Ah! I am a bad man, Lady Glyde, am I not? I say what other people only think, and when all the rest of the world is in a conspiracy to accept the mask for the true face, mine is the rash hand that tears off the plump pasteboard and shows the bare bones beneath.
Quotes about plump (12 Quotes)
The way his plump hand clutched at her hip seemed somehow improper; not morally, aesthetically.
Elaine had done the ungraceful thing as usual. Guenever, in similar circumstances, would have been sure to grow pale and interesting-but Elaine had only grown plump.
The cook cares not a bit for toil, toil, if the fowl be plump and fat
Since time is the one immaterial object which we cannot influence -- neither speed up nor slow down, add to nor diminish -- it is an imponderably valuable gift. Each of us has a few minutes a day or a few hours a week which we could donate to an old folks home or a children's hospital ward. The elderly whose pillows we plump or whose water pitchers we refill may or may not thank us for our gift, but the gift is upholding the foundation of the universe.
The best way to avoid danger is to meet it plump.
When my opera Plump Jack was performed in 1989, my first piano teacher sent me something that I'd composed when I was four. I remember I played it, and it still sounded like me. I'm the same composer I was then.
Originally my father was a medical student. He suddenly gave up his studies and walked out to become an actor. I thought perhaps I ought to make a decision like that, too, and so I decided to plump for being a film actress. I have not given up the stage, but I am concentrating on the screen until I reach the top.
A down comforter is one of the most inviting things you can add to a bedroom. I like to fold a down comforter at the end of the bed so it is plump in the middle. It adds a warm and cozy look.
Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a nice plump missionary
Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run To bend with apples the mossd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has oer-brimmd their clammy cells.
O plump head-waiter at The Cock, To which I most resort; How goes the time 'Tis five o'clock. Go fetch a pint of port.