Stammer Quotes

Quotes tagged as "stammer" (showing 1-11 of 11)
Georgette Heyer
“[...]if you talk any more flummery to me, Frederica, I shall give you one of my—er—icy set-downs!”(Alverstoke)”
Georgette Heyer, Frederica

Michael Bassey Johnson
“Fear the soldier who stammers, for he is very fast at pulling the triger.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

Joyce Rachelle
“Most often when I stammer
That's my brain
Correcting my grammer.”
Joyce Rachelle

Michael Bassey Johnson
“I may be deprived of eloquence, but my mind can never be a dumb.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

Michael Bassey Johnson
“When you see a stranger, your mouth start dancing like convulsion.”
Michael Bassey Johnson

Vijaya Gowrisankar
“I may have stumbled
and stammered at
your unexpected push,
but the breeze
anchored me
and I learnt the
art of survival”
Vijaya Gowrisankar

R.G. Manse
“Frank treated customers with the contempt Rosy had only seen before at airport passport control. Even then, she’d never heard an immigration official refer to anybody as baldy.
“Hey, baldy,” Frank had said and whistled to call a customer back as though he were down in the paddock with an unruly herd. “You forgot your juice.”
Frank held up the bottle of Tropicana orange juice. And when… baldy came back, Frank slapped the bottle into his hand as though passing him the baton in a relay race, then waved the man aside—“Go!”—and pointed at the next customer.
“What do you want?” Frank said. “Cheese? Again? That’s three cheese you’ll have had in a row. Are you eating right?”
The customer stammered.
“Eh-but-eh-but-eh-but,” Frank mimicked. “Never mind. But think up a different filling next time. And not cheese and tomato.” He shook his head and made up the roll.”
R.G. Manse, Screw Friendship

Katie McGarry
“I’m going to meet your parents this weekend and we’ve got plans?”
Her face reddened. “Sorry. I, um, assumed that, you know, that since you said I was yours, that we would kind of, I guess …” Damn, she was cute when she stammered.”
Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

Lisa Kleypas
“When their chatter died to a contented lull, a small red squirrel ventured out of the oak grove and turned to the side, watching them with one bright black eye.
"An intruder," Annabelle observed, with a delicate yawn.
Evie rolled to her stomach and tossed a bread crust in the squirrel's direction. He froze and stared at the tantalizing offering, but was too timid to advance. Evie tilted her head, her hair glittering in the sun as if it had been overlaid with a net of rubies. "Poor little thing," she said softly, casting another crust at the timid squirrel. This one landed a few inches closer, and his tail twitched eagerly. "Be brave," Evie coaxed. "Go on and take it." Smiling tolerantly, she tossed another crust, which landed a scant few inches from him. "Oh, Mr. Squirrel," Evie reproved. "You're a dreadful coward. Can't you see that no one's going to harm you?"
In a sudden burst of initiative, the squirrel seized the tidbit and scampered off with his tail quivering. Looking up with a triumphant smile, Evie saw the other wallflowers staring at her in drop-jawed silence. "Wh-what is it?" she asked, puzzled.
Annabelle was the first to speak. "Just now, when you were talking to that squirrel, you didn't stammer."
"Oh." Suddenly abashed, Evie lowered her gaze and grimaced. "I never stammer when I'm talking to children or animals. I don't know why.”
Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night

Lisa Kleypas
“Daisy truly l-loves Mr. Swift," Evie said earnestly.
At the sound of her stammer, which was something else Lillian warned him about, Rafe gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm glad to hear it," he said gently.”
Lisa Kleypas, A Wallflower Christmas