Browsing Topic Best Sophie Quotes

It’s very flattering to be remembered as a Bond girl with brains and not just for looking good in a bikini. I was a fan of Sophie Marceau in ‘The World Is Not Enough.’ I think her performance was very underrated.

You have to be alert. When my daughter, Sophie, came out of the womb, she was instantly alert, as if she had been here before. And she was a little disappointed that she was here again.

In all Gabriel’s life he could not remember his brother giving even the prettiest of Shadowhunter girls a second glance. Yet he looked at this scarred mundane servant as if she were the sun rising. It was inexplicable, but it was also undeniable. He could see the horror on his brother’s face as Sophie’s good opinion of him shattered before his eyes.

I suspect he’s sweet on Sophie and doesn’t like to see her work too hard.’ Tessa was glad to hear it. She’d felt awful about her reaction to Sophie’s scar, and the thought that Sophie had a male admirer – and a handsome one like that- eased her conscience slightly. ‘Perhaps he’s in love with Agatha’, she said. ‘I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

I get no sense from his note at all, said Will, bounding to his feet, except that he can quote Tennyson’s lesser poetry. Sophie, how quickly can you have Tessa ready? Half an hour, said Sophie, not looking up from the dress. Meet me in the courtyard in half an hour, then, said Will. I’ll wake Cyril. And be prepared to swoon at my finery.

Mr. Branwell and Mr. Carstairs seem to have no problem cleaning their boots, Sophie said, looking darkly from Will to Tessa. Perhaps you could learn from their example. Perhaps, said Will. But I doubt it. Sophie scowled, and started off along the corridor again, her shoulders tightly set with indignation. Tessa looked at Will in amazement. What was that? Will shrugged lazily. Sophie enjoys pretending she doesn’t like me. Doesn’t like you? She hates you!

Sophie Germain proved to the world that even a woman can accomplish something in the most rigorous and abstract of sciences and for that reason would well have deserved an honorary degree.

I used to think if I married Master Jem— Sophie picked at the blanket, then looked up and smiled bleakly. You haven’t broken his heart yet, have you? No, Tessa said. Just torn my own in two. I haven’t broken his heart at all.

Life was an uncertain thing, and there were some moments one wished to remember, to imprint upon one’s mind that the memory might be taken out later, like a flower pressed between the pages of a book, and admired and recollected anew. – Sophie and Gideon Lightwood

Annoyed? said Sophie. Why should I be annoyed? Someone only filled the castle with rotten aspic, and deafened everyone in Porthaven, and scared Calcifer to a cinder, and broke a few hundred hearts. Why should that annoy me?

I’ve got a hangover.No, you hit your head on the floor.I can’t stay. I’ve got to rescue that fool Sophie.

Busy old fool, unruly Sophie

She pulled down the blanket and aimed baby Sophie’s bottom at him like she might unleash a fusillade of weapons-grade poopage such as the guileless Beta Male had never seen.

Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away, Sophie. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.

Sometimes, when Bridget was in a particularly melodious mood, Sophie thought about stalking downstairs and pushing her into the oven like the with in ‘Hansel and Gretel.

Their grandchildren had reminded Will of the song about demon pox he had taught them- when they were much too young, Tessa had always thought- and that they had all memorized. They sang it all together and out of tune, scandalizing Sophie.

Every man in Ingary is scared stiff of her. You ought to know how that feels, Sophie dear.

…if the spell was off, I’d have my heart eaten before I could turn around. Don’t you want your heart eaten? asked the fire. […] Naturally I don’t, Sophie answered.

On their own, each [character] is a victim of no importance. But when you bring them together, they become a dangerous weapon. Jeanne is the vowel and Sophie the consonant. Psychologists know this phenomenon well. Each individual is harmless, but together they create an explosive chemical reaction. It’s like Bonnie and Clyde, like Thelma and Louise.

