Elizabeth Taylor Quotes

I hate mules. I hate the noise when someone walks with mules. Clomp, clomp, clomp. I think it's very not chic. I don't even like a flip-flop. I don't like this noise.

My mom will sometimes call me Winnie. It's so annoying. I'm like, 'Who are you talking to?'

Quit calling me Grey. It makes me sound like I’m a boy. Like Dorian Gray.” “Dorian who?” I sighed. “Just think up something else. Plain old Nora works too, you know.” “Sure thing, Gumdrop.” I grimaced. “I take that back. Let’s stick with Grey.

Janie. Does not like. To be called. Buffy.

Most people call me Mercy. I like it.

Packing is my pet hate.

This person they make me out to be irritates the hell out of me as well.

People who know me well, call me Elizabeth. I dislike Liz.

When I was a kid, people called me Emily rather than Esperanza, even though my full name is Esperanza Emily Spalding.

I do wish everyone would call me Leo. It's not that I don't like Melissa. But the more I hear it called out, the worse it sounds.

My college friends call me Karu, which is the worst. Only in our country can we make a short form for a short name. But otherwise, I've never had a pet name all my life. But now, in official meetings, someone will call me KJo. And I'll judge that person in my head. Just call me Karan.

I hate chapped lips. I absolutely hate chapped lips.

Now if anyone calls me Anthony, I usually don't respond.

I don't like nicknames, to be honest.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.

Ack! Parables. I hate parables.

I've never liked the name Marilyn. I've often wished that I had held out that day for Jean Monroe. But I guess it's too late to do anything about it now.

My sister called me "Buzzard" when I was a baby - she couldn't say "Brother" so I've been Buzz my whole life.

I don’t like people who are late.

I wasn't sure I could make it through another hour of his company without throwing my stapler at his head.

O ay, letters - I had letters - I am persecuted with letters - I hate letters - nobody knows how to write letters; and yet one has 'em, one does not know why - they serve one to pin up one's hair.

I stop paying attention because as much as I love beauty, I hate stupidity, and seeing the two combined pisses me off.

Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?

I have a name,” I grumped, my stomach pinching me harder. “Yes, but it has no pizzazz. Ra-a-a-a-chel. Rach-e-e-e-eel,” he said, trying it out in different ways. “No one will tremble in terror at that. Oh my God!” he said in a high falsetto. “It’s Rachel! Run! Hide!

This whole huddle thing really pisses me off.