Best 27 of Doll quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

Amelia Mangan

His first thought – what felt like his first thought ever, it formed so slowly in his brain – was that she looked like a doll. Just like a doll. Her eyes were large and bright and feline; her hair was chestnut, brushed to a hardwood shine, parted sharply and flowing to her thighs; her lips were cupid’s-bow-cute; her head was tilted to one side on a long, long neck. She had skin that had never seen sunlight, and wore no expression at all. He noticed her. And she noticed, and kept on noticing, him. Stanley looked down for a third and longer time. It wasn’t polite to stare. Not at girls. Or anyone. But especially not girls. Not even girls who looked like perfect porcelain dolls.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Katlyn Charlesworth

The porcelain doll residing in her white-pillared dollhouse was a mirage.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Gayle Wray

A beloved dolls voice speaks directly to your soul in a way that cannot be explained in words.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Neal Stephenson

Put … the troll … down … and slowly back away.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Gayle Wray

The doll making journey begins decades before you even know it, by gathering a lifetime of seemingly unrelated skills, which one day collide, causing complete and total harmony!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Gayle Wray

Dolls are precious little reflections of joyous light, whose hope is only to delight " - Gayle Wray

By Anonym 19 Sep

Gayle Wray

We start making dolls because it pleases us, we continue to make dolls because we want to please you.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Gayle Wray

A dolls ability to uplift the human spirit can be immeasurable.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Gayle Wray

I liked dolls as a child, but as an adult, I love them! They represent the good in all of us and display the diverse beauty of humankind.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Reif Larsen

Instead of falling to the ground like a heavy doll, as Kermin had seen the prisoners do at the Chetnik executions, his mother shrank into herself, a reverse blossoming, coming to rest in a sitting position, like a ruminative Buddha

By Anonym 15 Sep

Gayle Wray

A doll is a huggable, lovingly made reflection of our inner and outer spirit.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Gayle Wray

We start making dolls because it pleases us, we continue to make dolls because we want to please you." - Gayle Wray

By Anonym 20 Sep

Robin Stevenson

Would've been useful when I was about eight," I said. "I used to have wicked nightmares." I did, too: stupid dreams about being chased by Elmo. A psycho Elmo with eyes like that Chucky doll. I'd wake up screaming and Vicky would come running in and ask what the nightmare was about. I never told her. I was too embarrassed.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Carlo Zen

She had a thick aura of battle around her, and her face was almost doll-like, it was so pleasant to look at. Vacant blue eyes, blond hair tinged dark gray.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Gayle Wray

With joy in every task and whimsy in our hearts, we are the Dollmakers, it is WHO we are.

By Anonym 19 Sep

A. K. Kuykendall

There is a doll. The wicked she conjures is never small. Her name is Christie. She likes to play. Takes a break only when you wither away.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Michelle Cuevas

It's like a nesting doll of imagination! It's like a painting of a painting! It's like the wind catching a chill from the wind, or a wave taking a dip in the ocean. It's like reading a novel that merely describes another novel. It's like music tapping its foot to a tune and saying 'Oh! I love this song!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Gayle Wray

A dolls ability to uplift the human spirit can be immeasurable.' - Gayle Wray

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lisa Tuttle

In the jumbled, fragmented memories I carry from my childhood there are probably nearly as many dreams as images from waking life. I thought of one which might have been my earliest remembered nightmare. I was probably about four years old - I don't think I'd started school yet - when I woke up screaming. The image I retained of the dream, the thing which had frightened me so, was an ugly, clown-like doll made of soft red and cream-coloured rubber. When you squeezed it, bulbous eyes popped out on stalks and the mouth opened in a gaping scream. As I recall it now, it was disturbingly ugly, not really an appropriate toy for a very young child, but it had been mine when I was younger, at least until I'd bitten its nose off, at which point it had been taken away from me. At the time when I had the dream I hadn't seen it for a year or more - I don't think I consciously remembered it until its sudden looming appearance in a dream had frightened me awake. When I told my mother about the dream, she was puzzled. 'But what's scary about that? You were never scared of that doll.' I shook my head, meaning that the doll I'd owned - and barely remembered - had never scared me. 'But it was very scary,' I said, meaning that the reappearance of it in my dream had been terrifying. My mother looked at me, baffled. 'But it's not scary,' she said gently. I'm sure she was trying to make me feel better, and thought this reasonable statement would help. She was absolutely amazed when it had the opposite result, and I burst into tears. Of course she had no idea why, and of course I couldn't explain. Now I think - and of course I could be wrong - that what upset me was that I'd just realized that my mother and I were separate people. We didn't share the same dreams or nightmares. I was alone in the universe, like everybody else. In some confused way, that was what the doll had been telling me. Once it had loved me enough to let me eat its nose; now it would make me wake up screaming. ("My Death")

By Anonym 16 Sep

Gayle Wray

I like to party, and by "party" I mean "make dolls.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Gayle Wray

I never shoot for perfection or symmetry in doll making. It is our lovely flaws that make us each special.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ker Dukey

I do know the difference between right and wrong, but I just like the way wrong feels. It's an impulse, an urge more intense than anything else.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Jennifer Megan Varnadore

He placed me on a pedestal, and wondered why his Queen was only a mere doll in the looking glass.

By Anonym 16 Sep

A. K. Kuykendall

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Laura Ingalls Wilder

Mary was bigger than Laura, and she had a rag doll named Nettie. Laura had only a corncob wrapped in a handkerchief, but it was a good doll. It was named Susan. It wasn't Susan's fault that she was only a corncob. Sometimes Mary let Laura hold Nettie, but she did it only when Susan couldn't see.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Akshay Vasu

He clenched onto her, the way a 3-year-old kid would clench to his doll whenever someone tried to take it away from him. The doll was getting tore a bit every time the kid held it tighter. In the end, when they stopped trying to take it away from him, he looked at it with all the love he had for it. The doll wasn't the same anymore. It had lost all its beauty it had in the beginning. And the kid just wished in silence that if only he could let it go in the beginning.

By Anonym 19 Sep

A. K. Kuykendall

Time is tick, tick, ticking away. How many souls will I capture today? Will they be a challenge or will they be given? Only time will tell as the clock keeps tick, tick, ticking. Your god has arrived with enough hatred for y’all, with enough evil for the big and small, so come one, come all. I will shred your souls and place them in my satchel, call you a settler and make you my peddler. Come one, come all, come stand behind your god. I will lead you into the darkness of Earth's end. Come one, come all, my wilted flowers, come claim your title, speak out and cheer it. Come one, come all, let’s have a ball, my wilted flowers . . . Sweet, Unconquerable Spirits.