Top 60 Quotes About Nymph
#1. Are you saying you don't want me, nymph? Because your pussy is calling you a liar.
Setta Jay
#2. I'm part wood nymph. I require mountains and warm, dense patches of moss to thrive.
Vera Farmiga
#3. Here's a health to our Captain, so gallant and free
Whether stuck on a rock or asleep 'neath a tree
Or rolled in the arms of some nymph of the sea
Which is where we would all like to be, man!
Margaret Atwood
#4. The wood nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it. They'd had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods. But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.
Rick Riordan
#5. What are you? (Zarek)
I'm a nymph. (Astrid)
I hope you just left an important syllable off that word, princess. (Zarek)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#6. I'm not drunk,' I said indignantly.
You were just dancing like some wood nymph five minutes ago. You took your shirt off and now you're latched onto me like a little monkey. So don't tell me you're in complete control of yourself.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#7. Order is a lovely nymph, the child of Beauty and Wisdom; her attendants are Comfort, Neatness, and Activity; her abode is the valley of happiness: she is always to be found when sought for, and never appears so lovely as when contrasted with her opponent, Disorder.
Samuel Johnson
#8. The English word "coral" also comes from Greek, meaning "what becomes hard in the hand," "the maiden or nymph of the sea," or "the heart of the sea.
Eric H. Borneman
#10. I can't believe you married a justice nymph and have yet to learn anything from her. There are always three sides to every memory, Z. Yours, theirs, and the truth, which lies somewhere in between the two. (Acheron)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#11. Beauties, when disposed to sleep,
Should from the eye of keen inspector keep:
The lovely nymph who would her swain surprise,
May close her mouth, but not conceal her eyes;
Sleep from the fairest face some beauty takes,
And all the homely features homelier makes.
George Crabbe
#12. Reason is a supple nymph, and slippery as a fish by nature. She had as leave give her kiss to an absurdity any day, as to syllogistic truth. The absurdity may turn out truer.
D.H. Lawrence
#13. I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.
Jenny Han
#14. I've never been far from the river. I'm sort of like a Thames-nymph.
Natalie Dormer
#15. And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest,
Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast,
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air,
The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#16. My arms and legs were wrapped like tentacles around Echo, my nymph who lay sleeping with her back against me.
Katie McGarry
#17. To repeat: her voice has life. It possesses a quality not present in the original, revealing how a nymph can return a different and more meaningful story, in spite of telling the same story.
Mark Z. Danielewski
#18. I swore I would never get involved in my dad's life. But then he started blowing it. So I had to get involved, you know, but he's my dad, I can't send him to his room or ground him or go to his first grade play and scream, Look at the fairy! I was a wood nymph.
Christopher Titus
#19. She splashed to the surface, coming up from the water like a nymph intent on stealing his soul. Her hair was slicked back from her face, making her eyes look large and luminous. "You going to stand there all day with your mouth hanging open?
T.J. Kline
#20. I showed her my cubicle of commercial artistry, and drew her attention to my latest project. "Oh, that's lovely," she said when I pointed out the drawing of a nymph with flowers in her freshly shampooed hair. "That's really nice." That "nice" remark almost spoiled my day.
Thomas Ligotti
#22. With her wild red hair draped around her pallid visage, she could easily be mistaken for a nymph from a Pre-Raphaelite painting. But then again, those nymphs were rarely hung-over or quite such a freckled, busty little thing.
Renate Linnenkoper
#23. I spent the morning as the ceiling in the warlocks' tent. Found out that the hobbies of Those Best Forgotten include long walks on the beach and sacrificing nymphs on altars. I mean, who'd want to hurt a nymph? That's like kicking a rainbow in the nuts.
Kresley Cole
#24. The problem was that the only reality he could see what a nut-brown nymph who could whisper like a song and move like a river of honey.
Frank Lee
#25. They tell you that a tree is only a combination of chemical elements. I prefer to believe that God created it, and that it is inhabited by a nymph.
Pierre-Auguste Renoir
#27. Ryan was a nose away from the tallest cake on display, a six-foot-high chocolate masterpiece Jesse and I had created for this year's fairs. Detailed water nymph's interspersed with insects and toadstools, all sculpted by hand in rich dark chocolate.
Anouska Knight
#28. For who can move when fair Belinda fails? Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, 5 While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain. Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan; Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.
Alexander Pope
#29. That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.