It was watching Madeline Alby eat cheese with every ounce of her being, like it was the first and best time, that made him realize that he had never really tasted cheese, or crackers, or life. And he didn’t want his daughter to live that way. He’d moved her into her own room the night before…He hadn’t slept well, and had gotten up five times during the night to check on her, only to find her sleeping peacefully, but he could lose a little sleep if Sophie could go through life without his fears and limitations. He wanted her to experience all the glorious cheese of life.

Sophie is asking mum ‘Why am I NOT a doll NOT an adult NOT a boy NOT a giraffe?’ It’s so easy to miss all we are when we focus on what we are not!

You are a terror, aren’t you? Leave this yard alone. I know just where everything is in it, and I won’t be able to find the things I need for my transport spells if you tidy them up.’So there was probably a bundle of souls or a box of chewed hearts somewhere out here, Sophie thought. She felt really thwarted. ‘Tidying up is what I’m here for!’ she shouted at Howl. ‘Then you must think of a new meaning for your life,’ Howl said.

Yes. I was looking for Lettie. They were both very kind to me, Percival said, Even though they’d never seen me before. And Wizard Howl kept visiting to court Lettie. Lettie didn’t want him, and she asked me to bite him to get rid of him, until Howl suddenly began asking her about you and— what? he said, I know someone called sophie who looks a little like you.. And Lettie said, that’s my sister,’ without thinking, Percival said. And she got terribly worried then, particularly as Howl went on asking about her sister.

Sophie did not care to think how Howl might react if Fanny woke him by stabbing him with her parasol.

Don’t interrupt,’ one of the boys said. ‘He’ll lose his life.’ Seeing it was a matter of life and death, Sophie and Michael backed toward the door. But Howl, quite unperturbed at killing his nephew, strode over to the wall and pulled the boxes up by the roots.

Charlie had Sophie strapped to his chest like a terrorist baby bomb when he came down the back steps. She had just gotten to the point where she could hold up her head, so he had strapped her in face-out so she could look around. The way her arms and legs waved around as Charlie walked, she looked as if she was skydiving and using a skinny nerd as a parachute.

[On Sophie Germain] When a person of the sex which, according to our customs and prejudices, must encounter infinitely more difficulties than men… succeeds nevertheless in surmounting these obstacles and penetrating the most obscure parts of [number theory], then without doubt she must have the noblest courage, quite extraordinary talents and superior genius.

Sophie said to me once that she was glad she had been scarred. She said that whoever loved her now would love her true self, and not her pretty face. This is your true self, Tessa. This power is who you are. Whoever loves you now–and you must also love yourself–will love the truth of you.

Nothing is safe from you. If I were to court a girl who lived on an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, sooner or later— probably sooner— I’d look up to see you swooping overhead on a broomstick. In fact, by now I’d be disappointed in you if I didn’t see you. Are you off to the iceberg today? Sophie retorted.

Sophie Chattel-Monkheim was a Socialist by conviction and a Chattel-Monkheim by marriage.

In 1915 Sophie Tauber and I carried out our first works in the simplest forms, using painting, embroidery and pasted paper (without using oil colors to avoid any reference with usual painting). These were probably the first manifestations of their kind, pictures that were their own reality, without meaning or cerebral intention. We rejected everything in the nature of a copy or a description, in order to give free flow to what was elemental and spontaneous.

Already in 1915, Sophie Tauber divides the surface of her aquarelle into squares and rectangles which she then juxtaposes horizontally and perpendicularly as Mondrian, Itten and Paul Klee did in the same period, fh). She constructs them as if they were masonry work. The colors are luminous, ranging from the raw yellow to deep red or blue.

I guess if they ever do a remake of ‘Sophie’s Choice,’ I could play the Meryl Streep part. I’ve got to work on my Polish accent. Maybe I’ll be the definitive King Lear one day. You know, if they ever feel that King Lear should be more Jewy.

I wrote Sophies World in three months, but I was only writing and sleeping. I work for 14 hours a day when Im working on a book.

I watch her do the simplest things: brushing her hair into a ponytail, feeding the dog, tying Sophie’s shoelaces, and I want to tell her what she means to me, but I never actually say the words. After all, to acknowledge Delia as a drug, I’d have to face the fact that one day I might have to go without her and this I can’t do.