I Wish You Would Quotes

They will not be pleased. But they know we must catch the monsoon with a well-found ship; and they know they are in the Navy–they have chosen their cake, and must lie on it.’ You mean, they cannot have their bed and eat it.’ No, no, it is not quite that either. I mean–I wish you would not confuse my mind, Stephen.

The late F. W. H. Myers used to tell how he asked a man at a dinner table what he thought would happen to him when he died. The man tried to ignore the question, but, on being pressed, replied: “Oh well, I suppose I shall inherit eternal bliss, but I wish you wouldn’t talk about such unpleasant subjects.”

I wish you wouldn’t make the strings such an important part of your arrangements because frankly they’re only a tax dodge!

But then I realize there is never going to be a day when I stand before God and He looks at me and says, ‘I wish you would have kept more for yourself.’ I’m confident that God will take care of me.

I wish you wouldn’t walk in and out of my mind as though it was a railway station!

I wish you would moderate that fondness you have for your children. I do not mean you should abate any part of your care, or not do your duty to them in its utmost extent, but I would have you early prepare yourself for disappointments, which are heavy in proportion to their being surprising.

I wish you would let an old man, who has had his share of fighting, remind you that battles, like hypotheses, are not to be multiplied beyond necessity.

I wish you would add an index rerum, that when the reader recollects any incident he may easily find it.

I wish you would be more true to your demographic profile. Life is confusing enough.

I wish you would read a little poetry sometimes. Your ignorance cramps my conversation.

I wish you would notice that you are heterosexual.

I wish you would recollect that Painting and Punctuality mix like Oil and Vinegar, and that Genius and regularity are utter Enemies and must be to the end of time.

I wish you would grow to the understanding that you choose heterosexuality.

I wish you would thrash him. He deserves it.” She looked back at him. “I will one day, sir. I’m getting tired of falling down.

Can you deep fry the bacon? Oh how I wish you would.