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Melissa officinalis
When Cecily said she wanted something, it did not express an idle desire but an iron determination.
For Fleur de Chine, I imagined the romantic and mysterious women from Asia's cinematic past-from the '30s femme fatale in a cheongsam and dark lipstick, to the'60s Hong Kong heroine of In the Mood for Love. I wanted to capture that fascinating, exquisite and slightly scandalous femininity.
Jane Austen Emma
I wonder who you'll marry now, Esther.
I think Queen Elisabeth II is a charming woman.
Previously, when I began to write this tale, I set out by saying that Mlle. Claude was a whore. She is a whore, of course, and I'm not trying to deny it, but what I say now is
if Mlle. Claude is a whore then what name shall I find for the other women I know?
Fie, wrangling queen!
Whom everything becomes, to chide, to laugh,
To weep; whose every passion fully strives
To make itself, in thee, fair and admired!
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
When Cecily comes to sit beside me, we rest our heads together and I tell her a final story about the twins. The one whose grief drove him to set the country ablaze. And the one who found a way to love her captor.
To think Viviane was beautiful required a certain acquired taste. It was the kind of beauty perceived only through the eyes of love.
PRUELLA GOODE 1891-1929 I'M DEAD. LET'S HAVE A PARTY. He
Jessica, who loves stories,
Queen Morgause," said Gwenever thoughtfully, "must have been a strange person.
How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil?
A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!
I got a girl named Bony Maronie, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni.
Jesper Llewellyn Fahey, that is enough!" Colm roared. (...)
Inej cocked her head to one side. "Jesper Llewellyn Fahey?"
"Shut up," said Jesper. "It's a family name."
Inej made a solemn bow. "Whatever you say, Llewellyn.
Helen, who was wild to be doing, and who had no patience for the limitation of words, or of thoughts, or even of the body, though she trusted the body most.
The Queen of Monsea, in trousers and short hair, looking for all the world like a miniature pirate.
She was the sort of girl called "bonny" - not beautiful, but lively and nicely made, with something about her that took the eye.
At the door Queen Phillipa turned slowly back. "Love," she repeated, her face suddenly gone girlishly soft before it turned to pale marble again. "Love fades, poor Joan, and then there is only duty and remembrance.
I love Lady Stoneheart!
What is your name?"
"Again sir, that is no concern of yours."
"A mystery," he said. "I shall have to call you Clorinda."
...
"Judith! What the devil? exclaimed Peregrine. "Has there been an accident?"
"Judith," repeated the gentleman of the curricle pensively. "I prefer Clorinda.
Everything begins with chioce.
Berthe was wonderfully well educated for a Frenchwoman of that period, and surprisingly handsome for a Frenchwoman of any.
Anne-Marie Costallat, born October 8, 1944. I was beginning high school and masturbating twice a day, curling over it like a dead leaf, when she was born, in a bed of violets, as she says - all French mothers tell their children that.
Tall and thin, Mademoiselle Baptistine was a pale and gentle person. She was the incarnation of the word 'respectable,' whereas to be 'venerable,' a woman should lso be a mother.
Claire was de rigeuer even in disgrace.
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; ...
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).
From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.
Marlys was a sturdy woman in her fifties, white curls clinging to her scalp like vanilla frosting. She wore rimless glasses, a homemade red-checked gingham dress, and low-topped Nikes. Short-nosed and pale, she had a small pink mouth that habitually pursed in thought, or disapproval.
The law. Lady Frances, is an uncertain animal. It has twists and turns that surprise the non-legal mind.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
The elder Miss Larkin
Cordelia! stay a little. Ha! What is't thou say'st? Her voice was ever soft.
[Myrnin to Claire about their costumes of Pierrot and Harlequin, respectively]
"Don't they teach you anything in your schools?"
"Not about this."
"Pity. I suppose that's what comes of your main education flowing from Google.
What do you think, Elizabeth?" Dad turned to me.
"Um, my name's still Chelsea. Remember, you named me that yourself? When I was born?
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
She was what is called a fine looking woman for her time of life,
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Neither does she have a name
none that I could find even in my most persistent researches: Julian's gentle lady, I mean; she whom I sought and chased and wooed (as it were) down a warren of historical tunnels.
I'm Beatrice. You were my first kiss, I fell asleep in your arms in your precious orchard. -Julia
... dearest, loveliest Elizabeth [ ... ] By you, I was properly humbled.
The finest woman that ever walked the streets.
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
My name's Margareta, by the way." "Oh," I said, then thought that I ought to say something more. She looked as if she were expecting a reply, but what could I say? What could I possibly have to say about her name? Her name was Margareta. Okay. Good. Nice name.
committing suicide. Therese did manage to arrange for
Morgause laughed as she mounted her horse with some help from a footman. "I see through your protests, Merlin. You are quite amorous of me, I know it." Merlin looked like he swallowed a frog. "Lady," he said. "Wise, old lady. Please depart lest I be forced to help you depart.
JAQUES: Rosalind is your love's name?
ORLANDO: Yes, just.
JAQUES: I do not like her name.
ORLANDO: There was no thought of pleasing you when she was christened.
If Helene was with child, either Basile Auger had astonishing ejaculatory capabilities, impregnating her from halfway around the world, or she'd lain with another man.
