside the object of man's affections. — Lisa Mantchev

There is nothing simple or dull in achieving the transparent page. Vulgar ostentation is twice as easy as discipline. When you realise that ugly typography never effaces itself, you will be able to capture beauty as the wise men capture happiness by aiming at something else. — Beatrice Warde

There used to be a canny politician in the Hyde Park area in Chicago in which I at one time lived for several years. His slogan was "I am for harmony if I have to use an axe." As "Secretary of Charm," if and when my merits and ambitions are recognized by my appointment to that office, I will take a page out of old "Doc" Jamieson's book. My motto will be "I will have charm, even if I have to use a club. — Beatrice Fairfax

Do be true to yourself, whether it's bad doesn't matter. The important thing - you have to copy while you're studying. And culture is - each of us - is like one pearl added to another to make a chain. We each contribute to the other. And that's all right. But once you're on your own, do that which comes from within. And I feel this very strongly. — Beatrice Wood

For Beatrice, when we first met,
I was lonely, and you were pretty.
Now I am pretty lonely. — Lemony Snicket

The Beatrice that obsessed Dante was a Florentine named Bice di Folco Portinari. Envision this moment (and, in all fairness, I am envisioning it the way Henry Holiday did in his exquisite nineteenth-century painting): Bice is walking beside the Arno River, dressed in white, the fabric clinging to her legs and outlining her slender thighs, and there is Dante. He meets her at the corner of one of the bridges that span
the river. His left hand, at first glimpse, is moving casually toward his hip; it is only on a more careful study that one realizes his hand is actually going up to his heart. Meanwhile, his right hand is resting on the bridge's waist-high stone balustrade, as if Bico's beauty is such that he needs to steady himself when he beholds her. — Chris Bohjalian

I'm confused, Beatrice," she says. "What exactly do you want us to do?"
"I didn't come here to ask you for help," I say. "I thought you should know that a lot of people are going to die, very soon. And I know you don't want to stay here doing nothing while that happens, even if some of your faction does."
She looks down, her crooked mouth betraying just how right I am.
"I also wanted to ask you if we can talk to the Erudite you're keeping safe here," I say. "I know they're hidden, but I need access to them."
"And what do you intend to do?" she says.
"Shoot them," I say, rolling my eyes.
"That isn't funny."
I sigh. "Sorry. I need information. That's all. — Veronica Roth