Posted at 11:38 AM ET, 03/23/2011

Elizabeth Taylor dies: A tribute to the purple-eyed lady


Elizabeth Taylor in the film "Butterfield 8" in 1961. (AP)
My mother always spoke of her eyes, her mysterious, beguiling eyes, as the epitome of beauty. Those big, purple-gray eyes stared out at the screen for decades, filled with passion, rage and life. So much life.

Just last July, Elizabeth Taylor wrote on Twitter, “No one is going to play Elizabeth Taylor, but Elizabeth Taylor herself. Not at least until I’m dead, and at the moment I’m having too much fun being alive ... and I plan on staying that way.”

Wednesday, Elizabeth Taylor died at the age of 79 of congestive heart failure. She lived life raggedly, messily, loudly. She fought ceaselessly in AIDS philanthropy. She loved and lost and loved again. She wore big diamonds. The Vatican condoned her. A congresswoman spoke out against her on the House floor. Michael Jackson loved her. “It’s not the having; it’s the getting,” she once said.

In one of her last interviews, with Bazaar magazine, Taylor gave the only obituary she needs: “I have been supremely lucky in my life in that I have known great love, and of course I am the temporary custodian of some incredible and beautiful things. But I have never felt more alive than when I watched my children delight in something, never more alive than when I have watched a great artist perform, and never richer than when I have scored a big check to fight AIDS.”

For all the Post coverage, go here. And Life magazine is pulling out its glitzy best photos of one of the magazine’s favorite cover girls. Go check out their photo tributes here.

What will you remember most about Elizabeth Taylor? Use #taylortributes on Twitter to tell us and we'll post some of your replies in this blog. Or post your memories in the comments below.

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