Ovid
#30. This Nymph, to the destruction of mankind, Nourish'd two Locks, which graceful hung behind 20 In equal curls, and well conspir'd to deck With shining ringlets the smooth iv'ry neck.
Alexander Pope
#31. She was part wide-eyed wood nymph, part awkward society miss, and - he was beginning to realize - part testy library elf.
Karen Hawkins
#32. Maybe she's a mud puddle nymph," Carmen snickered.
Kristen Day
#33. Inter species couplings? Why didn't you just come out and ask if he was banging a nymph and get it over with?
Amanda Carlson
#34. I stared at him (Dionysus). You're ... you're married? But I thought you got in trouble for chasing a wood nymph-
Rick Riordan
#35. Can I decline a nymph so divine? Her voice like a flute is dulcis; Her oculus bright, her manus white And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is. O how bella, my puella I'll kiss in secula seculorum; If I've luck, sir, she's my uxor, O dies benedictorum.
Diana Gabaldon
#36. The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.
Marcel Proust
#37. And ne er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a naiad or a grace Of finer form or lovelier face ...
Walter Scott
#38. The boy may wrestle, when Night
working Fancy steals him to the arms Of nymph oft wish'd awake, and, 'mid the rage Of the soft tumult, ev'ry turgid cell Spontaneous disembogues its lucid store, Bland and of azure tinct.
John Armstrong
#39. Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and Cranks, and wanton Wiles, Nods, and Becks, and wreathed Smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
John Milton
#40. So, when I say 'match the hatch', if the fish are taking the nymph, and you're actually producing a replica of a flying insect, you'll catch fresh air.
Rex Hunt
#41. The long blue shadows of afternoon advanced before me like cheerful ghosts of last summer's growth, dancing past the withered flower borders and the stiff hedges to fall at the feet of a stone nymph, her cascade of water frozen in her urn.
Stephanie Barron
#42. Noah?
A welcome voice - not my mother's, but welcome all the same: Echo. A smile spread across my face. This was too good. Me in a towel, alone in the house with my nymph. I left the bathroom.
Katie McGarry
#43. Chris Colfer ... he's like a ... playful wood-nymph.
Darren Criss
#45. Sweetest Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen Within thy airy shell, By slow Meander's margent green, And in the violet-embroidered vale.
John Milton
#46. The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely a repetition of what was worth repeating in the bell, but partly the voice of the wood; the same trivial words and notes sung by a wood-nymph.
Henry David Thoreau
#47. My heart swelled, causing my chest to ache and breathing to become nearly impossiple. Paralyzed by her beaty, i hovered over her. She was no nymph, but a goddess.
Katie McGarry
#48. And now he was down there with Roger and the slut. Which was unfair, but it was how she found herself thinking of Xela more and more. How's that old joke go? she thought. The difference between a nymph and a slut? A nymph sleeps with everyone. A slut sleeps with everyone except you.
Peter Clines
#49. O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
William Shakespeare
#50. Every man needs two women: a quiet home-maker, and a thrilling nymph.
Iris Murdoch
#51. You think that I am impoverishing myself withdrawing from men, but in my solitude I have woven for myself a silken web or chrysalis, and, nymph-like, shall ere long burst forth a more perfect creature, fitted for a higher society.
Henry David Thoreau
#52. I had no idea i'd traveled into my own universe until Echo's cold fingers squeezed mine. "Want to do normal?"
And my heart clenched in pain and joy at the same time. I missed my parents beyond words and this beautiful nymph understood.
Katie McGarry
#53. The last thing I needed was a nymph with sunshine coming out of her ass tagging along with me.
Jaye Wells
#54. The peerless cup afloat
Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph
Swims bearing high above her head.
Robert Browning
#55. Oh my god, I am so awesome!" Leo bellowed.
"So awesome!" Echo yelled back.
"He is funny," a nymph ventured.
"And cute, in a scrawny way," another said.
"Scrawny?" Leo asked. "Baby I invented scrawny. Scrawny is the new sizzling hot.
Rick Riordan
#56. Tell my father I was abducted by a lucius nymph and pulled to her lair." Styxx
"For the record, I resent being called a lucius nymph." Galen
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#57. I do not know what you were like as a wood-nymph, madam, but you are a magnificent tree.
Neil Gaiman
#58. And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
Vladimir Nabokov
#59. You are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me ...
John Geddes
#60. She wakes in a puddle of sunlight.
Her hands asleep beside her.
Her hair draped on the lawn
like a mantle of cloth.
Roman Payne
