Mummy Quotes
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Oh wasn't it naughty of Smudges? Oh, Mummy, I'm sick
with disgust. She threw me in
front of the Judges 84 And my silly old
collarbone's bust.
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More Mummy Quotes
I hug my children to death, I get in bed with them at night and hug them. And I always say: "Who loves you most in the whole wide world?" And they always say: "Mummy".
Princess of Wales Diana— OK Magazine's special Princess Diana 50th birthday tribute issue, [3]
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside; When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between) And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide; When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep, And you aren't waked or washed or dressed, Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed) You're ‘Fifty North and Forty West!'
rudyard kipling— How the Whale Got His Throat.
On my way here I passed a local cinema and it turns out you were expecting me after all, for the billboards read: The Mummy Returns .
margaret thatcher— Speech to Conservative Election Rally in Plymouth (22 May, 2001)
O God, if there is a God, forgive him his sins, if there is such a thing as sin. '...But I saw today there was one thing unforgivable - like things in the school-room, so bad they were unpunishable, that only Mummy could deal with - the bad thing I was on the point of doing, that I'm not quite bad enough to do; to set up a rival good to God's.'
evelyn waugh— Part 3, near end of chapter 5
You know, if I were a single man, I might ask that Mummy out. That's a good-looking Mummy.
bill clinton— Looking at "Juanita," a newly discovered Incan mummy on display at the National Geographic museum
Mark how fleeting and paltry is the estate of man - yesterday in embryo, tomorrow a Mummy or ashes. So for the hairsbreadth of time assigned to thee, live rationally, and part with life cheerfully, as drops the ripe olive, extolling the season that bore it and the tree that matured it.
marcus aurelius— IV, 48. (Book IV)
It smelt so faint, and it smelt so sweet, It made me creep and it made me cold. Like the scent that steals from the crumbling sheet Where a Mummy is half unroll'd.
— Owen Meredith (Lord Lytton), Aux Italiens.