Brigitte Bardot was one of the first women to be really modern and treat men like love objects, buying them and discarding them. I like that.
Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the moaning. SCORPIUS:
silver jubilee. He
She ne'er was really charming till she died.
MARIE ,THE MADAM-She has the looks of Liz Taylor and the brains of a Wall Street broker. " We were lovers for a hot five minutes when I first hit the TL. Marie always liked a lot of diamonds,and I've always liked alot of girls. With that combination,we're better off as friends.
Grace-" He scowled, then laughed. "What the devil is your middle name?"
"Catriona." she whispered.
"Grace Catriona Eversleigh," he said, loud and sure, "I love you.
Hazel Grace, I love it when you talk medical to me.
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
I have always been drawn to the Restoration period of Charles II. I have a soft spot for Charles Stuart, who was always loving and kind to the opposite sex. The members of his court were fascinating, and Barbara Castlemaine was one of the greatest courtesans in history.
Elisabeth." The way the Goblin King said my name made my heart flutter. "Will you marry me?" This time, it was a long time before I replied. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I will.
Queen Vasilisa Sabina Rhea Dragomir, first of her name.
I love you, Elizabeth ... and more than that, I like you. I enjoy spending time with you.
Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her
Did you just call me BEATRICE?
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Queen. The lady doth protest too much, methinks. [225] Hamlet
Coralie Casey was the kind of woman calories were made for; that dewy peaches-and-cream complexion, glossy cherry lips, the succulence of her body beneath that orange, silky dress. A cornucopia of curves, you could say, except it was probably better not to think about horns of plenty.
She gave anyone who saw her a sensation of April and of dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of auroral light in womanly form.
her youth passed in renaissance glory
Jane accept me quickly. Say, Edward - give me my name - Edward - I will marry you.
Catharine Victoria Santoro di Valleria." Cat blinked. "Why are you 'full naming' me?
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
Edwina always enjoyed a morning ride. Some mornings she rode the horse, and some mornings she rode the groom.
Joan of Arc is my namesake. I played her character while still in my teens, at a music festival held at the University of Colorado in Boulder.
ISMENE: How can I live alone, without her?
CREON: Her? Don't even mention her
she no longer exists.
ISMENE: What? You'd kill your own son's bride?
CREON: Absolutely: there are other fields for him to plow.
One of the things I find exciting about Joan of Arc is how clearly the story of her life reveals the creation of myth, a process in which every one of us is involved - every one of us who tells stories and all those who listen, each informing the other.
The truth is, Pierre - " "Percy.
The motorcycle black madonna Two wheeled gypsy queen.
There is the matter of the girl, niece and heiress to the dead man. She is of great beauty," said Cadfael plainly, asserting his right to recognise and celebrate even the beauty of women, though their enjoyment he had now voluntarily forsworn,
The first woman who spent any amount of time aboard this ship was Elizabeth de Obregon, whom we salvaged from the wrack of the Manila Galleon at the same time as him who burned it, one Edouard de Gex."
"He's dead, by the way."
"Again? I am glad to hear it.
daughter-in-law, Cecy, with whom she had become dear friends.
You Englishman, who have no right in this Kingdom of France, the King of Heaven orders and commands you through me, Joan the Maid, that you quit your fortresses and return into your own country, or if not, I shall make such mayhem that the memory of it will be perpetual. - Joan of Arc
I tell you this, madam, no man at court will be able to fart soon without asking Cecil first.
If pushed to say what I like about Elizabeth, who, as I'm sure most of you know, overtook Queen Victoria this week to become our longest-serving monarch, it would be her uncomplaining, getting-on-with-it ethic.
What did Isabelle want?" Jace asked.
Alec hesitated. "Isabelle says the Queen of the Seelie Court has requested an audience with us."
"Sure," said Magnus. "And Madonna wants me as a backup dancer on her next world tour.
Which Esther Williams do you want to hear about?
The only woman to whom it has been given to touch what is decisive in the present world and to have a presentiment of the world of the future.
Jean Shrimpton was the most beautiful of all the models I have known. To walk down the King's Road, Chelsea, with Shrimpton was like walking through the rye. Strong men just keeled over right and left as she strode up the street.
The unique thing about Margaret Rutherford is that she can act with her chin alone. Among its many moods I especially cherish the chin commanding, the chin in doubt, and the chin at bay.
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
No. No way. That name is reserved for females with grace and elegance, not this girl. This girl is ... beastly.
Hera the cow queen,
She is a woman of an excellent assurance, and an extraordinary happy wit, and tongue. Ben Jonson, Epicoene, or The Silent Woman
Too bad,Elizabeth. You're Stuck with me.Not for a few decades,not for centuries. You're tied to me forever. That boy and girl offspring you talked off? They'll come from me
or no one.
People who say Jane or talk about Janeites revolt me. The sort that can walk with kings and not lose that common touch. 'Miss Austen to you' is what I feel inclined to say.
Her name was Marroca, probably her maiden name, and she pronounced it as though it had fifteen r's in it.
Lothaire rolled his eyes. Mothman. Really, Elizabeth? Really?
Ignazio Michele Vitale," I say playfully, intentionally flubbing the middle name, just to get more of a rise out of him. "I can't believe you were singing a song from the eighties."
"You were seeing things.