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Minho looks like a main character of a manga.
A pale, thin, small woman, perfectly coiffed, perfectly dressed, without makeup, without a single piece of jewelry, ascetic (viperous?) (her heart sullied by the world's contagion?) stands beside Eduardo, making him gigantic: she smiles mechanically.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
Helen, thy beauty is to me
My abuela was an incredible cook.
When I was going to Paris for Paris Fashion Week, I'd often walk down the street and go into all the different shops that we didn't necessarily have in the U.K., and Maje was definitely one of the ones that stood out for me.
Lysandra Barbas, please meet Princess Cleiona Bellos.
Nothing but beauty and douceur
La tristesse durera toujours.
[The sadness will last forever.]
What is her name? I don't know. I know her eyebrows.
Our Darling Eva We Love You
Festina lente. You know what that means?"
Hurry slowly."
Bene." He smiled.
-A Good & Happy Child
Hera the cow queen,
You are my mere jaan, my life, Kelsey Hayes.
Et itah se au ma! It is as you wish!
She's intense and passionate, so she's perfect.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
Que Quowle" -stay with me forever-
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
That one time I had ma Latina texture going on.. Or just.. everyday.
That girl can barely spell her name.
Sofia the kind of woman no matter what she have in her hand she make it look like a weapon.
Manassa naught,
a padded white envelope
with no return address,
landlocked and antiseptic,
exploited like a gas station.
Beauty
passes through in the briefest of cameos.
Well, schmear my bagel, if it isn't Mara Dyer.
The God of More Than Enough.God-- Joel Osteen
If only more people in life said, This is what I must have.
Voluit!
Petra Hermans
25 September 2016
The smouldering eroticism of great European actresses like Jeanne Moreau demonstrated to my generations women's archetypal mystery and glamour, completely missing from the totalitarian world-view of the misogynist Foucault. For me, the big French D is not Derrida, but Deneuve.
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.
There's a phrase over the door; she called to him. "Haec est porta coeli." ... "Here is the gate to heaven.
When I come home, I'm just Maisie, and everywhere I go, I'm just Maisie!
I will always love you. You saved me, Rania."
"No, you saved me."
"We saved each other, then,
Oh dios mio, she makes me burn, she makes me need. She is etching herself into mi alma
Sestrilla, hafelina
Jue amourasestrilla
Awou jue selaviena
En patre jue
Translation:
Beloved one, little cat
I love you for all time
In this time
And all others
We're all attracted to the perfume of fermenting joy, we've all tried to start a fire, and one day maybe it will blaze up on its own. In the meantime, she is the one today among us most able to bear the idea of her own beauty ...
Sapere aude. Dare to be wise.
I can't ever lose you, Danika. I'm not sure I'd survive it."
"You've got me. And I'm not going anywhere. Not ever.
Toy Empressario
Wonder Afficianado
Avid Shoewearer
Mashiara. Beloved of heart and soul, it meant, but a love lost, too. Lost beyond regaining.
Is it Rilla-my-Rilla?
Her name was Mora ... and she was waiting.
Nesy. At last.
It has to be her. Who else can make Aydan smile? Make me smile.
Over the years I've learnt to live with two persons in my heart. One is Edson, who has fun with his friends and family; the other is the football player Pele. I didn't want the name. 'Pele' sounds like baby-talk in Portuguese.
Michael Andreas Helmuth Ende
Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
Love of life lives forever
Eva. Every day I've climbed up the belfry chanting a lucky chant at one syllable per beat, To-day-to-day-let-her-be-here-to-day-to-day.
Verte was the kingdom's head sorceress, oracle, palace grump, and the only reason I hadn't died of sheer boredom.... One time, I blew up her caudron trying to make soup. In retaliation, she sent me a billy goat that ate my entire closet's contents.
Women have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile,
They will, they will not; fools that on them trust;
For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
[It., Femmina e cosa garrula e fallace:
Vuole e disvuole, e folle uom chi sen fida,
Si tra se volge.]
She is written in a foreign tongue.
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
She is here
because no-one else was there when worn-to-skeleton
her enemy died. Her love. Her twin.
Marghanita dreamed the intravenous, the intensive
the stainless steel
before she ever saw them. She's not practical,
you know, they used to say.
She's the artist, she got away.
