Muffet Quotes & Sayings

Baby, your rhymes get me going. — Rick Remender

Luke: Boy, it's lucky you have these compartments.
Han: I use them for smuggling. I never thought I'd be smuggling myself in them. This is ridiculous. — George Lucas

Animals, whom we have made our slaves, we do not like to consider our equal. — Charles Darwin

Vampires don't sparkle and they certainly aren't nice. — Majanka Verstraete

Most kids don't believe in fairy tales very long. Once they hit six or seven they put away "Cinderella" and
her shoe fetish, "The Three Little Pigs" with their violation of building codes, "Miss Muffet" and her
well-shaped tuffet - all forgotten or discounted. And maybe that's the way it has to be. To survive in the
world, you have to give up the fantasies, the make-believe. The only trouble is that it's not all
make-believe. Some parts of the fairy tales are all too real, all too true. There might not be a Red Riding
Hood, but there is a Big Bad Wolf. No Snow White, but definitely an Evil Queen. No obnoxiously cute
blond tots, but a child-eating witch ... yeah. Oh yeah. — Rob Thurman

I am an apple, yet i taste like a grape... Im a grapple. — Kelly Young

Our enemies make us strong, Miss Muffet, not our friends. Our friends will lie to us, tell us what we need to hear. Forgive us. We must keep a few good enemies on hand, always, to keep us sharp and teach us never to do anything that needs forgiveness. — Ann Rinaldi

When he entered the drawing-room she was sitting alone, in a large, low chair, made without arms, so as to admit the full expansion of her dress, but hollowed and rounded at the back, so as to afford her the support that was necessary to her. She had barely spoke three words since she had left the dining-room, but the time had not passed heavily with her. — Anthony Trollope

He thinks with regret of the great days when he could at harvest time at least go down into Hungary and work on the big estates and bring back, as his wage, a side of bacon for the winter. That was wealth, to him. — Douglas Reed

The nursery rhyme ends when a spider comes along and frightens Miss Muffet straight off her tuffet. I have wondered about what kind of lesson this is for a young girl. If you're eating your curds and whey and a spider comes along, I don't think there's anything wrong with picking up a newspaper, smashing it, and going back to your breakfast. — Sloane Crosley

Before me floats an image, man or shade,
Shade more than man, more image than a shade;
For Hades' bobbin bound in mummy-cloth
May unwind the winding path;
A mouth that has no moisture and no breath
Breathless mouths may summon;
("Byzantium") — W.B.Yeats

Kaz, this whole 'shoot me' thing is starting to concern me. — Leigh Bardugo

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider[2]
Who sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet away. — Unknown