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Maya, Indian goddess of illusions. Siren of shipwrecked sailors. If only you lactated Pinot Noir, you'd be perfect.
I am thrilled to write 'The Treasure Chest,' and to bring to life not only the childhoods of famous people from history, but also the characters of Maisie and Felix, who I hope you will fall in love with just as I have!
The blushing beauties of a modest maid.
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, Music.
Mousy. It was the only word Travis could think to describe Mary Warner when she stepped off the plane. His heart sank and took a moment to rally itself. Long legs, that was all he'd asked for, and what did he get? Minnie Mouse.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
pretty mother of two young children
Oh, by the way, is this your armor? (Grace)
It is, or was. (Julian)
Can we keep it? (Grace)
If you like. Why? (Julian)
'Cause, ooo baby, you are one hot tamale in that getup. This outfit alone will get you laid at least four or five times a day. (Grace)
She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
The finest woman that ever walked the streets.
Let me repeat with quite force: I was, and still am, despite mes malheurs, an exceptionally handsome male; slow moving tall, with dark soft hair and a gloomy but all the more seductive cast of demeanour.
Madeline Hatter. Her lavender-streaked teal hair exploded around her in messy curls. The polka-dotted, striped, and lacy layers of her skirt were bunched and fluffed. Her teacup hat tilted low over one ear. "Whoops,
ORANGE MARMALADE',
Figjams, her mum would call them: Fuck I'm Great, Just Admire Me.
Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.
Apelles used to paint a good housewife on a snail, to import that she home-keeping.
If I wasn't Maryse ... I would want to be.
perfection. She's pink and pretty and glistening and perfect.
She [Mme des Laumes] belonged to that half of the human race in whom the curiosity the other half feels about the people it does not know is replaced by an interest in the people it does.
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.
Evie, Evie, my girl, my heart.
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
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 love her. My piano. play the sh*t outta her.
Pam: Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?
He had come abroad to enjoy the Flemish painters and all others; but what fair-tressed saint of Van Eyck or Memling was so interesting a figure as Madame de Mauves?
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
I love Merion and I don't even know her last name.
The elder Miss Larkin
My name is Catherine Elizabeth Deeley and I am a huge Mulberry fan ... Almost an addict! Bags, shoes, knitwear, bikinis, whatever Emma Hill designs, I normally want in copious amounts! This is an easy, breezy, Grace Kelly in High Society piece. A timeless dress, just perfect!
But Sissy had a way of bringing out the "fun" side of anybody if she'd a mind to. To quote Janie Mae, "Sissy came out of my womb with her middle finger raised.
The goddess of beauty is the goddess Kitsch.
She's a serial kisser. I think her parents are French.
Gilly Gilleshpee
For Nicole, my idea of beauty
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Killer skirt, deadly legs.
My mother's name was Miriam, but most people called her Mim.
Meredith Chambers, hottest romance agent in New York, filthiest mouth east of the Mississippi. Or west, come to think of it. Some women walking by give her a shocked, slightly annoyed expression. She responds with aplomb. "Legs together, ladies. I'm not afraid of a little muff diving.
Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.
Extraordinary women who love and heal.
I pray, what flowers are these? The pansy this, O, that's for lover's thoughts.
She had a pretty name but she knew she wasn't pretty.
Hazel Grace, I love it when you talk medical to me.
Helen, thy beauty is to me
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.
Her name was Tolly Mune, but in the stories they call her all sorts of things.
Artemis simple-toon
Pretty thing," whispered an old woman from a doorway in Maktahm. "Pretty skin. Pretty bones."
"This way, Master," called another.
"Come inside."
"Rest your feet."
"Rest your bones."
"Pretty bones."
"Pretty blood."
"Drink your magic."
"Eat your life."
"Come inside.
airing the marmots
Here it comes - Little Ms. Sassy Panties. Let me rephrase, Little Mrs. Sassy Panties.
She gets naughty with her Pilates body
And she thinks it's really funny when her nose goes bloody
Mia was love. She was everything. She loved me, she pushed me, and she inspired me.
This is the real Madame. I can see why she hides herself in accents and gems and exotic perfumes. I can see why she's grown to hate anything to do with love. She isn't evil or corrupt the way that Vaughn is. She's broken. Only broken.