La Closerie, in Ansouis.
ardor which is tapas; the name Indra
Un momento con una donna capricciosa vale undici anni di vita noiosa.
A single moment with a fiery female is worth eleven years of a boring life.
I got a girl named Bony Maronie, she's as skinny as a stick of macaroni.
Material girls like Madonna Model for Donatella
The whorl of her stars.
From no place can you exclude the fates.
[Lat., Nullo fata loco possis excludere.]
Pick this one, she vibrates!
I have traveled all over the world and gone to the highest peaks, and the densest jungles. The Carpathain Mountians will always be my homeland, but my home is a woman. Solange Sangria. You are home to me. Your body is my home. Your mind. Your heart and soul. It matters little to me where we are.
My father who art in hell, Lestat be your name.
Marjoram ... Blushes.
All the world stand, unless all the world confess that in all the world there is no maiden fairer than the Empress of La Mancha, the peerless Dulcinea del Toboso.
And mo the merier is a Prouerbe eke.
[The more the merrier.]
You are so stubborn."
"I am? I? Woman who insists everything be her way? You must wear hard white shoes. You must remove your weapons. You must travel in a car. You must not kiss me even though I wrap my legs around you when you do. Must must must. I weary of that word.
corn maque choux. He
Margo was so beautiful that even her fake smiles were convincing. (54)
Janelle, you're my home.
...she's the jammiest bit of jam, isn't she
Little princess, lovely as the dawn, well named Aurore.
Dearest Virgin - um, Dearest Most-Definitely-Not-a-Virgin Lassiter,
Looking forward to never meeting again,
Jessamin Olea
The mangosteen, queen of the tropical fruit.
Dear Diary, the Heroine never cries.
Will you be my forever, Donia?
She is the only true thing.
But you are not finished. You are my masterpiece, Helene Aquilla, but I have just begun. If you survive, you shall be a force to be reckoned with in this world. But first you will be unmade. First, you will be broken.
Che bella donna! Dove vai?" Beautiful woman, where are you going?
You 'mustn't' nothing in your life. I don't 'must' nothing in the life, just die. It's important, yeah, but I have also a future in front of me.
Djuna had wanted a life of desire and freedom, not luxury but beauty, not security but fulfillment, not perfection but a perfect moment like this one ...
Don't cry,nyonda," he murmured.
Phillipa took a deep breath. "What does that mean, anyway? Nyonda?"
His green gaze held hers. "It's Swahili. It means 'beloved.'" A small smile touched his mouth, and he brushed her cheek again. "You do know I love you, Phillipa. To an alarming degree.
Muzeul Gustave Moreau,
I love you, Mira ... my Mate. My life. You're my everything.
I remember her eyes. The eyes of Gutete Emerita.
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?
MOM - Mistress Of Miracles
From that woman on the beach, dusk pours out across the evening waves. ISSA
Mia. I will never share you. I will never trade you. I will never leave you. You are mine, and I will not let you go.
My heart beats her name
This was thieves' cant. Mosca was a lover of words, and she had a sneaking liking for the grimy panache of cant, and those who wore it like a ragged red cloak.
Those dreams are true which we have in the morning, as the lamp begins to flicker.
[Lat., Namque sub Aurora jam dormitante lucerna
Sommia quo cerni tempore vera solent.]
Cuando llega la hora, llega la hora. A woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do and all that crap.
Spira, spera.
(breathe, hope)
You've got a new Spanish-language album out now ["90 Millas," released in September of 2007], and the single ["No Llores"] is #1 on the Billboard Latin chart.
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
Fraj-ile, I say, pronouncing it the way she does - as if it might be a popular tourist destination in the Pacific, beautiful Fraj Isle, with its white sandy beaches and shark-filled coves.
coat that she always
the girl who was so lovely even her father couldn't resist her.
She was so fat that her clothes are made by Omar the tent maker.
One sees that dead, vacant look steal over the rarest, finest of women's faces ... in the very midst, it may be, of their warmest summer's day; and then one can guess at the secret of intolerable solitude that lies hid beneath the delicate laces ...
Varvara was a girl of some twenty-three summers, of middle height, thin, but possessing a face which, without being actually beautiful, had the rare quality of charm, and might fascinate even to the extent of passionate regard.