Top 100 He Was Mine Quotes
#1. I stood Sentinel of Cadogan House, by God. He was mine, and he knew it, and I would claim what was mine.
Chloe Neill
#2. And now he was mine and I said we should not let our love be threatened.
We should not let the family fall apart.
We should not accept an evil we can change.
We would stand up against it, would we not?
Yes. We should.
We would be heroes, even.
E. Lockhart
#3. When I look into his eyes, I could see without a doubt that he loved me more than anyone else in the world, that I was his salvation, the same way that he was mine.
Richelle Mead
#4. Joe arched an eyebrow at me, leaning against the counter. He crossed his arms over his chest, muscles bulging from the residual pull of the moon. He was beautiful because he was Joe. He was beautiful because he was mine. "Hey,
T.J. Klune
#5. I'd found him, and he was mine - cute little bugger that he was, messed up glasses, funky shoes and all.
Elle Casey
#7. One day I looked at Gat, lying in the Clairmont hammock with a book, and he seemed, well, like he was mine. Like he was my particular person.
E. Lockhart
#8. His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe.
He was mine.
Kim Harrison
#9. I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
Sarah J. Maas
#10. He was mine, and I was his. If I knew anything at all, it was that only those two things mattered.
Jamie McGuire
#11. I don't let nobody see me wishin' he was mine
Taylor Swift
#12. Every kiss, every touch, was a promise that we both knew, I was his and he was mine, and no conspiracy or scheme of kingdoms had a fraction of the power that surged between us.
Mary E. Pearson
#13. I was Carson "Joker" Steele's. End of story. He was mine too, but with a manly man biker, that was secondary. It went with the territory, hand in hand with him staking his claim. This did not bother me. It didn't trouble me. It didn't annoy me. It utterly thrilled me.
Kristen Ashley
#14. The soft smile on Tristan's face as he drove with his left hand while holding mine in his right screamed louder than any words ever could. He was mine.
Angela McPherson
#15. He'd left me for a time. He'd doubted me, but now he was mine again and I wanted to keep him here in a tangle of limbs and bedsheets until I'd quieted every last voice and we were only right again.
Paula McLain
#16. I was suddenly overwhelmed by what an incredible person this boy was, standing in front of me, and by the fact that he was mine and I was his.
Maggie Stiefvater
#17. It was like my body knew instantly that he was mine and that I was his.
Fisher Amelie
#18. Dressed in black pants, a white button-down, and a leather jacket, he was sophisticated but cool. A man about town, a globetrotter, a secret cat whisperer who would sell his soul for an apple pie. And he was mine.
Alice Clayton
#19. Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.
Truman Capote
#21. What else can I tell you? From the very first moment that I held him, I loved him and felt he was mine. Each day that I wake up and look at him, I can hardly believe it. Our love for him grows stronger each day and we enjoy watching him develop.
Kathleen Silber
#22. I was going to fight to keep the elusive Horde King as my own. Every beauty needed a beast, and he was mine.
Amelia Hutchins
#23. We were soul mates. Bound through time with a love stronger than steel. He was mine. And I was his. Unquestionably. Forever. Yet here we were. He was half-dressed and embracing my sworn enemy.
Courtney Cole
#24. When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes,
I think he knew what he would do,
what he would have to do,
and he was mourning us.
He was mourning us the whole time.
Emma Forrest
#25. His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard.
I wish he was mine, he's really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.
J.K. Rowling
#26. For tonight, until the sun came up and the suitcases were packed, he was mine.
Christina Lauren
#27. I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.
Jamie McGuire
#28. He bent his head to mine and kissed the sense out of me. If you'd asked me my name, I'd have told you wrong. He had that kind of ability and he was mine, maybe it was because he was mine and because I loved him the way I did that his spell could cast itself over me with such ferocity.
Fisher Amelie
#29. If your pop had dumped me, I wouldn't have moved on either. He was mine, and no other man would do. Holding onto what I loved wouldn't have made me weak. It'd make me strong enough to be alone rather than with a man who gives me less than I need.
Bijou Hunter
#30. He was mine, and I'd be damned if I was going to let some other woman have him. I would shove the candlelight up her ass.
Abbi Glines
#31. Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me - not if I could help it.
Patricia Briggs
#32. I sort of ... accidentally ... tore it to pieces.
And threw it in the fire.
Well, he was mine after all.
