I put down my phone... Hugged her from behind… Kissed the back of her neck... Our fingers entwined… Bliss…
I don't think Julia Roberts is as innocent as her image suggests. You have to be a really smart cookie to create an image as clean and pure and on-the-money as hers.
The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack
While many applauded Oprah for opening her heart to young girls in South Africa, some criticized her for not investing in the youth of America.
A woman will allow herself to be clouded by her emotions. Her reasonable thought becomes completely unreasonable over the most ridiculous thing. It's a girl thing.
His hand cupped her cheek as he lowered his head to hers. Just before their lips touched, a light knock sounded on the door.
A sudden intake of breath escaped her as soon as his lips touched the backs of her fingers. His rose birthmark tingled as if awakened.
Her heart is played like well worn strings In her eyes the sadness sings Of one who was destined of better things
those lines on her forehead with a lovely eyes can tale you how much she was a fighter and later on a dreamer for her.
A wife should no more take her husband's name than he should hers. My name is my identity and must not be lost.
It might sound ordinary for a woman to find out her husband's cheating on her, but not if you're the woman and it's your husband.
I adored my mother, and I will always have extraordinary memories about her and remember her, and she opened the doors for me to appreciate arts.
Let philosophy resolutely aim to be as scientific as possible, but let her not forget her strong kinship with literature.
A beadlet dribbles down her cheek to wake a wet remembrance where the insincere took hold to empty forth her wounded heart.
There was something about Marilyn. She couldn't act her way out of a bag, but she became an icon because something happened between her and the lens, and no one knows what it is.
Her grandmother had once told her that one of life's best lessons was not being afraid to look foolish -- to just ask the question.
I know it's a lot. But she can handle it. I'd rather ruin her with the truth than ruin her with lies.
She couldn't tell exactly where the words came from. What mattered was that they reached her. They arrived and kneeled next to her bed.
When a woman conceives her true self, a miracle occurs and life around her begins again.
Fear is a bird that refuses to fly, and each time she neglects to use her wings, she consents to the slow death of her destiny.
That one woman is capable of loving another is an historical truth; but never yet lived one who could not listen to her own praises at the expense of her adored friend.
