Mr. Wrong Quotes
Mr. Wrong
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“You can't run from feelings, Charity. You have to face them. Otherwise your future will look just like your past.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“I'm not lazy. I'm just really gifted, only instead of being good at music or math I'm good at sleeping late.”
― Mr Wrong
― Mr Wrong
“A massage is just like a movie, really relaxing and a total escape, except in a massage you're the star. And you don't miss anything by falling asleep!”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“For a single girl in London, luck isn't always a glass slipper that fits. Sometimes luck is a splash of mud from a passing bus.”
― Mr Wrong
― Mr Wrong
“Charity liked brandy. She liked the way it burned her throat while soothing the ache in her heart.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“She laughed at bad jokes, stayed out too late, and overslept too often. Charity Hill loved holidays and she hated budgets and the alarm clock.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Wandering down the street in an aimless sort of way, cold too, in a dress from last night that made young men stop and stare in the street, Charity Hill found herself hating the single life for the very first time.”
― Mr Wrong
― Mr Wrong
“Lady Margaret believed in the three D's: Discipline, Desire, and Determination. But as she listened dutifully to her new employer, hiding her yawns and trying to sit up extra straight in her chair, Charity Hill began thinking of all the lovely things that began with S, such as Sleeping Late, Sex, and Shopping.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Sir Humphrey looked like a sleepy old hippo -- and when he yawned in that big, big, hippopotamus way Charity couldn't help doing likewise.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Some girls have a real sexy giggle, but whenever I laugh it always comes out somewhere between a bellow and a snort!”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“When she was drinking his liquor and smoking his cigars, Charity couldn't help warming to Sir Humphrey. She almost forgot what a crashing bore he really was.”
― Mr Wrong
― Mr Wrong
“I've got lots of ambitions, but I only ever think of them when I'm lying around in my undies having a snooze.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“It's all right, darling. I can't stand people who are bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at seven in the morning. Give me a girl who only gets going after ten!”
― Mr Wrong
― Mr Wrong
“Charity knew that she had to be up early in the morning. And she knew that a weepy, silly, ridiculously old-fashioned love story was not the thing to watch with a broken heart. Nevertheless, she watched. And wept. And was still smiling when she fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, with the remote in her hand and the telly still going.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Charity felt rather snoozy after the long sermon, and she was really very grateful when Reverend Meeps offered her a cup of tea. Church was not so bad when the minister remembered you were only human.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Charity didn't mean to waste the entire afternoon. But her favorite daytime drama was on the telly. It was always the same, she thought, stretching out on the bed to watch. The sex got her interested first, and then the story. Before long she was totally hooked, and deep into the intricate plots and the glamorous goings-on. And afterwards, she just felt drained.
She was sound asleep by the time Lady Margaret came home.”
― Mr. Wrong
She was sound asleep by the time Lady Margaret came home.”
― Mr. Wrong
“Charity knew there was nothing more coarse and common than an afternoon in bed with a total stranger -- but the lad installing the telephone had a grin that made her heart turn flips.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Charity groped for the phone, coming up with it at last and croaking "hello" in a voice that sounded exactly like a bullfrog's mating call. Which made a kind of twisted sense -- last night she'd been hunting for a mate as well.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Charity could chatter dorm-room Marxist theory with the best of them, but a single look from cool, silver-haired Lady Beddington was enough to make her tremble from head to toe.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
“Sir Humphrey's stories about Africa made Charity feel exactly like one of his stuffed trophy heads -- lifeless and glassy eyed. The only difference was that she usually ended up face-down, slumbering on the sofa, instead of hung up on the wall.”
― Mr. Wrong
― Mr. Wrong
