To threaten no one; for that is a womanly trick.

There is no beast, no rush of fire, like woman so untamed. She calmly goes her way where even panthers would be shamed.

I never rebel so much against France as not to regard Paris with a friendly eye; she has had my heart since my childhood.... I love her tenderly, even to her warts and her spots. I am French only by this great city: the glory of France, and one of the noblest ornaments of the world.

She is the most charming person in the world. That’s all. I refuse to amplify. Excepting- she’s perfect.

The brigand is as a snake: if you don't annoy him, he doesn't bite you.

They don’t threaten criticise, yell or exert their physical strength in increasingly frightening ways.
Not at the start. Not when they think you're sweet, funny and gorgeous. Not when they turn up to your third date with chocolates, then jewellery.

She struck me mainly as an intellectual. Certainly didn't remind me of a strident propagandist at all.

No vengeance like a woman's.

My lady looks so gentle and so pure When yielding salutation by the way, That the tongue trembles and has nought to say, And the eyes, which fain would see, may not endure. And still, amid the praise she hears secure, She walks with humbleness for her array; Seeming a creature sent from Heaven to stay On earth, and show a miracle made sure. She is so pleasant in the eyes of men That through the sight the inmost heart doth gain A sweetness which needs proof to know it by: And from between her lips there seems to move A soothing essence that is full of love, Saying for ever to the spirit, “Sigh!

She was not one for emptying her face of expression.

When the Law shows her teeth, but dares not bite.

She is a mortal danger without meaning to be one; she's exquisite without giving ita thought; shes a trap set by nature, a rose in which love lies in ambush!

Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She creates grace without movement and makes all divinity fit into her slightest gesture.

And neither Venus in her shell, nor Diana striding in the great, blossoming forest, can compare to her when she goes through the streets of paris in her sedan chair.

You ask what a nice girl will do? She won't give an inch, but she won't say no.

This is Annabeth,” Jason said. “Uh, normally she doesn't judo-flip people.