Heather Dixon
#33. Vengeance is mine sayeth the Lord. Was Father Tom thinking about vengeance now? The possibility amused him. Perhaps the next time he went to confession he would ask him. A priest should understand. That was his job, wasn't it? To understand and forgive? Maybe understanding would come with death.
Julie Garwood
#34. I had been on the road for a long time and was not really getting anywhere. Bob Johnston, a friend of mine, had taken over Columbia in Nashville. He asked me if I wanted to come down. I did - thank God I did.
Charlie Daniels
#35. Well he could hate too, hate was easy, hate would fuel him if his mother's love could not. Loyalty is our strength. He snorted a silent laughed of derision. Let loyalty be your strength, Father. My hate for you will be mine.
Anthony Ryan
#36. 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
#37. He was no longer my professor, no longer someone I loathed. He was hands I needed on my body, lips I wanted kissing mine.
Chanel Cleeton
#38. In three long strides, Chris was leaning into me, pressing my back up against the building His palms flattened against mine, our fingers interlocking above my head. "Let me uncomplicate things for you." He closed his eyes, leaned his head forward, and pressed his lips against mine.
Andrea K. Robbins
#39. You ... you got rid of that dress fast," I pointed out between heavy breaths. "I thought you liked it."
"I do like it," he said. His breathing was as heavy as mine. "I love it."
And then he took me to the bed.
Richelle Mead
#40. I turned away, unexpectedly afraid to look at him. I was afraid of what he might be feeling, the depth of his loss, the extent of his fears. Will Traynor's life had been so far beyond the experiences of mine. Who was I to tell him how he should want to live it?
Jojo Moyes
#41. I think you should kiss me now."
He hummed quietly, more of a deep rumble, and his hips lifted the barest bit into my touch as my hands journeyed higher, almost to his crotch. "I don't take orders well, Queen Ruckler." His voice was becoming deeper, sounding just as breathless as mine had.
Scarlett Dawn
#42. He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek and leaned toward me. I swallowed, gazing up at him with what I hoped was an expectant (and not alarmed) expression. He bent his head toward mine and ...
J.M. Richards
#43. Are you saying you want to be my girlfriend?" His voice was gruff, almost teasing.
I leaned into him and whispered against his lips. "Are you saying you want me to be your girlfriend?"
"Fuck yeah," he whispered back, and pressed his mouth to mine.
Samantha Young
#44. My father was a miner and he worked down a mine.
Kevin Keegan
#45. So he pressed his forehead against mine and breathed me in and there was that sun, okay? That sun between us, that bond that burned and burned and burned because he'd given it to me. Because he'd chosen me. And I got to choose him back.
T.J. Klune
#46. There was something romantic about all of it, in the way he cradled my cheek when his mouth returned to mine and whispered my name like I was some kind of mystery he'd never be able to figure out.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#47. When someone tells me what he or she was doing the first time they heard a song of mine, then I've done a good job. If my song becomes about your life, then I'm successful.
Lyle Lovett
#48. His hand touched my leg and I grabbed it. I held it with both of mine, like he was a lifeline and I needed saving. Or maybe I was the lifeline and he needed saving.
Was it possible we could save each other?
Molly O'Keefe
#49. My first thought was, he lied in every word,
That hoary cripple, with malicious eye
Askance to watch the working of his lie
On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that pursed and scored
Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby.
Robert Browning
#50. What sparked my interest in the combat sports in general was my older brother. I guess older brothers are supposed to pick on their young brothers, but mine took it to a whole new level. He broke my collarbone, broke my rib, and knocked my teeth out.
Jake Hecht
#51. Ethan thought he was doing the right thing. He knew it was crazy. And he didn't want to go, but he had to anyway. Ethan was like that. Even if he was dead.
He saved the world, but he shattered mine.
What now?
Kami Garcia
#52. A student of mine is an actor, he used to go into these interviews and sometimes not get the part. He was "taken out". Someone would use power in a way that would cause him not to succeed
Frederick Lenz
#53. Dad!' I'd complain when I lost track of what he was saying. 'Speak English.'
'Megyn, I will not lower my vocabulary to meet yours,' he said. 'You must raise yours to meet mine.
Megyn Kelly
#54. Abraham Lincoln because he was a man filled with great compassion who believed that all men are created free and equal, and was not afraid to stand on that platform. The way Lincoln lived his life has served me well in mine.
Sidney Sheldon
#55. Hello," I said stiffly.
His smile split into a full grin."So nice to see you again."
