“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.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford“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 ruthlessness.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Being Elizabeth“Successful women don't sleep until noon.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Being Elizabeth“She put her hand in his, and he clasped it firmly, knowing he had been waiting for her all his life.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, To Be the Best“A person with taste is merely one who can recognize the greatest beauty in the simplest things.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Her Own Rules“Even the most powerful woman needs a place to unwind.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Being Elizabeth“Never let stress shape your strategy. Most women think better after a brisk walk, a light meal, a massage and a nap.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Her Own Rules“Always present yourself as a woman who expects to succeed.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Playing the Game“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.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Unexpected Blessings“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.”
Barbara Taylor Bradford, Three Weeks in Paris