Leonora O'reilly Quotes & Sayings

Death stalked toward us on padded feet.
And it was not alone. — Melika Dannese Lux

Military people never seem to apologize for killing each other yet novelists feel ashamed for writing some nice inert paper book that is not certain to be read by anybody. — Leonora Carrington

I think she was mistaken when she said I was torturing myself. I think that she interpreted me fragmentarily, which is worse than not to interpret at all. — Leonora Carrington

I never eat meat as I think it is wrong to deprive animals of their life when they are so difficult to chew anyway — Leonora Carrington

The task of the right eye is to peer into the telescope, while the left eye peers into the microscope.
— Leonora Carrington

You've heard of people living in a fool's paradise? Well, Leonora has a duplex there. — George S. Kaufman

Christmas," said Robin, with a faint grin but without apology. "I was going to put it up yesterday, but after Leonora was charged I didn't feel very festive. Anyway, I've got you an appointment to see her at six. You'll need to take photo ID - " "Good work, thanks." " - and I got you sandwiches and I thought you might like to see this," she said. "Michael Fancourt's given an interview about Quine." She passed him a pack of cheese and pickle sandwiches and a copy of The Times, folded to the correct page. Strike lowered himself onto the farting leather sofa and ate while reading the article, which was adorned with a split photograph. On the left-hand side was a picture of Fancourt standing in front of an Elizabethan country house. Photographed from below, his head — Robert Galbraith

She rounded on me with such ferocity that for a moment I didn't recognize her. A flash of fangs, a dark gleam in her blacker-than-night eyes. It was the most vampiric I'd ever seen her. — Melika Dannese Lux

Nobody ain't going to lay a finger on you, missus," said Merrick. "Not while me and my lord are standing. You tell Mr. Day about it and don't worry no more"
"Since when did you talk to law?" demanded Leonora in Shanghainese.
"Since his nobility's fucking it. Youe want the shortarse on your side. — K.J. Charles

I didn't have time to be anyone's muse ... I was too busy rebelling against my family and learning to be an artist. — Leonora Carrington

You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name. — Leonora Carrington

I had a cup of tea, thought about my day and mostly about the horse whom, though I'd only known him a short time, I called my friend. I have few friends and am glad to have a horse for a friend. After the meal I smoked a cigarette and mused on the luxury it would be to go out, instead of talking to myself and boring myself to death with the same endless stories I'm forever telling myself. I am a very boring person, despite my enormous intelligence and distinguished appearance, and nobody knows this better than I. I've often told myself that if only I were given the opportunity, I'd perhaps become the centre of intellectual society. But by dint of talking to myself so much, I tend to repeat the same things all the time. But what can you expect? I'm a recluse. — Leonora Carrington

I unscrewed my own scrap of paper and read out: "Help! I am prisoner in the tower. — Leonora Carrington

People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats. — Leonora Carrington

Leonora is the grownups' version of Cinderella. She doesn't take crap from any ugly stepsisters. She doesn't sit indoors waiting to be rescued by prince charming. Oh, no, she rescues prince charming, Florestan, who's locked up in a dungeon by his archenemy, Pizarro. Cinderella was fun when we were little girls, played with dolls and believed in passive fairytales. Now that we're grown women who play with toys, it's only fit to believe in active fairytales. — Luella Christie

Oh dear, is that a skunk?" Leonora asked.
"No," Alessandro gasped in horror. "No the smelly cat!"
"I've told you, Alessandro darling, they aren't cats."
"They look like cats. Like the big fluffy cat she's been stepped on and flattened to a big fluffy pancake cat," Alessandro argued. — Lynsay Sands

One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever. — Leonora Carrington

His character is like an emerald - multifaceted and enhanced by inclusions. — Melika Dannese Lux

I warn you, I refuse to be an object. — Leonora Carrington

Thousands of people know my flannel knickers, and though I know this may seem flirtatious, it is not. I am a saint. — Leonora Carrington

Angela Carter, Leonora Carrington, even nonsurrealists like Kafka and Nabokov - writers like these, who create paths between the firmly grounded and flights of fantasy, are my personal North Star. — Jeff VanderMeer

Darling stop being philosophical it doesn't suit you, it makes your nose red. — Leonora Carrington

There is nobody that can make you happy, you must take care of this matter yourself. — Leonora Carrington

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as they never give such practical prizes. — Leonora Carrington

Good God, what did they all see in him? for I swear there was all there was of him, inside and out; though they said he was a good soldier. Yet, Leonora adored him with a passion that was like an agony, and hated him with an agony that was as bitter as the sea. How could he arouse anything like a sentiment, in anybody? — Ford Madox Ford

This is a love letter to a nightmare. — Leonora Carrington

Why am I impatient I am unsure for what is patience? And why should I ultimately feel that I am lacking in it.
Is it timing? Waiting?
Abstaining?
Obligation?
Longing?
Torture?
Perseverance?
Discipline?
Wanting?
Someone recently referred to it as a staring contest between yourself, fate, god and chance. He also referred to it as a tease, a flirt. It's staring at her image when you want to hear her voice, feel her breath, taste her skin. Patience is the recovery from a really hot dream interrupted by the damn alarm clock. Patience is a hard cock with bound hands. — LEONORA MORRISON

Love is not something you can impute to another." ~Leonora — Stephanie Laurens

Leonora Penderton feared neither man, beast, nor the devil; God she had never known. — Carson McCullers

... The Antichrists are antichristing each other with antichristly ferocity so I must go and make peace. — Leonora Carrington