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The goddess Nemesis, Bertol Grimmer's favourite motif after the War. The goddess of revenge.
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
Alison Rosen IWHI! From the easter egg chapter.
She is written in a foreign tongue.
The Queen of Monsea, in trousers and short hair, looking for all the world like a miniature pirate.
The girl was beautiful, her skin like fresh cream and her long hair so dark it seemed to suck the color out of everything it surrounded. She was small. French women all seemed to be small-boned bird creatures, delicate in a way Eby could never be.
Her hair is full of icy wind and daylight. She is every princess, every queen, in the history book.
I always thought there was something French about her, ever since the word 'insouciance' flitted across the surface of my mind the first time we met.
I'm Ali and I'm fabulous.
- Alison DiLaurentis
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
The siren that is this city speaks to us insistently even after we've moved away. She belongs to us, truly, and to each in a different way. Paris nous appartient.
There were many beautiful vipers in those days and she was one of them. ("Eveline's Visitant")
She is rich in beauty.
After the most amazing head I've ever gotten in my life over the longest period of time imaginable, I climax into Isa's mouth and she drinks me up like what I'm offering is life sustaining.
Pam: Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?
The smiling daughter of the storm.
What is her name? I don't know. I know her eyebrows.
She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague "she" of all the poetry books.
The Love of Europa: She called herself Europa. She was wild in her wandering, a drop of free water. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.
She's a mystery, a cipher, something nearly extinct these days: a person not controlled by ambition or greed or a crass need for attention, but by a desire to experience life completely and to make life a little easier for the people around her
Is she not beautiful? Is she not powerful? Is she not regal? Is she not YOU?
The finest woman that ever walked the streets.
Shalom Aleichem!!
Mistress L for Lethal, that's me.
I would like to know the given name of the woman who can kiss me so passionately she makes me want to climb to the roof tops and roar.
Alis volat propiss. (She flies with her own wings.)
Her joke of a name aside, her general unprettiness aside, she was, in terms of permanently memorable, immoderately perceptive, small-area faces, a stunning and final girl.
Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
The world was often ugly and painful, filled with hate, sadness, and despair. But Aria? She made sense in a senseless world. She was the rainbow to my everlasting thunderstorms.
She has the kind of beauty that shames your understanding of the word.
She is the waking dream I've had for so long.
His unashamed, avenging queen.
Celaena Sardothien, arrogant and brave and skilled, Celaena who did not know fear or despair, Celaena who was a weapon hones by Death.
Florence Nightendick
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.
The French woman says,
'I am a woman and a Parisienne,
and nothing foreign to me
appears altogether human.'
I am Celaena Sardothien,Adarlan's Assasin.If these men knew who i was,they'd stop laughing.I am Celaena Sardothien.I am going to win.I will not be afraid.
Aubrey - "Apparently she wears a black leather catsuit and a golden mask."
Irene - "Any details on the mask?"
Aubrey - "I think people are usually too busy looking at the black leather catsuit.
She is loveliness itself.
She's like a queen, magnificently tall, with a lovely figure, a stately neck, and a face of the most delicate and finished modelling: the flow of surface from the temples over the cheek is exactly like the carving of a Phidean goddess
But it was not her beauty that was arresting. It was her style, a sort of insolence toward life, her total lack of caution, her fearless and abundant pride.
The god is the beautiful.
She is beautiful, isn't she? (Lochlan)
Like the first day of spring after a long, harsh winter. (Sin)
A genial and cultured Arab, Ameen Rihani, whose English is perfect and whose eloquence is astounding. He will discuss with equal eagerness and knowledge the merits of Picasso or Van Gogh, or the Zionist question, or the British achievements in Arabia.
The pearl-grey city, the opal that is Paris ...
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls.
Gilly Gilleshpee
All glory to Adonai!
Great is thy love.
Great is thy mercy.
Great is thy faithfulness.
Och, Sarah, how shall I call augh' beautiful again unless it be the sight of you?