Jessica, who loves stories,
Jane, nice to meet you! I'm Amabella's mum, and I have Jackson in Year 2. That's Amabella, by the way, not Annabella. It's French. We didn't make it up.
But I am not sick, or crazy, or broken.
I am Meda Melange, demon-saint monster girl. I make full-grown men scream in terror. I break bones and drain blood. I turn nightmares into reality.
I am the most powerful creature on earth. I do not wear a leash.
I'm not a Frenchie, I'm a Belgie!
Yours is ... il sent comme lavande."
Is that French for 'You stink'?"
It means 'lavender'."
Huh." She sniffed at her wrist. "I thought I smelled more like a grape Popsicle.
Sylvie had an amazing life, but she didn't get to live it very often.
My Megan is a sunrise, always changing, but beautiful the entire time.
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
Mother's tits, Rhys,
A girl who would never play in a tournament. She'd been butchered by agents of the Red Rose when they'd been unable to steal her away.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
Megs to Jules "Go get your apagasms.
Roberta Marieschi
Soap shining beauty.
The name Sissy came because my brothers called me that.
Now there were a few skirt-wearing, firm-breasted Algerian women who shuttled between our world and the world of the roumis, down in the French neighborhoods. We brats used to call them whores and stone them with our eyes. They were fascinating targets, because they could promise the pleasures of
I am terrible with people's names.
You posses a quality which can never belong to Mademoiselle Danglars. It is that indefinable charm which is to a woman what perfume is to the flower and flavor to the fruit, for beauty of either is not the only quality we seek.
I am Graceful Gracious Grace
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
My beautiful Ivey.
Claudette turned her arms upward to show us her tattooed wrists. One held the skull and crossbones of the Wilted Rose. The other resembled the flag which adorned the mast above us. A ship's wheel with two swords crossed through it.
To all the girls I've loved before,
To Sylvie, Sophie, Gabrielle and Lenore,
The raven may tap and crow upon my door,
But regardless of any plans of fate, or enticing lures,
I promise to love you forevermore.
Laurelyn is the medicine that heals all my pain
Pretty, but badly dressed," breath of an oracle which had passed by her and vanished after depositing in her heart one of the two germs which must afterwards fill the whole life of the woman, coquetry. Love is the other.
Mrs Poste, who had wished people to live beautiful lives and yet be ladies and gentlemen.
A huge meringue with polio who drives everywhere in a beautifully restored Hillman Imp.
fine artistry of my paintings. Her profile
I will tell you what Jeanne was like. She was like a piano in a country where everyone has had their hands cut off.
DeFrees, a dealer in nineteenth-century watercolors who for all her stiff clothes and strong perfumes was a hugger and a cuddler, with the old-ladyish habit of liking
Maryse was more than a girl. She was a force.
Tatiana is a ridiculously curvy thing of dreams, with smooth succulent thighs, long strawberry blond cascading beneath a teal bandana, and a nympho sparkle in her eyes that says pick me, lick me, spank me, or I punish you. Raw innocence and mayhem at once.
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
Katherine the Midwife
I'm so into momminess.
She called herself Mater Tantibus." I scraped the rust off my Latin. "Mother of Nightmares?" "Pretentious, right?" Said the Grand Matriarch of the House of Dead Roses, I thought, but I was smart enough not to say that out loud.
Here's to Mulberry Jane
She made jam when she came
Somebody cut off her feet
Now jelly rolls in the street.
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
'Miele' is a code name for a girl who has a double life.
Janelle, you're my home.
It was the serene cheerfulness of a man who has no nightmares, who feels at peace with himself and everyone else. They [Americans] were almost all of them like that. And it definitely got Maigret's back up. It made him think of clothing that was too neat, too clean, too well-pressed.
She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d'Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.
She was small-boned and exquisite, and naked like the rest of them, with nothing on her but a garland of flowers and a pink hair ribbon, frequent props on the sex-kiddie sites.
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.
On the one hand, Sylvie loves the feeling of being like everybody else... on the other hand when she feels most like a freak is when shes getting away with not being one.
She made sadness beautiful