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… — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
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… — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
“once that each of us is the author of our own lives? That we are responsible for what we are? For the deeds, both… — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
“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… — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
I will never stop writing. People often ask when I will retire, but I say it's none of their business. Writing defines who I… — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
“Sleeping with a man half your age can be exhausting, but if it's too much for him you can always find a younger man.” — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
“He's half my ex-husband's age, but twice as energetic when we have sex. And twice as grateful afterwards.” — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
“tries, and tries very hard, but she doesn’t know what it’s like to be the sole survivor, the only one left of one’s contemporaries.… — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
She put her hand in his, and he clasped it firmly, knowing he had been waiting for her all his life. — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
A person with taste is merely one who can recognize the greatest beauty in the simplest things. — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
Life always gets harder towards the summit - the cold increases, responsibility increases — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
“You can be with a man for twenty years and never really know who he truly is. Then again, you can meet a man… — Barbara Taylor Bradford Copy Share Image
