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Jessica, who loves stories,
Do not fail me again, Raphael. To you she is just an object or course; to me, she is life
Her name is Portia
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore; The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four; Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face, She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.
You know that girl who sat at lunch with us today, Brittani Monroe?"
"Yep."
"What do you think about her?"
"She's a slut with a stripper name.
Madeline Reynolds
He didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her except that she dreamed of Rome and smelled like violets.
And that she tasted like vanilla cream.
Penelope glared at her, "Madame said that men love damsels in distress. She failed to point out that damsels in distress look wretched, miserable and downright horrid."
"Men do love damsels in distress. We simply need to look lovely while fighting mortal peril.
Pandora. Zeus sends her off to marry Epimetheus, a not especially bright man she's never even met, along with a mysterious covered jar. Nobody tells Pandora a word about the jar. Nobody tells her not to open the jar. Naturally, she opens the jar.
Who is she, why is she still here and when can I see her naked? Paris asked with an eyebrow wiggle
Unrequited love was never easy, but at least Penelope Featherington was used to it.
She might be the best-dressed little girl in her elementary school class, but she was still a Greek. Her parents spoke a foreign language, their food was different, and she looked different from the children she went to school with in Corktown.
mother's Diana-like
She is the fragrance of a dozen jasmines.
Around her hair there was a saffron aureole, and her skin was a sea shell ...
Skye." "Lima-Oscar-Victor-Echo
She is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
I feel upsettingly de-natured. If Penelope Cruz were one of my nurses, I wouldn't even notice.
Vera incessu patuit dea.
(The goddess indubitable was revealed in her step.)
The world was her oyster, except she didn't care for oysters. Better yet, the world was her raspberry. She liked raspberries.
Tess
DY-N-AMITE
Tim
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.
That queen of secrecy, the violet.
closed behind Anne
Johanna, frankly, I could easily kill if it came down to protecting Peeta. Or maybe even just to shut her up. What
Theta loved pretty things more than air or food. She had a deep fondness for full red roses, pink shells, and starry sunsets.
What is she like?
I was told
she is a
melancholy soul.
What's she like, the Peeping Tammy?" "She doesn't think about it that way, and you get it when she talks. She likes people.
Grrrrowpt." said dead Penelope. Dead Huthbert nodded, and hugged her.
She moved his dusty hand from her dusty ass." - BATS 2015
Does Chloe remind you of anyone?"
One corner of his mouth lifted. "Linda Blair in The Exorcist?"
Seth!"
He laughed. "All right, then, maybe a little bit of a stretch. Who did you have in mind?"
Me."
His eyes widened. "Good God, I'd almost have Linda Blair.
Please nothing, she's a vicious piranha. She looks all cute and cuddly, then she opens that mouth and lets loose so much venom she could double as a nest of scorpions. (Leo)
Rue, who when you ask her what she loves most in the world, replies, of all things, Music.
Up next is Noelle.
'Hey, girl!'
'Don't you dare start calling me that. This is very nice of you to do.
She was a round, curvy woman who, for Parker, brought to mind a figure assembled from a selection of soft fruits. Aside
Ulysses, darling," she whispered, "you don't mind that I'm a round-heeled tart."
"Nonsense. You're my cherry tart. Ripe and oh-so sweet, you naughty girl."
-Angelia Sparrow, Cherry Tart
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 was the sort of girl called "bonny" - not beautiful, but lively and nicely made, with something about her that took the eye.
Whore or courtesan, she put on a great little show.
She [Gypsy Rose Lee] was a sophisticated self-satirist with a contagious delight in the comedy of sex. She was coy; she was sly; she always had a witty quip; she had an intensely dramatic presence.
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
You must be talking about my new friend. The woman named Tilda.
- Olympias
And would not her fastidious litheness take away the heavy taste of the fleshy girls in the Citrus Inn? McGee, the Perfidious.
She would've made an excellent pirate.
Katniss the mockingjay
Another girl? That's awesome Shea. What are you guys going to name her, Sheanana?
Who is Katharine Hepburn? It took me a long time to create that creature.
