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Oh, my Margaret
my Margaret! no one can tell what you are to me! Dead
cold as you lie there you are the only woman I ever loved! Oh, Margaret
Margaret!
She is dark browed, sarcastic and occasionally mean spirited. A knife amongst all this flesh, The kind of woman who starts chaos in strangers all day.
She was one of those women who kind of numb a fellow's faculties. She made me feel as if I were ten years old and had been brought into the drawing-room in my Sunday clothes to say how-d'you-do.
If you don't mind me saying, Mr. Hale. She's a keeper. He pointed in Kat's direction.
Show me a mistress that is passing fair, what doth her beauty serve but as a note where I may read who pass'd that passing fair?
She was definitely the sort of girl who puts her hands over a husband's eyes, as he is crawling in to breakfast with a morning head, and says Guess who!
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
Ah, yes. The lovely Claudia. We certainly would not want the Angel to become concerned about her hoyden of a cousin, would we?" Augusta
Ella. If you don't learn to carpe the diem, you will be, while most certainly not Nobody, something less than a Somebody.
She was the kind of woman a person could die over or kill over.
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; ...
Marie Caroline Jensen, will you do me the honor of being my permanent bitch?
That Mrs. Wiggins! Why, she's as like my sister Eva as two peas.
What had Sylvia done?
Annie is my wife, and she will remain wi' me as my wife, subject only to my rule. I will suffer no man to dishonor her or lay hand upon her so long as I live.
Busy old fool, unruly Sophie
The Lady: a fluty voice, sensible shoes, a melancholy sense of living by rules few still remember.
Janie.
Does not like.
To be called.
Buffy.
Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
To fill the world with vicious qualities.
She sicker than my mama was when she die. But she more evil than my mama and that keep her alive.
Maid Marion, who said to Robin Hood, I will not live in a house with a Little John. Never got a dinner!
Gertrude was a veteran of the love wars.
From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.
My Aunt Marsha ruled the family with a rod of iron. She was one wicked, mean woman.
Your sister Betsey Trotwood...
She is my companion on my many genealogical hunts, and I will be forever indebted to her for the knowledge that she bequeathed to me. And I can think of nobody I would rather traipse through a cemetery with, and that says a lot about a person.
Mother' (with a short scornful laugh), 'you will make me confess. The only time I saw Miss Hale, she treated me with a haughty civility which had a strong flavour of contempt in it. She held herself aloof from me as if she had been a queen, and I her humble, unwashed vassal. Be easy, mother.
Mary, often a little unwell, and always thinking a great deal of her own complaints,
[On hearing that Clare Boothe Luce was invariably kind to her inferiors:] And where does she find them?
Edith Ethel with the sweetest possible smile would beg the pillows off a whole hospital ward full of dying ... . She
To Aunt Peggy, an angel on earth if ever there was one
She was my first crush. The first woman I ever masturbated about. My first Mrs. Robinson-like, older-woman fantasy. Sister Mary Beatrice Dugan. Yep, you heard me right - she's a nun. But not just any nun, kiddies. Sister Beatrice was a NILF. I don't need to spell that one our for you, do I?
She was 18. I used to spy on her. I hated her but was sexual aroused by her nonetheless".
Harold
owned a fabric store. She
Dolores Umbridge may have looked like an iced cupcake, but she was anything but sweet. She
HONORINE BEATRIX
She has the care of a mother, the love of a sister, a prostitute in bed. Who is she?
For Lady Elaine, from her brother, Sir William,
Eleanor Vance was thirty-two years old when she came to Hill House. The only person in the world she genuinely hated, now that her mother was dead, was her sister. She disliked her brother-in-law and her five-year-old niece, and she had no friends.
It was quite a different sort of thing, a sentiment distinct and independent. Mrs. Weston was the object of a regard which had its basis in gratitude and esteem. Harriet would be loved as one to whom she could be useful. For Mrs. Weston there was nothing to be done; for Harriet every thing.
She was a long-necked, long-backed woman, who disciplined her hair and her children. She was never embarrassed, and her anger, though never permitted to be visible, made itself felt the more.
Dorothea Puente rented out rooms to the elderly
She's the kind you don't take home to mother.
your uncle Geoffrey.
The porch light came on and Aunt B swung the door open. Middle-aged and stout, with graying hair rolled into a bun, she looked like she should be baking cookies, not ruling a brood of social deviants with a penchant for hysterical laughter and kinky sex.
She loved us more than all the named things in the world.
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.
What she wanted was to donate to the world a good Maud Martha. That was the offering, the bit of art, that could not come from any other. She would polish and hone that.
who the heck is dorothy gale?
She was another tough-as-nails, tender-as-kittens, feminist bitch.
