#miranda

god, can you imagine getting married at nineteen?" miranda asked. "when i was nineteen i didnt even know how to do my own laundry." she added, for david's beneit, "you know, laundry? washing your own clothes? there are people who do that." he rolled his eyes. "i know how to do laundry. i watched my wife do it dozens of times. ↗

— Dianne Sylvan

#miranda #imagination

My darling love, I think you have a fundamental misconception about what it means to be a great dandy. I have better taste than anyone else so I don't care what anyone else thinks about anything. I am right and they are wrong. ↗

— Miranda Neville

#dandy #miranda-neville #romance #tarquin-compton #education

I’m not sure I’m up for going to the moon. I’d rather go to Antigua as far as holiday destinations go. Well, they all went mental didn’t they, astronauts? Perhaps it’s very helpful because you’re reminded that you have a very short life and really there’s nothing to worry about at all. But then you might come back to earth and not give a sh*t about anything." - Stylist.co.uk, 2012 ↗

— Miranda Hart

#miranda-hart #life

She loves you, and you need me but there's somethings we can't share. ↗

— Miranda Lambert

#love

Why is it that when your life is at a breaking point, every freaking song on the radio relates to it. If I heard one more sad song, I was going to rip the radio out of the dash and toss it out on the road. ↗

— Jennifer Foor

#monologue #family

I just -- I know my own heart and I love you, Turner. And if you have even the tiniest shred of decency, you'll say something because I've said everything I possibly can, and I can't bear the silence, and -- oh for heaven's sake! Will you at least blink?" He couldn't even manage that. ↗

— Julia Quinn

#julia-quinn #miranda-cheever #nigel-bevelstoke #viscount-turner #love

Smite,” she asked softly, “do you have any idea what to say to me in a situation like this?” “Of course I do,” he retorted. “I have plenty of ideas.” He met her gaze ruefully. “Of course, they’re all wrong, and so I’m totally at sea.” She patted the cushion next to her. He crossed the room and lowered himself down. And then, because he didn’t seem inclined to do it himself, she picked up his hand and slid it around her shoulders. ↗

— Courtney Milan

#love

Will I see you at all?” He shook his head. But he couldn’t yet make himself move away. He was unwilling to relinquish his hold on her, unwilling to say that final good-bye. He held her for a minute, then two, then three, simply holding her and committing to memory what he could not have in life. There was a sweet, comforting scent to her. His memory was very, very good, but she was better. He only loosened his grip when he feared he might not be able to let go of her at all. ↗

— Courtney Milan - Unraveled

#life