She is an excellent creature, but she can never remember which came first, the Greeks or the Romans.
Mandy (lentil eating, lesbian, long socks) in PR
Mrs. Crawford. As she walked into her
She's a gypsy girl living in a materialistic world,
Unattached to most things but in love with life itself.
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.
Little is known about her. We are assured, however, that the same damnable involvements that obsess us obsess her too. Copulation. Strangeness. Applause.
Myrtle Elizabeth Warren - a pretty name - my name - no need for the moaning. SCORPIUS:
Aphrodite," [Annabeth] said.
"Venus?" Hazel asked in amazement.
"Mom," Piper said with no enthusiasm.
"Girls!" The goddess spread her arms like she wanted a group hug.
The three demigods did not oblige. Hazel backed into a palmetto tree.
The big vases, that could not hide the vacancies her pretty
the lizard living at the base of her spine
Roberta Marieschi
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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.
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.
Are you the same woman I brought here, Sasha? You're like a kid at Christmastime."
Monroe
"You would be, too, if someone fulfilled your most secret fantasies."
Sasha
My little Jasnah, insufferable and wonderful.
Mistress Mary Quite Contrary
Her real name will come later, but her current code name is Petunia.
Elena.
Hush, let me talk to the crazy lady.
The smiling daughter of the storm.
I knew this girl named Tropicana,
She's always juicin'.
Producing cash for a sexual task.
She loves men that trick like Halloween and treat ...
You ain't paid? Then your grade is incomplete.
The whorl of her stars.
I considered several names, but Titania, a character from Shakespeare's 'Midsummer Night's Dream', was best able to portray the image I wanted for what is a fantastically elegant and sexy yacht.
The whore, who said her name was Sandra, offered me delights unobtainable outside of Place Pigalle and Port Said. I said I wasn't interested, and she was bright enough to say that she wasn't really interested either. As things turned out, we had both overestimated our apathies, but not by much.
Penny was a very pretty, witty and brave girl, as bold as a Marine platoon storming Iwo Jima.
She was beautiful all right, beautiful in a way that was at once seductive, demonic, and raspberry.
[Diontsos].
Swoony type,
long hair, bedroom eyes,
cheeks like wine.
This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.
This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.
She was the missing ingredient they needed. The hint of nutmeg. Connie
No words for the passion. No words for the need.No words for the sheer epiphany of the moment.And so, on an otherwise unremarkable Friday afternoon, in the heart of Mayfair, in a quiet drawing room on Mount Street, Colin Bridgerton kissed Penelope Featherington.And it was glorious.
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.
Hello, Hazel Levesque.
Haley paused. "Occupation?" "Psychiatrist at Universal Hospital." Haley stopped typing and stared. Dr. Tonya Preston stared right back. "You're looking at me like I said I was a hooker in the French Quarter.
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
Jessica Parker. You posses an exceptional gift of leadership. We honor your unwavering determination and your steadfast loyalty. You are a champion of justice and a true visionary guardian of the world.
Katherine the Midwife
He who called her so called her by her true name, for she is the full moon of full moons, afore God!
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
She dries her eyes and bakes her pies and leaves 'em on the window sill
Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Hello, Goddess."- Roman Arceneaux
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 ...
... and her name was Freedom.
This grossly advertised wonder [Venice], this gold idol with clay feet, this trompe-l'oeil, this painted deception, this cliche-what intelligent iconoclast could fail to experience a destructive impulse in her presence?
She is of the race of Jeanne d'Arc, this Northern girl, in her voice, her bearing, her beliefs. That kind if not to be possessed by one man; she belongs to a cause, to the people.
Turning to Ann Gower, she smiled. "You're a good woman, Ann Gower."
Ann Gower drew back and looked askance at Mary. "Don't you go ruinin' me reputation, Mary Abacus. I be a real bad woman, but a bloody good whore, and you knows it!
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; ...
Miss Andrews is really nice
Storm. I shall call her Storm.
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Pam: Claude, the mouthwateringly beautiful asshole?
My name, it's Elizabeth. And I assure you, I'm no tart.