#ducks

She knew he would never be your average duckling, but he tried hard and he was very lovable. In fact, she might have loved him a little more than the others, though she'd never have admitted it. ↗

— Mordicai Gerstein (Illustrator)

#love

I've always looked upon the Ducks as caricature human beings. Perhaps I've been years writing in that middle world that J.R.R. Tolkien describes, and never knew it. ↗

— Carl Barks

#been #beings #caricature #describes #ducks

Kids must spend half their lives throwing things at the ducks in Regent's Park. How come he managed to pick a duck that pathetic? ↗

— Nick Hornby

#humor #life #life

Dealing with network executives is like being nibbled to death by ducks. ↗

— Eric Sevareid

#dealing #death #ducks #executives #like

If you are stealing people's thunder just by being around and standing there; you really can't expect people to like you. People want their own thunder to be heard loud and wide, not yours! Swans should never despair over ducks not liking them. ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#believe-in-yourself #ducks #envy #evil-envy #human-nature

I don't have ugly ducklings turning into swans in my stories. I have ugly ducklings turn into confident ducks. ↗

— Maeve Binchy

#ducks #i #into #stories #swans

The thing about fashion - it's like ducks going quack, quack quack. It's being dictated from above, and it just makes me want to rebel against it. ↗

— Sara Blakely

#above #against #being #dictated #ducks

I do have my ducks in line if I want to do it, but I'd love to see the Republicans pick somebody that was going to win and take over this country and frankly, to use the expression, 'Make America great again.' ↗

— Donald Trump

#america #country #ducks #expression #frankly

I get a lot of letters. Not only from children but from adults, too. Almost every week, every month, clippings come in from some part of the world where ducks are crossing the street. ↗

— Robert McCloskey

#children #clippings #come #crossing #ducks

Jem and Will had set up camp on one of the long tables in the back of the library, ostensibly to help advise her, but more likely, it seemed, to mock and be amused by her consternation. “You point your feet out too much when you walk,” Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront, and appeared not to notice Tessa glaring at him. “Camille walks delicately. Like a faun in the woods. Not like a duck.” “I do not walk like a duck.” “I like ducks,” Jem observed diplomatically. “Especially the ones in Hyde Park.” He glanced sideways at Will; both boys were sitting on the edge of the high table, their legs dangling over the side. “Remember when you tried to convince me to feed a poultry pie to the mallards in the park to see if you could breed a race of cannibal ducks?” “They ate it too,” Will reminisced. “Bloodthirsty little beasts. Never trust a duck. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #will-herondale #business