#elizabeth

Elizabeth Taylor has more chins than the Chinese telephone directory. ↗

— Joan Rivers

#chins #directory #elizabeth #elizabeth taylor #more

He's not very fast, but maybe Elizabeth Taylor can't sing. ↗

— Darrell Royal

#elizabeth taylor #fast #maybe #sing #taylor

Sometimes it feels like we're all living in a Prozac nation. The United States of Depression. ↗

— Elizabeth Wurtzel

#elizabeth-wurtzel #prozac-nation #state

Tilting her face back, he looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, unable to settle on his face. And the same terrifying feeling stole over him once again. An acute fear—a final, painful realization—that her world was one of utter blackness. At last he realized the magnitude of her blindness. He couldn’t imagine never seeing her again. It was like a death, the inevitable conclusion when someone was gone. Why it should hit him now, after all these years, he could not fathom, but it was there, and finally he understood her private hell. He’d told her he would die without sight. Selfish, arrogant bastard, concerned with his own needs, his own perversions to watch himself pleasure her, to study her as she accepted him, to watch their bodies joined. How carelessly he had said that, not thinking of Elizabeth and what she would die for. What she wanted in this life. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#elizabeth #iain #temptation-and-twilight #death

The problem for me is that I can't ever really see who Gregory is, any more than I can see what a mirror by itself looks like, because he reflects whoever's around him. ↗

— Elizabeth Chandler

#kissed-by-an-angel #mirror #power-of-love #soulmates #love

... You are the closest I will ever come to heaven, either here on Earth or in the afterlife, and I will not regret it, not even at the cost of your tears. So I go to my grave an unrepentant sinner, I’m afraid. There is no use in mourning one such as I, dearest... -Simon to Lucy in a letter before the last duel. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#lucy #simondabomb #the-serpent-prince #afterlife

Elizabeth’s entire body started to tremble as his lips began descending to hers. and she sought to forestall what her heart knew was inevitable by reasoning with him. “A gently bred Englishwoman,” she shakily quoted Lucinda’s lecture. “feels nothing stronger than affection. We do not fall in love.” His warm lips covered hers. “I’m a Scot,” he murmured huskily. “We do. ↗

— Judith McNaught

#elizabeth #ian #judith-mcnaught #love

As he’d slept one night, suffering from some nightmare, she’d gazed down at him with tenderness. Her chest had ached with feeling for him—as his continued to do for her. She’d smoothed hair from his brow, soothing him with soft words. ↗

— Kresley Cole

#iad #kresley-cole #lothaire #love #love

There should be a phone service, I thought, something like 1-800-MEDIUM-1.Where an automated voice would direct you. Press one if an object in your home is levitating. Press two if there is ectoplasm oozing out of your walls. Press three if spirits are disrupting your cable service. Press four if you've inherited your mother's psychic abilities. ↗

— Elizabeth Cody Kimmel

#school-spirit #home

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! ↗

— Elizabeth Gaskell

#north-and-south #thornton #love