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At this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.
Aunt Hilda,' Violet
As we celebrate the 100th birthday of Margaret Sanger, our outrageous and our courageous leader, we will probably find a number of areas in which we may find more about Margaret Sanger than we thought we wanted to know ...
Maggie? Maggie's too busy hating herself to love anyone.
Giving the rugged repairman the eye was one thing
but Charity had no intention of snogging away a whole rainy afternoon when she was supposed to be catching up on her work. Lady Margaret was counting on her! But then again, Lady Margaret didn't have big brown eyes and a cheeky grin.
You'll always be loved, Margaret. As long as I'm alive, you'll be alive, and loved.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
You arrogant, apish, underhonest lewdster! (Maggie)
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.
Elizabeth, just like our queen. I'm Gabriel Storm.
Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.
My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.
Jane Austen Emma
closed behind Anne
Meg McCaffrey, a girl of few words and much belching.
Tell me what he was like as a baby."
"Why, Margaret, you must not be hurt, but he was much prettier than you were. I remember, when I first saw you in Dixon's arms, I said, 'Dear, what an ugly little thing!
Shirley! Don't call me Shirley!
Let us go on and see little Susan, said Margaret, drawing her companion up a grassy road-way, leading under the shadow of a forest glade. With all my heart, though I have not an idea who little Susan may be. But I have a kindness for all Susans, for simple Susan's sake.
mother's Diana-like
Florence Nightendick
Margaret the Churchwoman, her father the Dissenter, Higgins the Infidel, knelt down together. It did them no harm.
CLAIRE
I used to be a baby!
CADAN
I'm sorry.
She started dialing his cell, then hung up and tried the landline
maybe Margaret was a better bet to pick up; their parents' generation still felt morally obligated to answer phones.
It's hard to think of you as a Margaret. Maizy suits you."
"I doubt I'd answer to anything else." Maizy smiled as she adjusted the cloth.
Who are you, Lucy Snowe?
Watching the Commons tribute to Margaret Thatcher was like being suffocated inside a gigantic sticky toffee pudding, but one with nasty bogeys planted inside. There was much of the 'Margaret Thatcher who was lucky enough to know me,' especially from her own side of the House.
pretty mother of two young children
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
She was good-natured with a ribald sense of humour, breaking wind fairly frequently and uninhibitedly, then asking in a loud voice: "Who's let Johnny out of prison?" I
A sense of change, of individual nothingness, of perplexity and disappointment, overpowered Margaret. Nothing had been the same; and this slight, all-pervading instability, had given her greater pain than if all had been too entirely changed for her to recognize it.
To Aunt Peggy, an angel on earth if ever there was one
Melissa Pritchard is a treasure.
Meg, when people don't know who they are, they are open either to being Xed, or Named
But Aunt Margaret doesn't like boys," objected Elnora.
"Well, she likes me, and I used to be a boy ...
Margaret used to say that there were two kinds of women: those with clear edges to them, and those who implied mystery.
Father taught me to like wht he called 'discussion', she recalled. Margaret Thatcher never repudiated the Methodism of her childhood, with its reverence for truth-telling, hard work and puting into practice the teachings of Scripture. page 6
NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout
It seems strange to think, that what gives us most hope for the future should be called Dolores, said Margaret.
Take care. -If you do not speak- I shall claim you as my own in some presumptuous way. -Send me away at once, if I must go; -Margaret!-
My name is Anne; spelled with an e at the end." said Anne to Mrs. Thomas.
Rachel The Huffington Post
A girl who could send tear-stained telegrams.
Miss Sarah Pocket, whom I now saw to be a little dry brown corrugated old woman, with a small face that might have been made of walnut shells ...
MRS. REYES FARROW.
I'm not Meg tonight, I'm a 'doll'.
Peggy Sue, Peggy Sue, oh how my heart yearns for you.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
It begins and ends with Mackenzie.
Grace Murphy, defender of the downtrodden! Snarking one villain at a time with her acerbic wit and pointy boobs! If there was going to be super-natural mojo involved in my life, the least I could ask for was non-sagging boobs.
Back then, when I had that original idea to write about the seventeenth century, the whole thing was set in 1666. I was thinking of Margaret near the end of her life, and that was the voice I heard for her.
Meg, you have to go. I can't.Meg-- R.j. Harlick
Jenny? Just as I was considering
I was married to Margaret Joan Howe in 1940. Although not a scientist herself she has contributed more to my work than anyone else by providing a peaceful and happy home.
