He Was Her Quotes

#1. He was her father after all. True, a father whose funeral rite she planned to dance at and toast with ale, but her father just the same.

G.A. Aiken

#2. It was like a curse. He was her antidote. She was his poison.

Claire Merle

#3. He was her home. He always had been.

J.M. Darhower

#4. She raised her head finally. He looked the same, but then, he always did. She'd seem him kill twice, and he betrayed no reaction at all. He was a monster, not even human.
But he was her monster ...

Anne Stuart

#5. She wanted to tell him she'd never pick any of those other three billion guys, because he was all she wanted. He was her freak, and she'd love him forever.

Trinity Faegen

#6. He was stretched out like he was her own personal playground and she wanted to ride on his equipment for a bit longer.

Amy Andrews

#7. Kyle whispered his name softly, like he was her air.

Debra Anastasia

#8. Yes, Lex was her friend. Yes, she wanted to help him out. But Terrible ... he wasn't her friend, he was her life.

Stacia Kane

#9. And who did she have? The thought caught her up short, but then she smiled, remembering the preacher's words. She had the Lord. He was her foundation, and that was enough.

Carol Cox

#10. Aelin had known, though. That he was her mate. And she had not pushed it, or demanded he face it, because she loved him, and he knew she'd rather carve out her own heart than cause him pain or distress. His Fireheart. His equal, his friend, his lover. His wife. His mate.

Sarah J. Maas

#11. He was her moon. He balanced out her tides.

Katie Neipris

#12. She realizes she doesn't know as much as God but feels she knows as much as God knew when he was her age.

Dorothy Parker

#13. He was her drug. He always had been. And until that very moment neither of them realized that she was his as well. He couldn't get enough

Ginger Voight

#14. There he was, her confidant - strong, solid, and unbending.

Jettie Necole

#15. She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.

James Joyce

#16. I swallowed, feeling something inside me respond, a rush of warmth spreading through my veins. My own dragon, calling to Riley's, like he was her other half.

Julie Kagawa

#17. So he was her husband, Edward might eat her, and no one's hair could rival his.

Cynthia Hand

#18. He was her creation. From the moment they met when he wobbled onto the ice at the age of ten and refused to leave until he had learned his first jump, they could see into each others souls. Now when it counted most, there was a wall between them.

Lisa Luciano

#19. He was not her first love but he was her first true love.

Wunny Azman

#20. Olivia dared not ask, but she had to know. It seemed unlikely her husband could have made a worse choice than Jack Dodger, but if he was her husband's first who would serve as his second? The devil himself? Who is appointed as my son's guardian in that will?

Lorraine Heath

#21. What was she thinking? He was her mechanic, not a piece of meat. Although, if he were a piece of meat, he'd be a big, juicy porterhouse, the naughtier side of her thought. -Gabby, Love in Greener Pastures

Amanda Bretz

#22. She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she kept her convoluted and confused thoughts to herself. He was her light in the darkness, but she was unsure if it was actual love or a form of Stockholm syndrome.

Emmie White

#23. At long last he was her's

Josephine Cox

#24. He still had the power to stagger her at timessimply the fact that he was breathing that all his organs were in their proper places that blood flowed quietly and effectively through his small sturdy limbs. He was her flesh and blood her mother had told her in the hospital the day Akash was born.

Jhumpa Lahiri

#25. She realized all at once that Doon, thin, dark eyed Doon, with his troublesome temper and his terrible brown jacket, and his good heart
was the person she knew better than anyone now. He was her best friend.
City of Ember

Jeanne DuPrau

#26. Nicolas felt awkward. If she needed him to shoot someone for her, he was her man, but comforting her was something altogether different. He didn't like feeling uncertain; it was foreign to his nature. Men didn't pet women like dogs, did they? He put his arm around her, drew her closer to him.

Christine Feehan

#27. The idea of marrying Lukan made her skin crawl. He was a Chenayan. She, a Norin. He was her conqueror. She, his conquered. He had been born and raised to lord over her. She had been born and raised to hate him. They might as well have been different species.

Gwynn White

#28. She'd had her way, and had the top
the third time
informing him he was her 'own private playground'.

Karen Marie Moning

#29. For how could she dream for more when he was her every dream come true?

Yna Paulina

#30. No matter where she went, God was her family. He was her hope.

