Top 47 Buttercup Quotes
#1. Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup." She looked at Humperdinck. "Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?"
"It does seem a bit forward," the Prince admitted.
William Goldman
#2. Do you think it's going to rain, Buttercup?" "I don't think so; the sky is blue." "Well, it might rain." "Yes, I suppose it might." "You think you're too good for anybody, don't you, Buttercup?" "No, I just don't think it's going to rain, that's all.
Anonymous
#3. Buttercup gives a flick of his tail that I take as agreement.
Suzanne Collins
#4. One morning, very early, when the sun was up,I rose and found the shiny dew on every buttercup
Robert Louis Stevenson
#5. Why couldn't I be more like other girls my age? Take Mrs. Brown's niece. She spent every waking hour sizing up this beau or that, stitching tea towels and petticoats and putting aside a little each month for a set of Spode Buttercup dishes.
Kirby Larson
#6. She'd long since tried to teach me that we should embrace who we were, even, or maybe especially, what she called the special things, buttercup, the things no one else has, but you.
Kristen Ashley
#7. I am Buttercup. Peeta, the thing I want so badly to secure, is the light. As long as Buttercup feels he has the chance of catching the elusive light under his paws, he's bristling with aggression.
Suzanne Collins
#8. You're going to listen to me; and if you get ugly like you said, I'll become your worst nightmare.'
'Too late, buttercup. You became my worst nightmare years ago
Rachel Gibson
#9. Buttercup sat up in bed. It must be his teeth. The farm boy did have good teeth, give credit where credit was due.
William Goldman
#10. And what have I done?"
What? WHAT? ... You've stolen them."
With that, Cornelia fled, but Buttercup understood; she knew who "them" was.
The boys.
The beef-witted featherbrained rattledskulled clodpated dim-domed noodle-noggined sapheaded lunk-knobbed BOYS.
William Goldman
#11. Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
J.R. Ward
#12. Allegedly, allegedly I say, the R.G.A. were extremely miffed of portrait painted of their monarch, King Tingaling XX, by Master. Portrait apparently, as it's yet t'be unveiled, depicts King Tingaling XX in rather compromisin' position with a pineapple, a wad of cash and his favourite pig, Buttercup.
Elias Zapple
#13. So you can't marry Harry, Mom! Not if you still love Daddy!" I sound like a ten-year-old, but I can't help it. Buttercup comes over to me and puts her head on my lap.
"Love gets used up, Chastity," Mom says gently, reaching up to smooth my hair. "If it's not returned, it gets used up.
Kristan Higgins
#14. He captured my chin, holding me firm. You are me. And I am you. We might have separate thoughts and minds, Buttercup, but we have the same heart and soul.
Pepper Winters
#15. Buttercup's mother whirled on him. 'Did you forget to pay your taxes?' (This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes were here even before stew.)
William Goldman
#16. Wildflower: Don't let people walk all over you, Buttercup. It's your life. If you want something, you need to get out there and grab it by the horns because no one is going to give you what you want on a plate. Good girls always come second.
Cecelia Ahern
#17. Are you sure we shouldn't have the cops or more guys or something?"
"Don't you worry, buttercup," Francis says. "Anything more is extra time and a herd of elephants.
Carolyn Crane
#18. I must be overtired', Buttercup managed. 'The excitement and all.'
'Rest then', her mother cautioned. 'Terrible things can happen when you're overtired. I was overtired the night your father proposed.
William Goldman
#19. The idea that I've wounded the brute's tiny cat feelings just invites further taunting. But Prim's genuinely distressed for him. So instead, I visualize Buttercup's fur lining a pair of gloves, an image that has helped me deal with him over the years.
Suzanne Collins
#20. That suit has gone to your head."
"It's not the suit, buttercup."
"I don't do pet names."
"Do you do werewolves?"
"Okay, I'm not talking to you anymore.
Ilona Andrews
#22. I suppose I was dying again, so I asked the Lord of Permanent Affection for the strength to live the day. Clearly, the answer came in the affirmative."
