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We are each the authors of our own lives, Emma. We live in what we have created. There is no way to shift the blame and no one else to accept the accolades.
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The past was always there, lived inside of you, and it helped to make you who you were. But it had to be placed in perspective. The past could not dominate the future.
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Successful women don't sleep until noon.
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Never let stress shape your strategy. Most women think better after a brisk walk, a light meal, a massage and a nap.
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women
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A person with taste is merely one who can recognize the greatest beauty in the simplest things.
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taste
simplicity
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Even the most powerful woman needs a place to unwind.
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women
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Life always gets harder towards the summit - the cold increases, responsibility increases
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She put her hand in his, and he clasped it firmly, knowing he had been waiting for her all his life.
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love
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This parting cannot be for long; for those who love as we do cannot be parted. We shall always be united in thought, and thought is a great magnet. I have often spoken to thee of reason, now i speak to thee of faith
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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My dear girl, you must cultivate a taste for the finer things. Civilized pleasures give meaning to life.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Always present yourself as a woman who expects to succeed.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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In my opinion, moderation is a vastly overrated virtue, particularly when applied to work
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Priceless things matter not for their value, but because they offer us an enduring reminder of stability and permanence.
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values-in-life
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Love is a handful of seeds, marriage the garden, and like your gardens, Paula, marriage requires total commitment, hard work, and a great deal of love and care. Be ruthless with the weeds. Pull them out before they take hold. Bring the same dedication to your marriage that you do to your gardens and everything will be all right. Remember that a marriage has to be constantly replenished too, if you want it to flourish...
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Life was life. It happened. You never knew what was going to come at you. Or how you could defend yourself.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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I'm not ancient, darling. I'm only fifty. And when it comes to sex a woman of fifty can often outlast a man half her age.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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He who ascends to mountaintops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind Must look down on the hate of those below
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Edwina always enjoyed a morning ride. Some mornings she rode the horse, and some mornings she rode the groom.
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older-women
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It's different when the person you love dies. There's an awful finality to death. But it is final. The end. And there's the funeral, family gatherings, grieving, all of those necessary rituals. And they help, believe me. When the object of your love just disappears, there's no way to deal with the grief and pain.
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pain
grief
love
finality
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Yes, damn it, I love you! But the bedroom is not the boardroom, Robert. In the boardroom only one person can be in charge.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Elizabeth studied the blurry tabloid photo, which showed her cousin Mary Stuart leaving a Paris disco at dawn, drunkenly clinging to the arm of a French tennis pro. The message was very clear. Put passion first and you end up neither loved nor respected.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Elizabeth lay face-down on the massage table, and allowed Marco to relieve the stress of the business day with firm and knowing fingers. Success, she decided, was often a matter of knowing when to relax.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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It's all right, darling. I'll finish the financial report on my own. I can think clearly before sex and stay awake afterwards. That's one of the nice things about being a woman.
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may-december-relationships
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At the age of fifty-six Eleanor Stoddard was still a beautiful woman. She owned three hotels in France and another two in England. From nothing at all, she had built an empire. Eleanor had it all. Her one weakness was the young man sleeping beside her.
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older-women
power
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Mary never made it to the board meeting. Cunning Elizabeth simply arranged for her cousin's tennis instructor to "delay" her for an hour or two. The man was evidently a superb athlete, though it was entirely Mary's fault that she fell asleep afterwards. Elizabeth took control of the company that very afternoon, by a vote of six to one, while a sated Mary slept. And the silly girl never knew what hit her."
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self-discipline
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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He's half my ex-husband's age, but twice as energetic when we have sex. And twice as grateful afterwards.
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older-women
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Yesterday is not ours to recover but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Elizabeth was counting on Marco to keep cousin Mary occupied until after the board meeting was over. A piece of cheese might catch a mouse, but an afternoon alone with a muscular masseur would ensnare her cousin far more effectively. And afterwards, while Mary lay sated and sleeping upon a massage table, wiser heads could determine the company's future. There were times, Elizabeth thought, when success in business demanded utter ruthlessnes..
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women-s-strength
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Memories, James thought, thank God we have them. They help us to recall what's long gone, and we can live again in the past with those we once loved.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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inert and seemingly lifeless.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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As the long limousine purred to life Edwina felt as if she were Elizabeth, setting sail to battle the Spanish Armada. She was Elizabeth, damn it! What she had built no one was going to take away from her. Not her house, not her hotels, not her fine stable of horses -- and most especially not the young thoroughbred she had left sleeping by the side of her Olympic-size outdoor pool. Some pleasures, she decided, were simply too enticing to giv..
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power
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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There are some people who hate for no reason at all. They just simply hate. They do not realize that their unjustified hatred inevitably turns inward to destroy them. Yes, it is self-destructive in the long run.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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A une epoque de sa vie, il y avait de cela de nombreuses annees, elle avait perdu sa foi en Dieu. Elle l'avait maudit, hai, accuse d'etre responsable de tous les maux de la terre. Mais le mal n'etait pas une creation de Dieu. L'homme avait invente le mal. Finalement, elle avait reussi a pardonner a Dieu.
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secret
past
love
secret-affair
united-kingdom
turkey
grandmother
istanbul
london
suspense
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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The whole enchilada, kid.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Edwina knew things with Greg had just about run their course. She'd bedded him, and bought him clothes, and now it was time for the polite push out the door. Of course she wished her latest conquest all the best. If he was lucky, Greg would just fall right into some other powerful woman's bed. If not . . . well, if not he'd just have to do the old-fashioned thing and look for work. Though darling Greggy-poo didn't really seem the type. Edwi..
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older-women
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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make money. To keep myself
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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You've got to admit it takes real genius to start out with nothing and build what she has so brilliantly built. Only
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Emma.
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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and with great solemnity, 'I'm glad yer stopped 'em fighting. I'm scared
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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overnight. It had been
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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Because people are always afraid of what they do not know, what they do not understand, the unfamiliar or the different, and that fear invariably turns to hate. Unreasoned hatred that makes no sense. In
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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carried a nosegay of summer flowers. Winston
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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breathed with relief and finished setting
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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once that each of us is the author of our own lives? That we are responsible for what we are? For the deeds, both good and bad, that we do?
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