"Always a pleasure." My lie sounded robotic, but hopefully it was better than sounding afraid.
"No,no," he said. "The pleasure's all mine."
"If you say so,"I said.
Richelle Mead
#56. That was when I lost it. I couldn't take any more. Not with him that close, his deep voice that sweet, his hand on me, his eyes looking into mine like he could see into my soul.
Kristen Ashley
#57. My God, he thought, the man I once was!
The life that surrounded me! The force that was mine! No "otherness" to be felt anywhere! Once upon a time I was a full human being.
Philip Roth
#58. As I took a step toward him your eyes met mine and I saw the silent pleading for forgiveness or acceptance. I wasn't sure which. All I knew was you were Sawyer's now. My best friend was gone. I envied him and hated him for the first time that day. He'd finaly won the one prize I thought was mine.
Abbi Glines
#59. Are you sure?"
His strong hand grips the side of my neck, and he aligns his eyes with mine. "I've been sure about you since I was fifteen years old. And I'll be sure about you for the rest of my life.
Nicole Williams
#60. I grinned at him, feeling more enthusiastic about my plan now that he was on board. Rosalie was a pain, but I would always owe her one for choosing Emmett; no one had a better brother than mine.
Stephenie Meyer
#61. I pointed my eyes straight ahead too and muttered, "I'm sure I'll find something I can do." I felt Frey's eyes on me, kept mine aimed at the hall then I heard Frey sigh. "Indeed, you will and this terrifies me," he muttered back and that was when I allowed myself to giggle.
Kristen Ashley
#62. Will you wear my ring so all the world knows yer mine?"
Beck wasn't asking for her hand in marriage, but it was so close he might as well be. Riley was deeply touched and she struggled to find the right words.
"Yes," she began. "I'd be proud to.
Jana Oliver
#63. I've always though Marx's view on religion was the one thing he got right. Faith is a crutch.'
'If you step on a land mine,' Akhmed said, the crutch becomes the leg.
Anthony Marra
#64. I was introduced to Mr. Davy, who has rooms adjoining mine (in the Royal Institution); he is a very agreeable and intelligent young man, and we have interesting conversation in an evening ...
John Dalton
#65. A friend of mine, the most innocuous dreamer who ever lived, once set a forest on fire to see, as he said, if it would catch as easily as people said. The first ten times the experiment was a failure; but on the eleventh it succeeded all too well.
Charles Baudelaire
#66. Ronan taught me that children do not exist to honor their parents; their parents exist to honor them. [ ... ] Ronan was mine but he never belonged to me. This is not an issue of ownership. A child is not a couch.
Emily Rapp
#67. He understands why people hold hands: he'd always thought it was about possessiveness, saying This is mine. But it's about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don't go.
Cassandra Clare
#68. I don't really get to see a lot of other comedians, because I work with the same people all the time. The guy I really like is Nick DiPaulo. I love Nick DiPaulo, but again, he's a buddy of mine. But I liked him for a long time. I liked him before he was a buddy of mine.
Larry The Cable Guy
#69. I saw my ex-husband in the street. I was sitting on the steps of the new library.
Hello, my life, I said. We had once been married for twenty-seven years, so I felt justified.
He said, What? What life? No life of mine.
Grace Paley
#70. Are you mine and no one else's?"
He smiled, caressing my face with his thumb as he brought his lips down to mine. "Always yours. I was never anybody else's.
Claire Contreras
#71. The sounds of a man crying is a piteous noise, almost worse than an infant's cry. Babies are either hungry, sick or bored, or need changing. This man was none of those things. He was wrapped in grief as deep as the ocean, and no one could do anything to help him.
Samantha Hayes
#72. A mate of mine told me recently, 'It's the first time I've seen you work, Worthington.' I thought that was quite funny, but he was right.
Sam Worthington
#73. When I see gurgling retarded children (that's God's doing, by the way, not mine) happily styling their hair with their own stinking mards, I think of Adam in those pre-marital days. I know he's your great-to-the-nth-degree-granddad and all - but I'm afraid he was rather an imbecile.
Glen Duncan
#74. Dufresne, his name was - I remember, because it sounds a little like mine. It seems he was not so smart at wife-killing as he was at picking growth stocks.
Stephen King
#75. So, that's what I'm doing until I meet a friend here. I was hoping that the kid who told the truth could become a friend of mine, but I think he was just being a good guy by telling.
