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Her name was like an echo of an ache in her.
Try as i do, i can't recall her surname. Indeed, her very abstractedness and insubstantial personality seemed to say 'forget me'; she seemed to live in parenthesis; ...
JULIA: Oldest daughter of Julia and Agrippa. Owner of the smallest dwarf in Rome. Exiled in AD 8.
She is a woman of muscle twisted around bone.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
Gemellus, who had loved and worshiped her from afar, she who was in his arms now ...
She was beautiful and terrifying, savage and pure.
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
She lived for others, her heart tuned to their anguish and their needs.
Lauricia or Aurelia?
Honoria Smythe-Smith," Sarah said, positively grinning, "I am
so proud of you."
"I would ask why," Honoria replied warily, "but I'm not sure I
want to know the answer
She boasted the general battle-ax demeanor of an especially strict governess. This was the kind of woman who took her tea black, smoked cigars after midnight, played a mean game of cribbage, and kept a bevy of repulsive little dogs.
Alexia liked her immediately.
Helen of Troy, a hooker from Upstate New York. Never got a dinner!
She was so pretty, so elegant, it made me lonely just to look at her.
McKenna was her counterpart, her compass, her sanctuary.
Letitia! What a name. Halfway between a salad and a sneeze.
My heart beats her name
Michaela, Sara, Michaela, Sara," she murmured in a mock-thoughtful voice.
"Bitch Goddess angel versus my best friend, gee, which side do you think I'll choose?
Lexi," He breathed her name. "You have no idea what you mean to me."
-Gavriil
She was strong and stubborn but loving. She was an untouchable angel with a devil's mark. She was beautiful.
She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman ... the Goddess. Goldie. She says her name is Goldie.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Conlan: "She's not Sophia."
Angie: "She's somebody's Sophia.
Mrs. Crawford. As she walked into her
In her fury she'd broken into Valencian, indicating the deepest possible roots in the land. I was impressed with how deeply she was from here, in a way I could never imagine being from anywhere, not even my home town.
She's the Indian who lives in my attic.
She was one of those women whose features are not perfect and who in their moments of dimness may not seem even pretty, but who, excited by the blood or the spirit, become almost supernaturally beautiful.
You touch her, and I will take that dagger at your side and cut your heart out with it. (Julian)
Philo of Alexandria,
Lucretia Jane Price. A sweet name for a sweet lady that smelled of roses, spoke with a sweet drawl, and was surely made of all the sweet country things a man who hadn't eaten a good meal in a long time could imagine
molasses, sweet peas, sweet corn, freshly churned butter.
Susan Campbell has brought Isabella's fascinating forgotten story back to life with the deep research of a born historian and the vibrant readable prose style of a veteran journalist.
her youth passed in renaissance glory
She can't stand the sight of me, Helen. The one girl, the only girl who's ever really shook me up - and I horrify her.
Where is the rest of you?" -Angela Atagi-
My girl.
My Lexie.
My best friend.
I loved her. I loved her with a something so fierce I couldn't even name it.
This grossly advertised wonder [Venice], this gold idol with clay feet, this trompe-l'oeil, this painted deception, this cliche-what intelligent iconoclast could fail to experience a destructive impulse in her presence?
Her name is Portia
What had Sylvia done?
Ah, yes. The lovely Claudia. We certainly would not want the Angel to become concerned about her hoyden of a cousin, would we?" Augusta
She belongs to a race of delightful women, who never do any harm, whom everybody calls good, and who are very severe on those who do not pretend to be good.
this woman I have always adored. I think
Hail, Piper McLean," Chiron announced gravely, as if he were speaking at her funeral. "Daughter of Aphrodite, lady of the doves, goddess of love.
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
Cassandra Gregory?" I say, not able to keep the question out of my voice. "I'm Grace, your
"
The door slams in my face before I can finish.
"
daughter."
Well this is not a good start to our reunion.
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
She is loveliness itself.
Mme. de Gallardon, who could never stop herself from sacrificing her greatest social ambitions and highest hopes of someday dazzling the world to the immediate, obscure, and private pleasure of saying something disagreeable.
Jorinda and Jorindel
Her name's Brienne.
Sara!" she cried, aghast. "Mamma Sara!" She was aghast because the attic was so bare and ugly and seemed so far away from all the world. Her short legs had seemed to have been mounting hundreds of stairs.
A pale, thin, small woman, perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed, without makeup, without a single piece of jewelry, ascetic (viperous?) (her heart sullied by the world's contagion?) stands beside Eduardo, making him gigantic: she smiles mechanically.
She's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside.
-Gibraltar to Quinn
My beloved Elisa, my companion and wife, whom I love and revere, is one of the most noble of our Heavenly Father's handmaidens.
Oh, where is the innocence I must never lose?" ~Antonio
Sweet love! Sweet lines! Sweet life! Here is her hand, the agent of her heart; Here is her oath for love, her honour's pawn
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
Her name is Ago, and she belonged to the last culture to evolve in North America.
Dante, this
is Annabelle."
No. No way. That name is
reserved for females with grace
and elegance, not this girl. This girl
is ... beastly. "Annabelle," I say.
"It suits you.
Nothing on earth hurts my soul deeper than her.
Lenore - For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore - Nameless
This girl who stands so quiet and grave at the mouth of hell. This girl who is all quietness and sanity and innocence. You wondered why I wanted her?
Miranda Kerr is absolutely lovely.
She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
My lady, it is the lady empress Sextilia Augusta, mother to - ' 'She knows to whom I am mother. The entire world knows to whom I am mother. The entire world shares my shame.' The empress's voice was sharp
My place is no place for a lady."
Luisa cleared her throat in annoyance. Javier flashed a disarming smile at her. "Luisa, love, you are no longer a lady. You're a queen.
She is an attractive, robust, fleshy, large-headed woman several years younger than Laura (it seems that every one, suddenly, is at least slightly younger than she).
Rosario is safe. You were supposed to outlive me. Elisa is ten times the ruler you were. I've stolen your wife. I'm not sorry.
I miss you.
Freya, I killed a man.
Beautiful city! ... spreading her gardens to the moonlight, and whispering from her towers the last enchantments of the Middle Age ... her ineffable charm ... Adorable dreamer, whose heart has been so romantic!
Katherine the Midwife
Madeline Reynolds
Rino's mother is named Raffaella Cerullo, but everyone has always called her Lina. Not me, I've never used either her first name or her last. To me, for more than sixty years, she's been Lila. If I were to call her Lina or Raffaella, suddenly, like that, she would think our friendship was over.
In her inestimable audacity, Julia was the catalyst in my life for something beautiful. I hadn't anticipated her - hadn't even wanted her, truthfully - but there she was. A little something extra that made all the difference in the world.
La heradera del dia destruida.
(The heiress of the destroyed day.)
In our romantic groves I adored her like a divinity.
Annia of the red braid and the ferocious scowl and the long, long limbs. Annia Galeria Faustina ...
"Mine," I whispered, "Mine
ACT9.36 Now there was at Joppa a certain disciple named Tabitha, which by interpretation is called Dorcas: this woman was full of good works and almsdeeds which she did.
A raving loony. She must be," Billy
I'd like to add her initial to my monogram...
The finest woman that ever walked the streets.
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
You don't like her, do you?" "Who, me? No, I love her dearly. Evil scheming bitches are my favorite kind of people." (Risa)
The most widely criticised singers in the history of opera, Maria Callas and Franco Corelli, happen also to be the best singers. I am honoured for being part of their group.
I want you, Rosa,' Antonio said, turning to her. 'I want you with your scars and your suffering. You are my wife and everything that has happened to you only makes you more precious to me.
Maggie Nelson cuts through our culture's prefabricated structures of thought and feeling with an intelligence whose ferocity is ultimately in the service of love. No piety is safe, no orthodoxy, no easy irony. The scare quotes burn off like fog.
Artemis: Holly, how did you find me?
Holly: Oh, I saw a huge explosion and wondered: now, who could that be?
Beautiful, brave and possessed of violent tendencies. I like her.
There were many beautiful vipers in those days and she was one of them. ("Eveline's Visitant")
AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!' he screamed.
'So that's Sara,' I said.
'Yes.'
'She seems nice.
She is rich in beauty.
She was the goddess of... herself.
Ursula is something I will never feel again: she is Melancholy, cut into the soul and flesh.
This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.
This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.
serenity, the calm daughter of tolerance
She's a lovely young woman from upstate New York, but you should be very thankful for those romance-novel-reading, tween-movie-watching women. They've had a big hand in making our town a success." "And Julian's love life, once he learned to spray himself with glitter.
I loved a lass, a fair one,As fair as e'er was seen;She was indeed a rare one,Another Sheba queen:But, fool as then I was,I thought she loved me too:But now, alas! she's left me,Falero, lero, loo!
How wicked it would be, if we could, to call the dead back! She said not to me but to the chaplain, 'I am at peace with God.' She smiled, but not at me. Poi si torno all' eterna fontana.
C'mon, Tabitha. You stabbed me the night we met without even blinking. (Valerius)
Yeah, but you were a dirtbag then. (Tabitha)
I think I'm offended. (Valerius)
something so regal and linear about her.