Wow,She is beautifull!!
She lived a full life. She was a true beauty. RIP
My mother & my Aunt in Ireland still talk about the time when Richard Burton & Elizabeth Taylor crashed their car outside my grandmother’s cottage in County Wicklow, Ireland. They basically ran off the country irish road at night and hit a phone box (booth). My aunt ran out and brought both Richard & Elizabeth into my grandmother’s kitchen where my grandmother made them tea. Richard asked if there was anything stronger in the house and my mother was sent down to the corner pub to buy a bottle of Jamesons. And for the rest of the evening Richard regaled my grandmother, my mother, my aunt, my grandfather and all of the neighbors including Elizabeth with stories while they waited for a driver to come pick them up. Richard was filing “The spy who came in from the cold” at Ardmore studios in Bray and Liz was visiting him on the set.
What an adorable wonderful story! Thanks for telling it…
Damian Miles, Hollywood 101
What a great story! How great if they were able to take pictures of that!!
what year did this happen?
great story! thanks for sharing. 🙂
Love hearing off-the-wall real life little stories like this
When we stand before the Creator – there is no beauty, fame, gems, money – only the open book of the kind of life we lived while on earth.
New ballgame in eternity–
Hope you RIP – now and forever!
LORD REST HER IN PEACE! AMEN!
When one lacks absoulteness of discrimination thereby lacking discretion, when one discriminates either through the”left”/femininity/fear or through the “right”/masculinity/greed, humility is well advised. God is not within anyone’s imagination, belief-system nor pocket to be [re-]called upon when a favour needs realising. “May God Bless…” and most certainly not ….”God Bless…”
When the desire is not to own, then one will not be owned [and vice-versa] and all because at the moment of ownership, one has already been owned, both to own and being owned being the different faces of the same coin called self mastery/immunity, the former being masculinity/aggression/rejection/saviourship and the latter being femininity/depression/acceptance/worship.
brian -what is this, Deep Thoughts by Brian? She’s gone. I don’t think anyone really cares about your belief system or philosophy….
You are absolutely right TJ. One of my most favority scene is in Butterfield 8
When Lawrence Harvey and Dame Elizabeth are having a drink. And to prove her
point, she digs her stiletto into his shoe. Before Women’s Lib
The world has lost a great actress and humanitarian. I always will remember her roles in Butterfield 8, Cleopatra, Giant, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, and many more. My sympathy goes out to her family and friends. Ms. Taylor was a woman ahead of her time who made mistakes, acknowledged them and then got o with life. She did’t dwell on things. And although she was burned many times inn love, she kept looking for her Mr. Right. More power to her. RIP, Liz, your search is over, cause now youre with the Man.
@ Paula… that is so sweet what you said. “Liz, your search is over cause now you’re with the Man.”
Few could match her talent as an actress. She will be missed. She was one of the last living links to middle 20th Century Hollywood.
I miss you Elizabeth Taylor…R.I.P.
DAME ELIZABETH TAYLOR IS GONE AND THE WORLD WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
Damian Miles HOLLYWOOD 101
Class, bawd and true talent all in one. I liked just knowing she was there. We’re poorer without her – she’ll be much missed.
I always like seeing her bare ass in that Marlon Brando flick that is so freaking weird.
That was sweet.
Her and that one-gloved fruitcake are out floating on a pink cloud that smells of lilac and honeysuckle, getting bombed on mimosas, surrounded by toga-wearing, Roman soldiers with large Japanese fans. Heaven for the freaks!!!
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