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But this encompassment of her own characterization, based on shreds of convention, peopled by phantoms and voices antipathetic to her, was a sorry and mistaken creation of Tess's fancy - a cloud of moral hobgoblins by which she was terrified without reason.
But women like Tess didn't seem to have that need to share the ordinary facts of their lives, and that made Cecilia desperate to know them.
Because I'd rather fell guilty for the rest of my life than for her to have felt a second's fear - Tess's Mother
Tessie Moran, eighteen and not yet in love, was dreaming of handsome young men and moonlight. She could not easily be roused from her enchantment.
Madeline Reynolds
What's her name? Claire, what's her name?
Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.
What had Sylvia done?
Nix, you beautiful bitch.
curvy." I liked Lacey, but I saw Margo's
I want to kiss you again, Tess."
"Why?"
He chuckled, low under his breath. "Why? Because you're beautiful, and because I want you. And I think you want me too.
Rosie Germaine Mole.
Anne Shirley. Anne with an e.
Marie Laurencin.
She was the kind of girl
who loved to stretch out
under the sheets,
eating chocolate,
reading books
and fucking on
rainy afternoons.
Tess realized one of the great modern dating sadnesses: everyone is so used to the comforting glow of the computer screen that no one can go so far as to say "good morning" in public without being liquored up.
closed behind Anne
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.
You've destroyed me, Anna Jones.
Olivia is a girl who sees everything.
Although her eyes are neither golden nor heavenly blue, Terri Stambaugh has the vision of an angel, for she sees through you and knows your truest heart, but loves you anyway, in spite of all the ways that you have fallen from a state of grace.
In considering what Tess was not, he overlooked that she was, and forgot that the defective can more than the entire.
I hadn't understood funeral pyres before, but now I do. It's ghastly to burn someone you love but watching the smoke going into the sky, I think that's rather beautiful now. And I wish Tess could be up in the sky. Somewhere with color and light and air.
Melissa officinalis
don't fly too close to the sun," Tess Calls. "you'll burn the tips of your wings. Stay right with me. i'll keep you safe.
Anne of Windy Poplars
Olivia Taylor, if I have you, then I'll be smiling for the rest of my life.
Renesmee was beautiful and gifted and unique - she was one of a kind.
Vibrant eyes, chocolate brown, kind. The mosaic of Bodee Lennox.
You see, I know you, Violet. You've tormented me in my dreams with your body too many times to count. Now you're here in the flesh, with your ripe curves and innocent eyes, an angel hidden in the body of a temptress.
The whorl of her stars.
Cole Thomas.'
The name, like an incantation, was on her lips.
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.
Junie B. Jones. The B stands for Beatrice. Except, I don't like Beatrice. I just like B and that's all.
Katniss the mockingjay
Elizabeth Spencer.
Helen, thy beauty is to me
Hadley Grayson is my lightning, my speed, my hearts, my candy.
I've never tried any of my own products and I'm glad I haven't.
It might have reduced my tolerance for happy.
Well, if you wanted to love me, why do you blow so hot and cold?
Why do you ... keep tantalizing me?
I tell you, Tess, I'd take you for a flirt,
For a sit you could catch,
If I didn't know just honest and pure you are. Angel
Tess? A soft voice at the door; she looked up and saw Will there, silhouetted in the light from the corridor.
Her Leo, so bright, so beautiful.
And in the end, so catastrophically flawed.
Violet Markey.There's more to you than meets the eye.
Tess was awake before dawn - at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.
Anna, my strong, terrifying Anna.
Isabelle.
It was always Isabelle.
The bisy larke, messager of day.
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.
Sally has a smile I would accept as my last view on earth,..
Loving you, Tess," he promised. "With everything I have. With all I am, I love you.
Ellie, I want everything with you.
She's my sunshine
You are my soul, Olivia Taylor. You are my light. You are my reason to breathe. Don't ever doubt that.
Jessica, who loves stories,
We are responsible for protecting Tessa!
Paris, the FedEx deliveryman of Pleasure and Fatality.
Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul. (Simi)
She didn't steal it. (Gallagher)
Of course she did. She steals everything. (Simi)
Theta loved pretty things more than air or food. She had a deep fondness for full red roses, pink shells, and starry sunsets.
The Lilly girl is always full of surprises. She lives everyday like it's a celebration, never has a dull moment, and makes every hour a happy hour.
Oh my God, of course she was Lily - and she was sickeningly beautiful. Suddenly, I was even more nauseous than usual. I was going to vomit all over myself and be dubbed hurl-girl for the rest of eternity. I was going to throw up all over Lillian Hunt. - Nicole Abbot
I thought I saw Anny smiling. I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that Anny inspires; it is there, this tenderness, it is near me, only asking to be born. But the smile does not return: it is finished. I remain dry and empty.
She was beautiful, heratbreakingly beautiful - her eyes and her lips, the stripes on her naked breasts, her vulnerabilty.
Lydia. Beautiful. My everlasting dream.
Coralie Casey was the kind of woman calories were made for; that dewy peaches-and-cream complexion, glossy cherry lips, the succulence of her body beneath that orange, silky dress. A cornucopia of curves, you could say, except it was probably better not to think about horns of plenty.
Katherine the Midwife
(Arbell)The ungrateful gorgeous bitch.
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.
Melissa Pritchard is a treasure.
You possess every part of me, Olivia Taylor. For all of the wrongs I have done and all that I am yet to do, I'm asking for your mercy.
Eliza, my pancreas.
O Love! for Sylvia let me gain the prize,
And make my tongue victorious as her eyes.
gone on Miss Lily.
And Clare, always Clare.
Tina Blackstone,
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.
I'd tell you that was pretty much impossible," Asher replied, "but your Tess Kendrick. My spider senses tell me that impossible is kind of your thing.
My Becca's home.
Mirren, she is sugar, curiosity, and rain.
I want what Claire has with Jessie.
Cassia.
Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She's more beautiful than snow.
Is this real?
She points to the sky.
Her smile reminded Theresa of a movie star smile - toothy and wide, and if you stared too hard at it, not quite real.
Callie. (Sin)
Aye. (Callie)
Can you teach me what love is? (Sin)
Tessie Hutchinson was in the center of a cleared space by now, and she held her hands out desperately as the villagers moved in on her. "It isn't fair," she said. A stone hit her on the side of the head.
Jasper to her. I was obliged
He frames my face with his hands as he says, "Tess. Only you could be brave enough to die with me. But I want you to live for me."
We kiss, as desperate as though we were drowning. When our lips part, Alec says, "Forgive me.
Mab Jones' poetry is suffused with a cool wit and a wisdom beyond her years. She is a superb performance poet in the tradition of Joolz Denby and Pam Ayres and, like them, her work is beautifully layered and contains bittersweet depths.
She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.
Carolyn Heilbrun's
Katie is like my calendar, watching her grow
and change. She is growing up so fast, learning to have opinions of her own,
learning that I don't have the answers to everything. And the moment a child
begins to understand that, you know you're in trouble.
I've told you to look for opportunity, dear Tess. Keep your head up, not down. Don't settle for safety. Push forward-you are not foolish to try.
comely Savannah Frost approaching my front door. She
She was the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly ever.
Dawn Madden's got cruel eyes like a Chinese empress and sometimes one glimpse at school makes me think about her all day.
I'd like to add her initial to my monogram...
This dangerous girl. This captivating beauty.
This destroyer of worlds and creator of wonder.
MRS. REYES FARROW.
... she was one of those happily created beings who please without effort, make friends everywhere, and take life so gracefully and easily that less fortunate souls are tempted to believe that such are born under a lucky star.
The sun's in my eyes and it's difficult to see. The shape of her is distorted by the light, circles of her silhouette removed as if by a pastry cutter.
She's alive," Thomas said, not opening his eyes.
"What?" Will was caught off guard.
"The one you come back for. Her. Tessa. She's with Sophie.
She left my world spinning
like windmills
on the plains of la Mancha.
Megan Luisa Garcia
I WAS HERE