“We became lovers forever, eternally. Big words, I know, but I truly felt that no matter what happened we would always be in love.” Ava Gardner
“We might have been in different cities, different countries, but we were never apart. And every once in a while, Frank would call me in Madrid, London, Rome, New York, wherever I happened to be, and say ‘Ava, let’s try again.’ And I’d say ‘Okay!’ And drop everything, sometimes even a part in a picture. And it would be heaven, but it wouldn’t last more than twenty-four hours. And I’d go running off again, literally running. We could never quite understand why it hadn’t and couldn’t work out.”
-Ava Gardner; Ava: My Story.
“It started with a phone call from Frank saying he’d rented a house on Lake Tahoe and why didn’t I come by. A few nights later, when we had both drunk too much, Frank made an offhand remark that hurt me so deeply that I decided to go back to Los Angeles.
The telephone rang; it was Hank Sanicola saying, ‘Oh my God, Ava. Hurry back! Frank’s taken an overdose!’ I have been exasperated with Francis Albert Sinatra many times, but never more so than on the morning when I rushed back to his bedside back at Lake Tahoe. I ran into his bedroom and looked down at him and he turned his sad blue eyes to look at me. ‘I thought you’d gone,’ he said weakly. He’d had a fine rest, doctors watching over him, feeling his pulse, and they didn’t even have to pump his stomach; he hadn’t taken enough phenobarbitol for that. Everybody had been up all night except Frank. I could have killed him. Instead I forgave him in about 25 seconds.”
- Ava Gardner, autobiography
No doubt that I love their story the most. Please God, I rarely wish for something. Hit me with a love like that. I'm okay with the pain. Hit me with Sinatra. Send me someone like him. Oh, if not him, can you send me Nick Cave?