Maggie? Maggie's too busy hating herself to love anyone.
A girl who could send tear-stained telegrams.
death, she still was the most
She spoke softly and gently, like our ears needed respect, and she carried the worries of the world on her shoulders so that we did not have to. She never once complained.
She was not softly delicate in all her ways; but in disposition and temper she was altogether generous. I do not know that she was at all points a lady, but had Fate so willed it she would have been a thorough gentleman.
Miss Gerhart, the last time I saw you, you had quite a mouthful to shout at me. You're really quiet today. Cat got your tongue?
Amid all the easily loved darlings of Charlie Brown's circle, obstreperous Lucy holds a special place in my heart. She fusses and fumes and she carps and complains. That's because Lucy cares. And it's the caring that counts.
She is not a cookie. Neither is she a biscuit, a PopTart, Sweet TART, apple tart, or any other kind of pastry. She is my apprentice.
She ne'er was really charming till she died.
My Aunt Minnie would always be punctual and never hold up production, but who would pay to see my Aunt Minnie?
Lady Kimbuck gave tongue. She was Lord Evenwood's sister. She spent a very happy widowhood interfering in the affairs of the various branches of her family.
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
Jane Austen Emma
Her name is Emmilina. She is quite eccentric and was Thomas's best friend.
She was the woman in the table.
This is your aunt, Regin the Radiant. We don't believe she possesses verbal governors of any kind.
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.
Drinks on the closed-in porch. The exactness of her
God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
What is a woman that you forsake her
And the hearth fire and the home acre
To go with that old grey widow-maker?
Victoria Principal - she
One morning, some weeks after her arrival at Lowick, Dorothea - but why always Dorothea? Was her point of view the only possible one with regard to this marriage?
My wife." "By what name is she called, Kincaid?" "Mine.
She is best who is least spoken of among men, whether for good or evil.
She was a woman of reserve.
Two elder sisters. In society so superior to what she had generally known, her improvement was great. She was not of so ungovernable a temper as Lydia; and, removed from the influence of Lydia's example, she became, by proper attention and management, less irritable, less ignorant,
Grandma Singer was a fearsome creature. If we ever did have a war under my rule, my plan was to send her to the front lines. She'd come home holding the enemy by his ear within a week.
this woman I have always adored. I think
Her name's Brienne.
I have discovered that our great favorite, Miss Austen, is my countrywoman ... with whom mamma before her marriage was acquainted. Mamma says that she was then the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly she ever remembers ...
Martha
I thought you loved her.
Bernard
Enough to want her happiness above all things.
Martha
You are forty-five, aren't you? I forgot that for a moment.
Bernard
Dear Martha. You have such an attractive way of putting things.
She is a small woman with a face like a book mite; she is not without opinions.
Mrs. Crawford. As she walked into her
God's beautiful woman spares no effort to provide the best she can for her beloved family.
Miss Renata Tebaldi was always sweet and very firm ... she had dimples of iron.
She was a lovely woman, fitted both by nature and education to be an ornament to society and her family.
Living to an extraordinary age, she mourned them all equally as she buried her husband and, one by one, her children. In this suffering she found the best sort of perfection
the kind that never demands it of others.
Not only a countess but a nymph of the greenwood,
Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring! I tell thee, churlish priest, A ministering angel shall my sister be, When thou liest howling. HAMLET. What, the fair Ophelia! QUEEN GERTRUDE. Sweets to the sweet: farewell!
What's happened to her? The person that she is seems like a shell designed to cover up the person that Harold once knew her to be.
Unfortunately I'm not on the same wavelength as Maria yet in the literary sphere. She writes me such good, natural letters, but she reads ... Rilke, Bergengruen, Binding, Wiechert; I regard the last three as being below our level and the first as being decidedly unhealthy.
One look at Rebecca and Aunt B would have an instant apoplexy.
Raphael's eyebrows furrowed. "My mother's approval isn't necessary."
Aha. "Does she know that?
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
Maggie in her crude form, with her hair down her back, and altogether in a state of dubious promise, was a most undesirable niece; but now she was capable of being at once ornamental and useful.
Bessie- A man picking out a wife is like asking a cow to pick out a farmer.
(herself in the family-way),
I called her Mrs. Bennington at her insistence. When I'd referred to her as Ms. Bennington, she'd nearly bitten my head off. She was not one of your liberated women. She liked being a wife and mother. I was glad for her, it meant more freedom for the rest of us.
daughter-in-law, Cecy, with whom she had become dear friends.
he is her home, a cemetery of poems.
... Miss Marjoribanks was of the numerous class of religionists who keep up civilities with heaven, and pay all the proper attentions, and show their respect for the divine government in a manner befitting persons who know the value of their own approbation.