Tricia Goyer

#31. And he was her one true person, settled and sure, for life

Laini Taylor

#32. He was always teaching, moulding her, encouraging her to curb her temper; in many ways he was as much a father figure to her as he was her husband; she in turn admired his knowledge and teaching, as she did everything about him.

Sarah Ferguson

#33. She came and took away all his miseries, his sorrows !!
Then SHe
went and left him restlessly numb. He was her
painkiller. SHe, his anesthetic.

Douglas Self

#34. He can surround a sword with flames."
Freya sounded proud of him. That irritated Ena. He was her prisoner and only she had the right to feel proud of him as far as she was concerned.

Terry Spear

#35. She hugged him and said, "Flowers and ravens," because she wanted him to know she remembered.
Then she hugged Matthew and said, "My love," because he was her favorite.
She said nothing at all to Declan, because he wasn't there.

Maggie Stiefvater

#36. He was her worst nightmare and fondest wish all wrapped up in a damn Boy Scout.

Taryn Elliott

#37. Man, life was complicated. But the truth was simple. He was her home. He was where she belonged.

J.R. Ward

#38. What Alex was able to do to her, the way he made her feel was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before and she knew she'd never be able to get enough of him. He was her drug, her high, and she was addicted without any desire to find a cure.

Loni Flowers

#39. He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

Catherine Fisher

#40. Fate was a bitch, but she always had a wicked sense of humor. Today, he was her punch line. Tomorrow, she'd be laughing at them.
-Darling's thoughts

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#41. He was a man of moods, yet he was her constant, something unchanging, infinitely reliable, the pivot of her life. There could never be anyone else. Without him she would not be more than half alive.

Winston Graham

#42. He kept her company, listened patiently when she complained, and always made sure her clothes were thoroughly covered in cat hair. They were family. He was her cat; she was his human. It seemed crazy, but that was enough.

Lydia Sherrer

#43. She was Lilith, First Wife of Adam, Queen of the Night, Mother of Demons, Stealer of Children, and he was her Revenant - her undead warrior. And she would use him, and the power of his spear, to destroy her enemies and punish her wayward children.,

Alan Kinross

#44. Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

Nicole Krauss

#45. Of all the men I have known, I cannot recall one whose mother did her level best for him when he was little who did not turn out well when he grew up.

Frances Parkinson Keyes

#46. something glorious a minute later. How could anyone not have an orgasm? While she didn't ask for his cock, her mouth opened as she gulped in air. Perhaps it was when she dropped her head back that he understood she was ever so close, because he shut off the vibrator and pulled it out.

Vella Day

#47. He was waiting for a man with a knife to come out of a doorway at him. All this time, he told me, he had been trying to steal death from her body. By confronting it himself, he would keep it away from her.

Don DeLillo

#48. It will be a nuisance if he even suspects I spare the merest moment to ponder the Intruder, and he would willfully misinterpret it. I think of her only because I am concerned with their security. The thought was so lame and uncertain in his own mind, it made him growl.

K.M. Shea

#49. He'd said he was in love with her. And that just filled her up and emptied her out again. It made her want to shake, it made her want to weep. It made her want to hold onto him as if her life depended on it.

Nora Roberts

#50. I've always said people say on a dramatic show, 'I was crying. It was so emotional when he went and grabbed that little girl from a burning building and handed her over to her mother.' In comedy, the best thing you can say is, 'I think it's funny.'

Bob Newhart

#51. Dawson sprang off the bed, but his feet never touched the floor beside it. He hovered, staring down at himself. He was glowing.
Like in full motherfreaking alien mode up in her house, in her bedroom.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#52. He took her hand in his and kissed her fingers, then shook his head. "I wouldn't have let you get away. I was angry and I acted foolishly, but I would have gotten you back. Whatever it took, I would have gotten you back. You're my answer, Zoe. You're my salvation.

Elliot Mabeuse

#53. I love you," he said against her lips. "I love you, too," she said but the words that always seemed so big felt small now. What was love when put up against war?

Kristin Hannah

#54. Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, 'If you please, sir
' The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept

Lewis Carroll

#55. He just looked at her as if she were an idiot. Or a woman. It was Tillie's experience that most men thought they were one and the same.

