Harridan Quotes & Sayings

Waaant equity," hisses the alien intruder.
"You can't be Pamela Macx," says Pierre, his back to the wall, keeping the sword point before the lobster-woman-thing. "She's in a nunnery in Armenia or something. You pulled that out of Glashwiecz's memories - he worked for her, didn't he?"
Claws go snicker-snack before his face. "Investment partnership!" screeches the harridan. "Seat on the board! Eat brains for breakfast!" It lurches sideways, trying to get past his guard. — Charles Stross

Now, there is a tendency at a point like this to look over one's shoulder at the cover artist and start going on at length about leather, tightboots and naked blades.
Words like 'full', 'round' and even 'pert' creep into the narrative, until the writer has to go and have a cold shower and a lie down.
Which is all rather silly, because any woman setting out to make a living by the sword isn't about to go around looking like something off the cover of the more advanced kind of lingerie catalogue for the specialized buyer.
Oh well, all right. The point that must be made is that although Herrena the Henna-Haired Harridan would look quite stunning after a good bath, a heavy-duty manicure, and the pick of the leather racks in Woo Hun Ling's Oriental Exotica and Martial Aids on Heroes Street, she was currently quite sensibly dressed in light chain mail, soft boots, and a short sword.
All right, maybe the boots were leather. But not black. — Terry Pratchett

And take that stupid hat off! It's cutting into my neck."
He began to laugh weakly. "What a harridan you are. How could I let you be devoured when there's still so much scolding left in you?"
"How dare you say that!" But I was secretly relieved that he could speak again. "Now take that hat off."
"If I remove it, you will never treat me the same way again. — Yangsze Choo

Britt Said "I'm glad."
Merlin nodded "If you're so glad then you should work to win over more of your men."
"Yes, Merlin."
"Don't you 'yes, Merlin' me!"
"Of course, Merlin."
"That's hardly any better."
"You don't think I know that?" "Harridan."
"I find it amusing that you resort to name calling when you can't think of anything better to say."
"Only to those who deserve it."
"Yes, Merlin. — K.M. Shea

Death to the pale-penised man-monster! Death to the pendulous-breasted harridan! — Matt Fraction

A beautiful woman peers out her window, as full of envy as the harridan who peers up at her from the street. — Mason Cooley

He'd heard of this woman. The Dame de Doubtance, they called her: a madwoman and a caster of horoscopes. Gaultier gave her house-room and men and women came to her from all the known world and had their futures foretold - if she felt like it. She had given some help once to Lymond, on her own severe terms, because of a distant link, it was said, with his family. Plainly, a crazy old harridan. But if she was going to tell Lymond he ought to find a nice girl and marry her, Jerott wanted very much to be there. — Dorothy Dunnett

Now, again, he paused, and into the breach thus made, leapt Ambition, the harridan, and Poetry, the witch, and Desire of Fame, the strumpet; all joined hands and made of his heart their dancing ground. — Virginia Woolf

Poetry was the maiden I loved, but politics was the harridan I married. — Joseph Howe

Termagant!" he moaned after her. "Shrew! Harridan! All right, all right, you win, you, you ... uh ... virago, you spitfire ... " He rubbed his head and sat up, grinned sheepishly. Lin made an obscene gesture at him without turning around. — China Mieville

Oh well, all right. The point that must be made is that although Herrena the Henna-Haired Harridan would look quite stunning after a good bath, a heavy-duty manicure, and the pick of the leather racks in Woo Hun Ling's Oriental Exotica and Martial Aids on Heroes Street, she was currently quite sensibly dressed in light chain mail, soft boots and a short sword. — Terry Pratchett

(About a woman's funeral) Do you remember the part in The Wizard of Oz when the witch is dead and the Munchkins start singing? Think that kind of happiness. I swear every woman there was ready to break into song. Maybe a few of the men, too. (p. 80) — Julie Mulhern

I need you, Viola. I need you.'
'You are repeating. You are trying to convince yourself, aren't you?'
'You are an impossible woman. I am declaring my love to you and still you quarrel with me ... Viola, I am perishing before you. *Perishing.*' His tone was strained. 'Say something.'
She nodded.
'What does that mean?'
She nodded again, faster, her throat a clogged mess of joy.
His eyes seemed to sparkle. 'You do love me.'
She got dizzy nodding.
'Why aren't you speaking? What is -'
She clutched her neck ... He looked astounded. Then he pulled her hand away and bent to set his mouth atop her windpipe.
'Function, beautiful harridan's voice,' he murmured, trailing soft, sweet kisses along her throat. — Katharine Ashe