Ruth McAdoo > Ruth's Quotes

“She looked as if she had been poured into her clothes and had forgotten to say "when". ”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“If there is one thing I dislike, it is the man who tries to air his grievances when I wish to air mine.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Love Among the Chickens

“I pressed down the mental accelerator. The old lemon throbbed fiercely. I got an idea.”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight about the hips that season”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Carry On, Jeeves

“It is the bungled crime that brings remorse.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Love Among the Chickens

“He looked haggard and careworn, like a Borgia who has suddenly remembered that he has forgotten to shove cyanide in the consommé, and the dinner-gong due any moment.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Carry On, Jeeves

“Unlike the male codfish which, suddenly finding itself the parent of three million five hundred thousand little codfish, cheerfully resolves to love them all, the British aristocracy is apt to look with a somewhat jaundiced eye on its younger sons.”
― P.G.Wodehouse

“One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach, but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.”
― p g wodehouse

“the supply of the milk of human kindness was short by several gallons”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“He was one of those earnest, persevering dancers--the kind that have taken twelve correspondence lessons.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, The Man With Two Left Feet and Other Stories

“A depressing musty scent pervaded the place, as if a cheese had recently died there in painful circumstances.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Leave It to Psmith

“Hugo?’ ‘Millicent?’ ‘Is that you?’ ‘Yes. Is that you?’ ‘Yes.’ Anything in the nature of misunderstanding was cleared away. It was both of them.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Summer Lightning

“Good God, Clarence! You look like a bereaved tapeworm.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Heavy Weather

“Another of these strong silent men. The world is full of us.”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“Abandon the idea, Jeeves. I fear you have not studied the sex as I have. Missing her lunch means little or nothing to the female of the species. The feminine attitude toward lunch is notoriously airy and casual. Where you have made your bloomer is confusing lunch with tea. Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it. At such times the most amiable of the sex become mere bombs which a spark may ignite." Bertie Wooster”
― P.G. Wodehouse

“The exquisite code of politeness of the Woosters prevented me clipping her one on the ear-hole, but I would have given a shilling to be able to do it. There seemed to me something deliberately fat-headed in the way she persisted in missing the gist.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, Right Ho, Jeeves

“I read the paragraph again. A peculiar feeling it gave me. I don't know if you have ever experienced the sensation of seeing the announcement of the engagement of a pal of yours to a girl whom you were only saved from marrying yourself by the skin of your teeth. It induces a sort of -- well, it's difficult to describe it exactly; but I should imagine a fellow would feel much the same if he happened to be strolling through the jungle with a boyhood chum and met a tigress or a jaguar, or what not, and managed to shin up a tree and looked down and saw the friend of his youth vanishing into the undergrowth in the animal's slavering jaws. A sort of profound, prayerful relief, if you know what I mean, blended at the same time with a pang of pity. What I'm driving at is that, thankful as I was that I hadn't had to marry Honoria myself, I was sorry to see a real good chap like old Biffy copping it. I sucked down a spot of tea and began brooding over the business.”
― Wodehouse

“...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, The Politeness of Princes and Other School Stories