Prue Leith Quotes

Say Say Say What you want But don't play games With my affection Take take take What you need But don't leave me With no direction

With many women I doubt whether there be any more effectual wayof touching their hearts than ill-using them and then confessing it. If you wish to get the sweetest fragrance from the herb at your feet, tread on it and bruise it.

Those that want friends to open themselves unto are cannibals of their own hearts.

I come from a mother who can cry at a G.E. commercial.

My tolerance for tears is very little when you're beautiful and crying over nothing.

People resent movies that try to tell them exactly what to feel.

I'm a big crier in general. The right life insurance commercial will take me out for a couple of days.

I'm a sucker for emotionally exploitative cello.

But never again use another person's body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilling yearnings.

Most men cry better than they speak. You get more nurture out of them by pinching than addressing them.

"Sentimentalist" is the abuse with which people counter the accusation that they are cruel, thereby implying that to be sentimental is worse that to be cruel, which it isn't.

And I mean to hear ye groan like that again. And to moan and sob, even though you dinna wish to, for ye canna help it. I mean to make you sigh as though your heart would break, and scream with the wanting, and at last to cry out in my arms, and I shall know that I've served ye well.

Cruelty is fed, not weakened, by tears.

I don’t like being threatened, lied to, or manipulated. You’d do well to remember that. (Simone) Or what? You’re going to snivel at me? (Xypher)

You treat me like a dog and you expect me to smile? You remind me of a jackass.

It is easy to pity when once one's vanity has been tickled.

We manufacture anger to give ourselves the illusion of power when we feel weak and helpless.

and when he catches me off guard and says 'i love you' i catch him off guard and say 'i need your help.

Her violence frightened me. She always claimed that I was the jealous one, and I was often jealous, but when I saw things working against me I simply became disgusted and withdrew. Lydia was different. She reacted. She was the Head Cheerleader at the Game of Violence.

Alexia gave in to his demanding touch, but only, of course, because he sounded so pathetic. It had nothing, whatsoever to do with her own quickening heartbeat.

A woman who would steal your love when your love was really all you had to give was not much of a woman.

I'm a sap, I'll cry at anything. But I don't cry when I feel manipulated, or when there's a music cue telling me to.

They who cannot be induced to fear for love will never be enforced to love for fear. Love opens the heart, fear shuts it; that encourages, this compels; and victory meets encouragement, but flees compulsion.

Tragedy can break the heart but not the dam of the tearducts while schmaltz can dissolve the most hardened sophisticate.

I think the central metaphor of the movie is this notion of what the advertising industry does. In order to make someone want to buy something, they first have to make them feel bad about who they are in order to sell them that thing which will make them whole again, and happy again.