Smith Julian Quotes

I fell in love with you. I didn't do it on purpose

I have never been in love before," Julian said. "You're my first-and you'll be my only.

I need you like - like light. You're light, all right - like a flame to a moth. I told you once that you shouldn't mess with forbidden things - I should have taken my own advice.

I'm going to kiss you... until you faint

I'm in love with you. I think everything you do is marvelous.

I never cheat. I practice Gamesmanship - the art of winning games without actually cheating.

Love and death are everything, Jenny. Danger is the best part of the game. I thought you knew that." -Julian

If you lose, there's the devil to pay.

You showed me what it was like to love. What the world could be like, if

Julian said the world was evil and horrible - remember? But then he proved himself that it wasn't

What is a week-end? Maggie Smith in Downton Abbey.

Julian: What's black inside, white outside, and hot? Jenny: What? Julian: A wolf in sheep's clothing. Jenny: Is that what you are? Julian: Me? No, I'm a wolf in wolf's clothing.

No, I'll dream another dream," he said. "I've made up so many things, now I'll just go into one. I'll be part of it.

War and hunting and chasing-that's all there is. That's life, Jenny-no one can escape it.

en garde, Julian. It's not over till it's over.

You can't just go out- No, I'll dream another dream.

If, someday, Julian should be reborn, she wished him well.

You don't need right - if you have strength

Julian: She's very strong, you know. Much too good for you. Tom: I know. But she's a thousand times too good for you.

It cast an unholy glow all around him - which was entirely appropriate, because Julian was as seductive as mortal sin and as haughty as the devil.

When I first saw you, you were like a flood of sunshine. All the others wanted to kill you. They thought I was crazy. They laughed...." He means the other Shadow Men, Jenny thought. "But I knew, and I watched you. You grew up and got more beautiful. You were so different from anything in my world. The others just watched, but I wanted you. Not to kill or to use up the way --the way they do with humans sometimes here. I needed you." [...] "I couldn't see anything else, couldn't hear anything else. All I could think about was you. I wouldn't let anyone else hurt you, ever. I knew I had to have you, no matter what happend. They said I was crazy with love.

There were two sides of Julian, she thought, and she remembered a line from something she'd read --Emily Brontë, maybe. Different as a moonbeam and lightning. She wanted to reach the moonbeam part, but she didn't know how. Very softly she said again, "I don't believe you. You're not like the other Shadow Men. You could change --if you wanted to." "No," he said bleakly. "Julian..." It was the bleakness that got her. She could see herself reflected in his eyes. Without thinkng, she moved even closer. And closer. Her upper lip touched his lower lip. "You can change," she whispered.

Is my gardener's pride to be sacrificed on the altar of Mr Molesley's ambitions? - The Dowager Countess(Maggie Smith)

Colonel Shoup, who wore a mask of dust and dirt like every other marine on the island, summed up the situation that afternoon: “Well, I think we’re winning, but the bastards have got a lot of bullets left. I think we’ll clean up tomorrow.”57 He was plainly exhausted, having slept not at all the previous night. He was still bleeding through his bandage. His report to General Julian Smith would enter Marine Corps lore: “Casualties many; percentage of dead not known; combat efficiency: We are winning.

For some, Life is rich and creamy, made according to an old peasant recipe from nothing but natural products, while Art is a pallid commercial confection, consisting mainly of artificial colourings and flavourings. For others, Art is the truer thing, full, bustling and emotionally satisfying, while Life is worse than the poorest novel: devoid of narrative, peopled by bores and rogues, short on wit, long on unpleasant incidents, and leading to a painfully predictable dénouement. Adherents of the latter view tend to cite Logan Pearsall Smith: ‘People say that life is the thing; but I prefer reading.’ Candidates are advised not to use this quotation in their answers.

Take some jelly take some fish

Julian could spin a web of shadows around you, with touches like the brush of moth's wings and kisses soft as twilight. He could turn your own senses against you until the kisses left you dizzy and breathless and the moth's-wing touches put you on slow burn. And by the time you realized what was underneath the softness, you were shivering and melting and lost.

Others went further: on one of Stanley’s expeditions, James Jameson, heir to an Irish whiskey fortune, bought an eleven-year-old girl so he could sketch her being dismembered and eaten.

Take some jelly and a fish

In the armed forces, those who fight on the ground generally see those on ships as much better off. The Marines live in both worlds, and they have strong views. Major General Julian C. Smith put it well on the eve of the bloody 1943 Tarawa landing: “Even though you Navy officers do come in to about a thousand yards, I remind you that you have a little armor. I want you to know that Marines are crossing that beach with bayonets, and the only armor they will have is a khaki shirt.” As an admiral who had risen from the ranks once told an Army infantryman, the worst wardroom always trumps the best foxhole.

William Hamilton once referred to the 'gavotte of chromosomes' seen in the process of cell division and in sex. This is a good image - a courtly dance, tuned by evolution, of joining and separating. We can seen some of the same thing on a larger scale, in - to adopt Julian Huxley's phrase - 'the movement of individuality.' The process at this larger scale is not itself an adaptation, a to-and-fro tuned by evolutionary design. Instead it is the recurring upshot of masses of separate evolutionary events. But there is some of the same rhythm of sealing off and opening up, of consolidating and reaching out, in the dynamic linking organisms and Darwinian individuals.