Wallis Simpson
Wallis Simpson
Wallis, Duchess of Windsorwas an American socialite. Her third husband, Prince Edward, Duke of Windsor, formerly King Edward VIII, abdicated his throne to marry her...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPolitical Wife
Date of Birth19 June 1896
CityBlue Ridge Summit, PA
CountryUnited States of America
PS: It's all gossip about the prince. I'm not in the habit of taking my girlfriends' beaux.
man quotes
Forgive me for not writing but this man is exhausting.
clothes eat rather shop
All my friends know that I'd rather shop than eat
england hundred love weigh wreck
I look a hundred and weigh 110-you won't love me when you see the wreck England has made me.
thinking light facts
I am so anxious for you not to abdicate and I think the fact that you do is going to put me in the wrong light to the entire world because they will say that I could have prevented it.
sports hunting foxes
Sport hunting is a crime. My sympathies are with the fox.
pain loss race
Fortunately for the human race, pain, however piercing, is not a lasting emotion. The recollection of happiness lingers, but the consciousness never retains for long the first thrust of tragic loss. The details of daily life crowd in upon the mind.
marriage emotional fire
A marriage, even one that goes awry, generates claims and needs that persist like an afterglow long after the emotional fire is burned out.
marriage divorce tangled
There can be no summary and dramatic end to a marriage - only a slow and painful unravelling of a tangled skein of threads too stubborn to be broken.
marriage lying real
The real essence of any marriage that has struggled, however unsuccessfully, towards happiness, lies in the growth of a wordless understanding that what is acceptable to one partner will be acceptable to the other.
moving reflection air
There is a peacefulness, an air of reflection, about a rocking-chair that attaches to no other moving object ...
dark silence doubt
There can be nothing more baffling in a human relationship than silence, the dark loom of doubts and questions unexpressed.
laughter confused echoes
All this was mine; but I was a long time learning that wisdom and experience are things apart; that to taste life is not to be confused with understanding what life is really all about. The shared experiences, the wisdom so freely proffered by others, in words and in example, rarely swayed me for long. Came another day and the import was gone, and only the echo of the laughter remained. Experience was a revolving sun in the warmth of which I was content to bask.
hate i-hate graves
I hate this place. I shall hate it to my grave.