But I want to pay tribute to Anna Lee Woodruff, an extraordinary, selfless woman and beautiful grandmother who in her quiet determined way was a role model for her two daughters, and who left a lasting impression on so many who knew her.
Anne of Windy Poplars
She had a fierce pleasure in the idea of telling Margaret unwelcome truths, in the shape of performance of duty.
She summahs in Lake James, how mahvelous
Miriam Were has made outstanding contributions to public health in the developing world. She brings basic medical services to women and children in East Africa.
They had grown up together from childhood, and all along Edith had been remarked upon by every one, except Margaret, for her prettiness;
French name, English accent, American school. Anna confused.
Diary Amy. She was meant to be likable. Meant for someone like you to like her. She's easy to like. I've never understood why that's considered a compliment - that just anyone could like you. No matter.
Lochsong - she's like Linford Christie ... without the lunchbox.
Luce recognized her from European history class. Amy Something.
The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette.
Wife-Mother-Actress-Author The world will remember.
Mr. Laurence. I have got a letter for the lady.
I, Judy Moody, will get zero-wrong-plus-extra-credit on the spelling test! 110%! Pass it on.
Grace under pressure.
Aunt Agatha is my tough aunt, the one who eats broken bottles and conducts human sacrifices by the light of the full moon.
jumped out of her way. She burst into her office's reception area and found Margaret Daly. 'Margaret, do you know what Jacinta found out about Gobber magazine, by any chance?' Daly was taken aback by Allie's brusqueness. 'No, no, sorry, she didn't say. But she was on the phone about it, I know
What lady do you think prettiest?" Said Sallie.
"Margaret."
"Which do you like the best?"
"Jo, of course."
"What silly questions you ask!" and Jo gave a disdainful shrug as the rest laughed at Laurie's matter-of-fact tone
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.
Adele," she mouthed. Mary looked up, she couldn't help it, toward the desk where Adele sat, her back to them, her dirty blond hair draped perfectly over her lovely shoulders. "Rita," another girl from the office, "saw them both," Pauline whispered. "At lunch." She
Miriam is upset. Her voice is stretched and I can't look at her. Perhaps they beat something out of her she didn't get back.
Let me introduce you. Sophie, this is Miss Eliot, from the National Childcare Agency. Miss Eliot, this is Sophie, from the ocean.
Clare. Give me a reason to stay.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
Actually, Herbert-Miller. But call me Grace. Come in, please.
Margaret," she told me time and again, "you may be anything you wish, so long as you're never boring.
My mother's name was Miriam, but most people called her Mim.
HONORINE BEATRIX
Margaret Thatcher was beyond argument a great Prime Minister. Her tragedy is that she may be remembered less for the brilliance of her many achievements than for the recklessness with which she later sought to impose her own increasingly uncompromising views.
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
Being president of the United States is the most stressful, thankless job in the world and Margaret can't fathom why anyone would voluntarily pursue it.
Did you know they call the tower the "Iron Lady"? Hmm. Isn't that Margaret Thatched called that, too? Frankly, they don't look anything alike to me. For one thing, Maggie has two legs, and the Parisian Iron Lady has four on the floor, like me.
Shirley MacLaine: what an asshole.
An Elizabeth in brain and a Mary Stuart in spirit.
I often compare Margaret Thatcher with Florence Nightingale. She stalks through the wards of our hospitals as a lady with a lamp. Unfortunately, it's a blowlamp.
Mary, often a little unwell, and always thinking a great deal of her own complaints,
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
He shrank from hearing Margaret's very name mentioned; he, while he blamed her
while he was jealous of her
while he renounced her
he loved her sorely, in spite of himself.
Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.
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).
I will make you mine Margaret. But you will want it. I am relentless. Know it.
Homburg Molly is my daughter, Homburg Molly is my daughter.
Tina Blackstone,
Maggie Dove wanted to be a beacon of light. She dreamed of being the sort of person who made others laugh, calmed crying babies, soothed wild dogs, inspired hopefulness.
SALLY Harry, I can't do this anymore. I am not your consolation prize. Goodbye.
The Queen of Monsea, in trousers and short hair, looking for all the world like a miniature pirate.
Surely, things will get better," she said. I wanted to know just one thing. Who the hell was "Shirley," and why should I believe her?