Famous Quotes Lucille Ball Novels & Stories

he said, using the tag line from the old I Love Lucy TV show. "No joke," she said. "I've been thinking about this for a while-especially tonight. That's what had my motor running in such high gear." He took a long sip of his wine, and said, "'Splain away." "It's about fantasies, babe. Yours and mine," she began. "I know you'd like to watch me get screwed by another guy; we've played that out a bunch of times-including tonight. Well, mine is to take a BBC."

I didn't want to leave, but I guess I have to. "I always get jealous of you since childhood. You were and still are beautiful. I always felt I was nothing but a shadow, compared to you. You swept people but young and old off their feet. Qualities I never possess, In short, I am not beautiful.” I couldn't kept my emotion at check any longer as her words shocked me a bit. I wore a shocked look, hearing the emphasis laid on the last set of words Lucille said. "Hey, who says you are not beautiful?” I asked.

Lucille asserted, chuckling at her sister's over dramatic behavior. Jackie grumbled and hit her shoulders twice, "Stupid! Why did you let them take you away?" Lucille stepped back, dodging the next smack and rubbing her stinging shoulder. With a squinty face, she said, "Okay! Okay!! I will ask them to let me inform you any time they tried to kidnap me again," Jackie removed one of her shoes and threw it at her. "Idiot! How can you say that?" She was frustrated and petrified and yet, Lucille still had the time to joke with it.

It was just odd. Lucille smiled softly, her eyes warm with compassion. "Because," she said, reaching into her purse to retrieve what looked like a makeup kit, "Girls should stick together. And I've learned that if someone's actions are negatively impacting your mental health, then they're not worth keeping in your life." Her words struck a chord within me, and I couldn't help but think of my mother even if Lucille’s fortune cookie wisdom quote was a direct jab at Edmond.

"I seem to recall warning you. You're the one who didn't listen." She knew full well who Marcel Ballas was. Lucille was too green and naive. She would never be able to handle him. But Lucille wasn't having any of it. Furious, she accused, "You only told me not to meet with him, but you never told me why. If you had told me from the start, I wouldn't have walked right into his trap!" Cheryl arched an eyebrow at her. "Really? Do you really think that if I had explained it clearly, you wouldn't have come? No. You'd just think that I was lying to you and that I didn't want to see you succeed.

“Lucille is truly lucky. I never thought the Walkers would agree to an alliance with the Waltons.” “Don’t you know? Lucille spent years trying to win his heart. She even transferred to his school once.” “Was she so desperate to marry into their family? The Waltons aren’t small either.” “Are you crazy? The Waltons are nothing compared to the Walkers. Putting them in the same sentence is like comparing heaven and earth.” Wow. These women clearly had time to gossip. Bella wasn’t new to this—elite women had nothing better to do than spend money and spread rumors. She didn’t take them seriously.

The tide had long since receded, and nothing Daphne offered now could reach the place where Lucille stood. She stepped fully into the room and closed the booth door behind her. Then she looked at the two of them. "Daphne, if you had said these words before Lily's one-month celebration, I would have been grateful. I might have hugged you. I probably would have cried. I would have been deeply moved." A faint, bitter smile touched Lucille's lips, carrying a quiet desolation. "But you said them too late. When a heart has been dead for long enough, no remedy can bring it back."

“I’ve read the announcements. Barrett’s farewell gala for you and Louis—it’s all anyone’s talking about in the right circles.” “That’s the idea,” I admitted, smiling despite myself. “I want it to be unforgettable. A statement, really.” Lucy’s eyes glittered. “You’ll succeed. You have the charm for it. And, forgive me for saying so, the hunger.” I leaned forward, curiosity prickling. “Do you think that’s a bad thing?” “Not at all,” she said, spearing a piece of lettuce delicately. “Hunger is what separates the women who endure from the women who fade. You remind me of myself at your age. Only—” She paused, her fork hovering. “You’re more disciplined.”

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela