A Quote by M.C. Beaton

Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height. — © M.C. Beaton
Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.
Home plate is 17 inches wide, but I ignore the middle 12 inches. I pitch to the two-and-a-half inches on each side.
You won't often find me in a pair of killer heels: my heel height doesn't rise above two and a half inches, as I would just fall over!
Man has here two and a half minutes-one to smile, one to sigh, and a half to love: for in the midst of this minute he dies.
One thing that we learned that we published on our blog post is that uniformly, men lie about their height by almost exactly two inches. So if you look at a plot of census bureau data on the distribution of men's heights in the U.S. and you plot men's heights on OKCupid, it is exactly shifted two inches to the left.
Once I had asked God for one or two extra inches in height, but instead, he made me as tall as the sky, so high that I could not measure myself... By giving me this height to reach people, he has also given me great responsibilities.
I was never over-weight, just under-tall. The correct height for my weight at the moment is seven feet ten and a half inches.
I had four compression fractures in my spine. They were repaired, but it cost me two inches of height.
Once I had asked God for one or two extra inches in height, but instead he made me as tall as the sky, so high that I could not measure myself.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
The best way to lose weight is to put the handle of the fridge two inches from the ground.
I had fractures in my spine that had to be repaired that came as a big surprise; nobody warned me that I might get some really severe, threatening fractures. It was painful, and I lost two inches of height, bang!
I've been slightly obsessed with paper and notebooks. Among my most precious possessions is a small light-blue, breviary-sized volume - four-and-a-half inches wide, seven inches tall - made by a company called Denbigh.
When someone sticks a knife six inches into your back, and then pulls it out two inches and claims he's doing you a favor, don't believe him.
When someone you love dies, you don't lose them all at once. You lose them in pieces over time, like how the mail stops coming.
I may discuss love, and I don't mind if two men fall in love, fine. Two women, fine. But I flinch when I think of two Jewish women getting together and having a child because the idea of having two Jewish mothers makes my head explode. I have one; I couldn't handle two.
Whether you're 7 feet 6 inches or normal height, stealing someone's bike is low.
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