Julia Quinn

#56. She'd betrayed her country because she'd believed it was the right thing to do. Yet would she have done this, if not for Arin?
He knew none of it. Had never asked for it. Kestrel had made her own choices. It was unfair to blame him.
But she wanted to.

Marie Rutkoski

#57. It was nothing compared to his awe as he watched her de-feather the dead fowl like a trained expert,

Marissa Meyer

#58. He kissed her as though he were starved for her. Like he'd been held away from her and had finally broken free. It was the kind of kiss that lived only in her fantasies. No one had ever made her feel so..consumed.

Maya Banks

#59. If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn't marry her for the world if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could possibly marry.

Geoffrey Chaucer

#60. He had not known a world that did not have her in it. Yet now he was going to discover just that.

Shane K.P. O'Neill

#61. There was not a scrap of tangible evidence to show that he had spent the most wonderful year of his life with her.
Which only increased his desire to remain faithful to her.

Milan Kundera

#62. The next day Mrs Honeyfoot told her husband that John Segundus was exactly what a gentleman should be, but she feared he would never profit by it for it was not the fashion to be modest and quiet and kind-hearted.

Susanna Clarke

#63. There's one thing I want you to do for me."
"Anything." He pleaded.
"When you're all alone, sitting in the silence behind bars, separated from your freedom. Ask yourself. Was it worth it?" She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger.

Michelle Umland

#64. He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

Holly Black

#65. A Bridgeport, Connecticut, man presented his girlfriend with an engagement ring and handed her one end of a ribbon; the other end disappeared into his pocket. "A surprise," he said, and urged her to pull it. She obliged. The ribbon was attached to the trigger of a revolver. The man died instantly.

Erik Larson

#66. Recently a guy was having trouble with his computer. So he unplugs it, takes it out in the alley, pulls out a gun, and shoots it eight times. Coincidentally, that's how Hillary got rid of her emails.

David Letterman

#67. Someday, when he was good enough, he would ask her to write them in a book and let him do all the pictures.

Katherine Paterson

#68. It didn't matter what he said. The world is terrifying. It always is. But Cecil reminded her that it was ok to relax in a terrifying world.

Joseph Fink

#69. Clary?" he thought.
Her voice came through, tinged with alarm. "What is it? What's happened? Did my mom find out I'm gone?"
"Not yet," he thought back. "Is Azazel the cat from the Smurfs?"
There was a long pause. "That's Azrael, Simon. And no more using the magic rings for Smurfs question.

Cassandra Clare

#70. (Devon) "Cam - you're killing me," she quavered, pressing her head back into the pillow and praying for patience. Her heart was pounding.
"I'm loving you," he corrected in a hot whisper, then took her nipple deep into his mouth as his palm brushed over the damp lace covering her core.

Kaylea Cross

#71. I'm in love with you, you stupid arse, and I'm not losing you. Got it?" she whispered against his lips before kissing him again. Her confession had stolen his breath, so all he could do was nod. "Now, once again, how do we fix you?" she asked, when they finally parted. To

Morgan Rhodes

#72. Did he know that she was so dissatisfied with herself that she was always pretending to be different? Probably he did, and despised her for it. More than anyone she knew, Joe Willard was always, fearlessly, himself.

Maud Hart Lovelace

#73. He already couldn't remember what it'd been like before her. He'd thought everything was great in his life but then he'd been thrown a curve ball in the form of this gorgeous, passionate woman who he suddenly couldn't get enough of. Which made it official. He was hers, completely.

Jill Shalvis

#74. The girl was eighty percent kitten and twenty percent lioness, and he considered it his mission to make her roar.

Kitty French

#75. The simple fact was, he loved her. Loved her with every breath in his body, every cell in his blood, every bone and organ he possessed. He loved her to the depths of his very soul. Had only taken five minutes after she'd walked away to realize it. She

Gena Showalter

#76. Ransom?" She struggled to sit up. "What are you do - ?"
He laid his tongue to her core.
"Oh." She flopped back against the bed. "Oh."
God, she was sweet. Sweet and pink and musky and Izzy.

Tessa Dare

#77. Caroline smiled and waved and blew kisses to both of them as she exited the building. But once outside she felt sad and let down, like the party was over and it was time to go home. And yet she remembered her promise to God. She was going to trust that he knew what was best for her.