Ahimsa is the very definition of woman and there is no place for untruth in her heart. If she is true to herself she is no longer Abala
the weak, but she is Sabala
the strong ...
Mercedes is a pretty princess
Beauty is terror.
She has a beautiful heart that plays a euphonious symphony. She is the Zahir that touches your Soul.
And what is beauty?" "Terror.
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, Music.
Her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.
I am lost without you, duchess." "Then you are found. Because you will not be without me ever again." She dipped her brow to his chest. "I will never leave you."
-Luc & Arabella
Queen Vasilisa Sabina Rhea Dragomir, first of her name.
A beautiful woman, Simone Weil said, seeing herself in the mirror, knows "This is I." An ugly woman knows with equal certainty, "This is not I." Maud knew this neat division represented an over-simplification. The doll-mask she saw had nothing to do with her, nothing.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
She has big searching eyes that see the good in people despite the evil she has seen, and she has a comforting kind of eternal beauty, her skin like the folds of a velvet shawl. Her
I am the Sovereign of Iss!" the girl declared. "And you are the daughter of Ciwril Xidyla! They had better listen to us.
A woman's beauty is one of her great missions.
With her enchanting songs, her rare beauty, and clever tricks, this wild 'wanderess' ensnared my soul like a gypsy-thief, and led me foolish and blind to where you find me now. The first time I saw her, fires were alight. It was a spicy night in Barcelona. The air was fragrant and free.
I love you, Jemmaline Girard. I always have and I always will. You are my future and my forever. You have already claimed the deepest part of my soul, femme de mon coeur.
[Diontsos].
Swoony type,
long hair, bedroom eyes,
cheeks like wine.
blessed be
she
who is
both
furious
and
magnificent
Beauty is the name of something that doesn't exist
She is my salvation, my reason for existence, my queen.
There is none more beautiful than the lover of beauty.
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.
She has the majesty of hurricanes and explosions.
The bewildering beauty of Paris ...
I'd like to add her initial to my monogram...
women of exotic appearance.
Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come.
She is best who is least spoken of among men, whether for good or evil.
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.
But, though French, she was also very brave...
I have lov'd her ever since I saw her; and still I see her beautiful
louche, wearing a gauzy neck scarf and
The heroine of my writings is She, whom I love with all the forces of my being, She who always was, is and will be beautiful, is Truth
Sovereign of beauty, like the spray she grows;Compass'd she is with thorns and canker'd bower.Yet, were she willing to be pluck'd and worn,She would be gather'd, though she grew on thorn.
In Paris, I met a young American person who immediately became the primary inspiration which awakened my vision and the leading influence that had directed my forces. Throughout my career as an artist, I refer to this person by the word 'Woman.'
Please don't try to figure out who she is because then you might figure
THE "GLORI A SCOTT
ALIF: Painting brings to life what the mind sees, as a feast for the eyes.
LAM: What the eye sees in the world enters the painting to the degree that it serves the mind.
MIM: Consequently, beauty is the eye discovering in our own world what the mind already knows.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
She was tall and dark-skinned and looked like a Nigerian sculpture. She moved like a lioness, her every step bristling with suppressed violence.
Louise Roth Fischer, for caring about the women in Klong Prem Prison and for supporting all South Africans incarcerated abroad.
You have to know me, to know : me, better!
Even better
Petra
She is a maze where I got lost years ago, and now find the way out. She is the missing map. She is the place that I am.
Barbara Eden is the most beautiful girl in the world.
She was a riddle, who mysteriously possessed her own solution, a secret, and what are all diplomats' secrets compared with this, an enigma, and what in all the world is so beautiful as the word that solves it?
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Where is Alia?' she asked.
'Out doing what any good Fremen child should be doing in such times,' Paul said. 'She's killing enemy wounded ...
My beloved Elisa, my companion and wife, whom I love and revere, is one of the most noble of our Heavenly Father's handmaidens.
Call me Ildar! Call me Abra-ca-da-bra! My name is my name.
Melissa officinalis