Best 24 quotes in «damsel in distress quotes» category

Raise your daughter so she is not a damsel in distress. Raise her so she can be the one saving herself. - Raising A Strong Daughter: What Fathers Should Know by Finlay Gow JD and Kailin Gow MA

she was looking at him as if he'd just dropped fully formed from the sky.

I have a fetish for damsels in distress.

Then Beverley Brook stepped onto the footplate and pointed a shotgun straight at the Queen’s head – I recognised the Purdey from my trunk. It was nice to see it getting an airing. Beverley herself was wearing an oversized leather jerkin and jeans. Her dreads had been tied into a plait down her back and a pair of antique leather and brass goggles were pushed up onto her brow. ‘Put your hands on your head,’ she said, ‘and step away from the boyfriend.’ The Queen hissed and gripped the rope harder.

What made a girl a damsel in distress? Were they not allowed claws? Mosca had a hunch that if all damsels had claws, they would spend a lot less time in distress.

I'd never been a good damsel in distress. I was a "hands-on" damsel.

You don't get it. They gave me beauty and song, and then I was left in the woods to grow up for sixteen years before being handed over to you. I don't know anything about ruling. I don't even really know what taxes are. I was in the woods in the real world. In the dreamworld, I hid like a mouse and then organized balls and parties.

I don't do damsel in distress very well. It's hard for me to play a victim.

A damsel in complete distress was a burden to her protectors; one familiar with self defence, not as much.

There's damsels in distress out there, and we got all this beer.

This isn't a romance. You're not a damsel in distress and I'm not the handsome prince come to save you.

Correct me if I'm wrong," said the bat, "but would the main ingredient of water soup be water?

Cam was filled with the rage of a man unable to rescue his lady, even though she was only debatably in danger.

I had rescued myself entirely.

Gripping his hand, she shook. “The name’s Neve, not damsel in distress.

I gave in to the weight around me. I’d become the Lady of the Lake without Excalibur, the damsel in distress without the prince to save her, Dorothy without her slippers or Alice without her “drink me” potion. Fantastic dreams weaved into amazing tales of triumph over obstacles. I was not triumphant over anything. I was a coward.

I am not a Damsel In Distress who needs a Prince Charming. I am more of Rani Laxmi Bai who rides a Sturdy Horse.

Need someone to rescue?” She interrupted him again, spitting her words out with all the rage, contempt, and anger she had bottled up inside. “I’m not a damsel in distress, and you sir, are no knight in shining double breasted, JC Penny!

My entire life, I saw myself as the beautiful damsel or the graceful maiden. I was the princess searching for her knight. But with my newfound abilities, I finally discovered that, after all this time, I was the powerful witch.

I mean, what is the point of being a damsel in distress if your knight goes off and just does his own thing?

I've done nothing for the past five years but try to be the hero who protects her. The problem? Heroines don't need protecting.

Or as Gabe had done, to rescue your betrothed from some evil force. That appealed to him. But he'd yet to find a damsel in distress, oppressed by evil and in need of rescue.

One cowboy is never enough.

On the whole, she reflected with a loopy clarity while pain clanged back and forth in her head and the guard held her upright, she liked being rescued. It was better than not being rescued. Definitely.