Edith Konecky Quotes
My mother insisted that I had to try things on to make sure they were becoming. Becoming what, I always asked.
Edith Konecky
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My mother says I'm like a disease that can walk into a room and get it infected. I can destroy things in seconds.
Georgina Chapman
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Trust. We stake our lives on it, but it's a subject that not even the Gallagher Academy can teach. When do you let your guard down? Who do you let in? And I knew at that moment, as I sat beside my mother, bathing in the warm spring light, that those were the questions a good spy never stops asking
Ally Carter
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You see, Greg, my mother is going through a feline phase. Blinky is a Persian,' Hale said simply, as if that should explain everything. 'Binky has a nasty habit of shedding all over the living room furniture, you see.' Gregory Wainwright nodded as if he understood perfectly. 'And so we had to get new living room furniture, which, unfortunately, does not go with the Monet.' Kat stood there for a moment, staring into that small window of the world where someone would tire of a Monet simply because it clashed with the couch.
Ally Carter
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I beg your lordship's patience till I can procure my papers. I cannot plead until I have those papers that I insisted upon.
William Kidd
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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
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I might have been told to put a comb through my hair once or twice - by my mother!
Keren Woodward
Bananarama
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My mother's a secretary; my father's an electrician in a mining company.
Eva Herzigova
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Our waterways are crucial to the economy in our region, so we need to take every step to keep them secure
Chris Shays
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Sub-Saharan Africa is also home to 400 million of the world's poorest people.
Bono
U2
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There's rosemary, that's for remembrance; pray you, love, remember: and there is pansies, that's for thoughts. There's fennel for you, and columbines: — there 's rue for you; and here's some for me: — we may call it, herb of grace o'Sundays: — you may wear your rue with a difference. — There's a daisy: — I would give you some violets; but they withered all, when my father died: — They say, he made a good end.
William Shakespeare
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My mother insisted that I had to try things on to make sure they were becoming. Becoming what, I always asked.
Edith Konecky