Charlotte Mary Yonge Quotes

Xander, don't speak Latin in front of the books.

Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.

I've done a bit of Latin in my time...but I can control it.

Satire or sense, alas! Can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

Dr Johnson said, the inscription should have been in Latin, as every thing intended to be universal and permanent, should be.

The Doctor: It's my nose; it has special powers. Nancy: Yeah? That why it's so...? The Doctor: What? Nancy: Nothing. The Doctor: What? Nancy: Nothing. Do your ears have special powers too?

You're nothing but an apple, a silly t-shirt, a catchphrase and a stupid haircut.

My English teacher, he's like, he's like Mr. Bu-fu.

I was just kidding, shuck-face," Minho said. "Let's all go over there. She could have an army of psycho girl ninjas hiding in that shack of hers." "Psycho girl ninjas?" Newt repeated, his voice showing he was surprised, if not annoyed, by Minho's additude.

I think the tone of mockery Heller finds is a part of Mann's irony, but only a part - a brilliant further touch consists in juxtaposing perspectives so that we're led to wonder whether the mockery itself is the last word.

Sarcasm is when you tell someone the truth by lying on purpose.

Satire, being levelled at all, is never resented for an offence by any.

Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?" "Dead pigs and cows," I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. "They're vegetarians," I said defensively.

If you have to explain satire to someone, you might as well give up.

You should make her call you ‘Miss Georgina,’” added Hugh with a mocking southern drawl. “Or at least ‘ma’am.’” Niphon’s presence and Jerome’s lecture had put me in a grouchy mood. “I’m not doing any mentoring. She’s so gungho to take on the world’s male population, she doesn’t even need me.” The three men exchanged more smirks. Cody made some hissing and meowing sounds, scratching at the air. "This isn’t funny,” I said. "Sure it is,” said Cody.

I am not in any way opposed to medieval studies (or for that matter Latin).

In essence, we’re their servants who help them and who guard them from the public. (Leo) Oh gee, golly, goodie, Mr. Leo! Can I have my eyes gouged out, too? (Susan)

Scurrility has no object in view but incivility; if it is uttered from feelings of petulance, it is mere abuse; if it is spoken in a joking manner, it may be considered raillery.

So, you figure they won't notice you're back?" sneered the marquis. "Just, 'oh look, there's another angel, here, grab a harp and on with the hosannas'?

If my tone is mocking, the tone of someone accustomed to helplessness, this is natural: the poet is a condemned man for whom the State will not even buy breakfast and as someone said, "If you're going to hang me, you mustn't expect to be able to intimidate me into sparing your feelings during the execution."

This is the woman's century, the first chance for the mother of the world to rise to her full place . . . and the world waits while she powders her nose.

You know... when one speaks your name very fast, it just sounds like just incredible

Irony - The modern mode: either the devil’s mark or the snorkel of sanity.

Yeah, I can dig that... SUCKAAAAAAAAAA!

It's Latin, which is an excellent language for mischief-making, which is why governments are so fond of it.