#catherine

I want to be a blonde vampire. Catherine Deneuve was a blonde vampire, and she was my favourite vampire ever. ↗

— Radha Mitchell

#catherine #ever #favourite #i #she

I'm very close with Bob and his lovely, fabulous wife Catherine, too. ↗

— Sally Kellerman

#catherine #close #fabulous #his #i

I don't think I had a Catherine Bach poster, but I know a lot of my friends desecrated those, big time. ↗

— Sean William Scott

#big #big time #catherine #friends #had

I made sure no butt cheek hung out. You know, the original Daisy, Catherine Bach's shorts were shorter than mine. ↗

— Jessica Simpson

#catherine #cheek #daisy #hung #i

Sighing, she headed back to work. She braced herself to lift the heavy lid of yet another trunk. The sight inside curled a small smile onto her lips, as it had with every trunk she’d pried open this morning. Books. More beautiful, precious books. ↗

— Catherine LaRoche

#catherine-laroche #master-of-love #beauty

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff! He’s always, always in my mind: not as a pleasure, any more than I am always a pleasure to myself, but as my own being. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#constancy #heathcliff #love #love

Cat, hmmm? From where I sit you look more like a Kitten." My head jerked around and I shot him an annoyed look. Oh, I was going to enjoy this, all right. "It's Cat," I repeated firmly. "Cat Raven." "Whatever you say, Kitten Tweedy. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat-crawfield #catherine-crawfield #funny #halfway-to-the-grave #humor

You either trust me or you don't. I've never let you down, and I won't walk away unless you make me. Period. Now, unless you have a real emergency, I'd like to get back to my vacation. And my corpse, thanks. ↗

— Jeaniene Frost

#cat-crawfield #catherine-crawfield #funny #humor #jeaniene-frost

But I begin to fancy you don't like me. How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me. (Catherine Linton, nee Earnshaw) ↗

— Emily Brontë

#vanity #love

Have you ever watched a baby learning to walk? He totters, arms stretched out to balance himself. He wobbles - and falls, perhaps bumps his nose. Then he puts the palms of his little hands flat on the floor, hikes his rear end up, looks around to see if anybody is watching him. If nobody is, usually he doesn't bother to cry, just precariously balances himself - and tries again. Well, the baby can teach us. What you've undertaken...isn't a state of perfection to be arrived at all of the sudden. It's a WALK, and a walk isn't static but ever-changing. We Friends say that all discouragement is from an evil source and can only end in more evil. Wallowing in self-condemnation or feeling sorry for yourself is worse than falling on your face in the first place. . . So thee is human. ↗

— Catherine Marshall

#catherine-marshall #christy #christy-huddleston #change