I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!
What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying past us and running away, to strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
More are men's ends marked than their lives before. The setting sun, the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.
Liberman said to me, 'I must cut back on the work you do for Vogue. The editors don't like it. They say the photographs burn on the page . After some years, I began to understand that what they wanted of me was simply a nice, sweet, clean-looking ima...
I think scent is sensual. I guess evoking a mood or a spirit is key, and I think with the women's fragrances we have evoked different types, moods or sensibilities of a woman - whether it's Daisy with the sweetness and the innocence or Lola which is ...
Shall I tell her? Shall I be a kind and merciful narrator and take our girl aside? Shall I touch her new, red heart and make her understand that she is no longer one of the tribe of heartless children, nor even the owner of the wild and infant heart ...
Girls pour their insecurities into their looks.
Some girls are taught to be sexy.
We all want to be the sexy girl.
All girls want to be sexy.
I know girls like musicians!
I like a girl with natural beauty.
I'm a curvy girl and that will never change.
There are some hot girls in Vancouver.
I was just another girl.
British girls are as temperamental as Americans.
I sing like a girl.
Attention. That's all girls want.
I'm just not a shoe girl.
Usually, the fairy tale ends with the girl marrying the prince. But mine started as soon as the marriage was over.
Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. "No," she said softly, "Oh no. No." "Leave me," said Gavriel. ....."Shut up or I might," she told him. -Tana and Gavriel-page 38-chapter 5