"I didn't know there was such a Fellow," Buttercup said.
"Neither did I, in truth, but if He didn't exist, I didn't much want to either.
William Goldman
#23. The first morning after Westley's departure, Buttercup thought she was entitled to do nothing more than sit around moping and feeling sorry for herself. After all, the love of her life had fled, life had no meaning, how could you face the future, et cetera, et cetera.
William Goldman
#25. Sometimes, when I clean a kill, I feed Buttercup the entrails. He has stopped hissing at me.
Entrails. No hissing. This is the closest we will ever come to love.
Suzanne Collins
#26. Look bravely up into the sky,
And be content with knowing
That God wished for a buttercup
Just here, where you are growing.
Sarah Orne Jewett
#27. Buttercup," I say. Thousands of people are dead, but he has survived and even looks well fed. On what? He can get in and out of the house through a window we always left ajar in the pantry. He must have been eating field mice. I refuse to consider the alternative. I
Suzanne Collins
#28. I am your Prince and you will marry me," Humperdinck said.
Buttercup whispered, "I am your servant and I refuse."
"I am you Prince and you cannot refuse."
"I am your loyal servant and I just did."
"Refusal means death."
"Kill me then.
William Goldman
#29. Buttercup, miserable even with Prim's constant attention, huddles in the cube and exhales cat breath in my face.
Suzanne Collins
#30. Buttercup's mother hesitated, then put her stew spoon down. (This was after stew, but so is everything. When the first man first clambered from the slime and made his first home on land, what he had for supper that first night was stew.)
William Goldman
#32. Torveld favoured Laurent with another of those long, admiring looks that were starting to come with grating frequency. Damen frowned. Laurent was a nest of scorpions in the body of one person. Torveld looked at him and saw a buttercup.
C.S. Pacat
#33. Wow," said Adrian. He sat down on the bed and tested its bounciness, giving it a nod of approval. "This is amazing. What do you think, buttercup?"
"I have no words," I said honestly.
He patted the spot beside him. "Want to try it out?
Richelle Mead
#34. The sparkle and morning-freshness of the shop, and the butter-conjuring girl, formed a mind-picture which accompanied the whole of my youth.(about the Buttercup Dairy)
Muriel Spark
#35. Somebody is smitten with my Buttercup.
R.K. Lilley
#36. We have more than hope," Buttercup said. "There is true love.
William Goldman
#37. Buttercup's parents did not have exactly what you might call a happy marriage. All they ever dreamed of was leaving each other.
William Goldman
#38. I'm going to have the daintiest things possible ... things that will match the spring, you understand ... little jelly tarts and lady fingers, and drop cookies frosted with pink and yellow icing, and buttercup cake.
L.M. Montgomery
#39. For seven years after college, I was a waitress at the Buttercup Bakery in Berkeley, and from there I got a job at Merrill Lynch as an account executive, from where I went to vice president of investments for Prudential-Bache Securities. I started my own firm in 1987.
Suze Orman
#40. While he was watching the ships, Buttercup shoved him with all her strength remaining. Down went the man in black. "You can die too for all I care," she said, and then she turned away.
Words followed her. Whispered from afar, weak and warm and familiar. "As ... you ... wish ...
William Goldman
#41. The origins of great companies inevitably start with the ideas and enterprise of great men.
Bill Scott
#42. Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.
William Goldman
#43. Even though it is black, black as Egypt's night, the customer is always right
Andrew Ewing
#44. He took everything and I let him.
Demanding.
Feral.
Consuming.
Arthur was everywhere at once.
In my mind.
My heart.
My soul.
His taste.
His scent.
His heat.
Pepper Winters
#46. On Saturday mornings Mr Ewing would make his rounds, giving each tradesman £1 and the apprentices, ten shillings. Needless to say, we were all peeping around corners awaiting his arrival!
Ian Thompson
#47. The more time I spent in his arms, the more whole I felt. I could live in the moment.
Right here.
Right now.
I'm home.
Pepper Winters
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