Melody Carlson

#78. He chased after her. Needed to reach her, though he didn't know why. He was just sure in that certain senseless way of dreams.

Veronica Rossi

#79. She could tell he was exhausted, maybe half as much as she was, but he was still willing to do anything for her. It made her sad, someone being this loyal to her.

Hugh Howey

#80. She clenched the blanket in her fist, and sighed, and breathed his name, and if she hasn't said it out load, he wouldn't have known what to call himself, because everything was her.

Laura Ruby

#81. He wanted to run to her, wrap her in his arms. Protect her. But it was Jem's place to do those things, not his. Not his. -Will Herondale

Cassandra Clare

#82. Long before the year was up, Janie noticed that her husband had stopped talkin to he rin rhymes.

Zora Neale Hurston

#83. The phone rang. Joan Rochester leaped to her feet, but Dominick signaled her to sit with a wave of his hand. He wiped his face as though it were a windshield and rose from his seat. Dominick was a thick man. Not fat. Thick. Thick neck, thick shoulders, thick chest, thick arms and thighs. The

Harlan Coben

#84. Oh, he was perfect. An orgasm - just for her - and a compliment. She would bottle him and sell him and make her fortune.

Ruthie Knox

#85. Grampie's boat was a little double-ender, a model not built nowadays. She was narrow, so that she pitched and rolled something wicked in almost any sea. He could handle her, but he said she was probably the boat Christ got out of and walked away from on the water.

Ruth Moore

#86. She knew that alexander was sitting on the bench by the house slightly behind her, and that he was watching her. he was doing that more and more often. Watching her as he smoked. And smoked. And smoked.

Paullina Simons

#87. No conflicting loyalties?"
"Not yet." But if it came to that, he had already made his choice. Her name was Brenna and she was his heartbeat.

Nalini Singh

#88. The Titanic was in more senses than one a fool's paradise. There is nothing that man can build that nature cannot destroy, and far as he may advance in might and knowledge and cunning, her blind strength will always be more than his match.

Filson Young

#89. I'm sorry. I can't serve him that item," the waitress said, only somewhat surprising her since she had a pretty good idea why.
"Why not?" she found herself asking anyway out of curiosity to see if she was right.
***
"Because he's a Bradford," the woman explained with a shrug.

R.L. Mathewson

#90. Them. She's much too nice about it, but that's the way she is. Leslie almost said that that was why he loved her, but caught

Danielle Steel

#91. When you were the son of evil, there was little you couldn't do, own, or kill, and yet her mortal self was an elusive trophy he could touch, but not put on his shelf.
This made her rare. This made her precious.
This made him ... love her.

J.R. Ward

#92. She was the one person he'd hoped to avoid as much as possible when he'd taken his place as Sheriff of Maxville. It wasn't that he disliked her, that was the problem. Despite his better judgment and a glutton for punishment, he still cared too damn much for the woman.

Lia Davis

#93. The man she wanted existed only in the romantic novels she was reading. She had met him. But he would never meet her.

Mary Papas

#94. You have to let her know you're in charge!"
"I thought I was!" Typical female. The mare had only let him THINK he was in charge.

Kerrelyn Sparks

#95. So excellent a king; that was, to this,
Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother
That he might not beteem the winds of heaven
Visit her face too roughly.

William Shakespeare

#96. For the first time, she was feeling him; finally seeing him in the light like he wanted her to.

Mesha Mesh

#97. He'd listened to enough half-truths and outright lies from the outlaws he'd collected bounties on not to notice the slight hesitations in her speech or the exaggerated casualness of her posture. The woman was up to something. Heeding

Karen Witemeyer

#98. He was so tender, so infinitely soothing, she longed to stay in his arms forever. With such strong arms about her, surely nothing could harm her.

Margaret Mitchell

#99. Danny, give me the phone." Isobel thrust her hand out for the receiver. "And you can forget the five bucks."
"I was gonna charge you three-fifty anyway," he said, holding the phone just out of reach. "He knew he hadn't dialed the wrong number, so I had to tell him you were on the crapper.

Kelly Creagh

#100. the nameless maiden in the advertisement was like a thousand other clothing models he had seen in magazines - arched brows, big eyes, angular cheeks, pouting mouth, a fetching figure, and a haughty, revolted look, as though someone had just offered her a jellyfish to hold.

Herman Wouk