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“I've never felt as happy as I've been for the past month. And I've never loved anyone like I love you right now.”
Natalie Ansard“I've never felt as happy as I've been for the past month. And I've never loved anyone like I love you right now.”
Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills“Jason, I love you and you cannot escape from it. Even if you could, I would never let you go.”
Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills“Everything depends exclusively on emotions.”
Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills“...whatever you do, you’ll never kill my love. I love you! It’s only now that I realize I can’t imagine my life without you”
Natalie Ansard, The Lover from Fifth Avenue“I love you, Vic! Anything else is lies. I really, truly love you. I’ll love you until the day I die.”
Natalie Ansard, The Lover from Fifth Avenue“A real, true love that makes a human being believe in the power of destiny happens only once in a lifetime.”
Natalie Ansard, The Lover from Fifth Avenue“Love is the most beautiful thing that can happen to someone. No one can explain that feeling and desires engrossing a person preparing to give their heart to someone.”
Natalie Ansard, The Sorceress from Beverly Hills“When I wake up on a Sunday morning with a slight hangover, in the gym with no makeup on, that's who Natalie Dormer really is. The girl next door who gets a spot on her forehead occasionally.”
Natalie Dormer“On either side of Natalie as she walked toward her own room were doors: perhaps behind one door a girl was studying, behind another a girl was crying, behind a third a girl was turning uneasily in her sleep. Behind a certain definite door downstairs Anne and Vicki sat, laughing and speaking in loud voices whatever they chose to say; behind other doors girls lifted their heads at Natalie's footsteps, turned, wondered, and went back to their work. I wish I were the only person in all the world, Natalie thought, with a poignant longing, thinking then that perhaps she was, after all.”
Shirley Jackson, Hangsaman