Stephen Chbosky
#76. I realised that despite the hangups, despite the crazy drama he created, I would love him always. Clay was mine just as surely as I was his. My life and his were inexplicably intertwined and there was no denying the intense connection we shared.
A Meredith Walters
#77. That day I realized that at least for the time being, I was becoming Christian's somebody.
And maybe, just maybe, he was becoming mine.
Melyssa Winchester
#78. What I ended up doing was kind of crafting an idea for a story, presenting it to a writer - a dear friend of mine, Brad Mirman - and he ended up writing a beautiful script. I should've done that a lot earlier.
Kiefer Sutherland
#79. Although Ronald Reagan was somebody I disagreed with on most ideological things, he was a friend of mine, and he was a very, very likable man. Ronald Reagan, for instance, was maybe more able to get the very rich to do the right thing sometimes.
Warren Beatty
#80. And the process of reading is such a private one. I once came into a room where a friend of mine was reading one of my books, and he clicked his tongue impatiently and shooed me off.
Vikram Seth
#81. That's the trouble, I can't forget him. He was everything to me, except mine.
Jennifer Worth
#82. Ranerio wrapped his hand around mine, guiding my fingers like Lucius had done when he'd shown me the latch behind the dressing-room door mirror. But while the warrior I loved had been offering me an escape route, the pacifist was trying to show me how to fight.
Beth Fantaskey
#83. You're too sacred," he continued, and his voice was husked with emotion. "You're the one. My sunlit angel. My Roses. Mine.
Juliette Miller
#84. I started shooting when I was much too far away. That was merely a trick of mine. I did not mean so much as to hit him as to frighten him, and I succeeded in catching him. He began flying curves and this enabled me to draw near.
Manfred Von Richthofen
#85. Perfectly good sex?" Cam interrupted us, drawing both our gazes. His voice was low with some unnamed emotion. "Abstain?" His now heated eyes ran the length of me before returning to meet mine. "Then he isn't doing it right.
Samantha Young
#86. For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.
Jennifer Donnelly
#87. We never did see a shooting star, but it didn't matter to me one bit. Before the night was over I said, this is one of my top moments. He said mine too.
Jenny Han
#88. That is why we need to come with you," Logan replied as if he read my mind. "You don't have to do everything alone, Rose." He placed his hand on top of mine which was resting on the table.
A few volts of electricity ran up my spine.
Claudia Caren
#89. It is near thirty years since He made it sure; and since that time, though there has fallen out much sin, yet I was never out of an assurance of mine interest, nor long out of sight of His presence.
Donald Cargill
#90. There will be blood," he said quietly, "blood and death. You should not have come."
"Since when was a woman afraid of blood?" she asked. "The problem is not only Sean's. It is mine also. If there is to be blood, I will share in the letting or the losing of it.
Louis L'Amour
#91. I was happiest when he just came and lay down next to me, and I could almost feel the weight of his body against mine.
Meg Rosoff
#92. He truly was mine and I willingly, in every way, belonged to him.
Renee Ericson
#93. Faythe ... ?" The tremor in his voice broke my heart. Then understanding surfaced, and his tear-filled eyes searched mine desperately. "No. No," he whispered through clenched teeth. "This was not wrong. It's the only thing I've done right in months. Don't you dare regret this.
Rachel Vincent
#94. I didn't worry about leaving Jay with Pagan this time. I was sure
he'd get the message when he read his ticket.
After all when a guy reads,
She's mine. That's your one and only warning.
Dank Walker
He knows if he isn't ready for a fight he can't win then he'd better back the fuck off.
Abbi Glines
#95. He rarely saw a doorway without advancing through it as if he owned it. Since he owned a good many doorways, he would have pointed out that this was a reasonable assumption.
Eloisa James
#96. He comes out of the mine about the same as when he went in. He has no sense that it was something he decided to do himself, or that he had a choice. He's like totally passive. But I think in real life people are like that. It's not so easy to make choices on your own.
Haruki Murakami
#97. Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to ... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.
Ann Aguirre
#98. I can't believe it. You're finally mine," he said, astonishment in his voice."I was always yours.
Alison G. Bailey
#99. He was at the very beginning of his love life and I had watched mine wither and die. He was free to date whomever he wanted and I had buried the greatest love of my life.
Rachel Higginson
#100. He stepped even closer to her and leaned in, until his mouth was inches from hers, and whispered, "I don't give a fuck. That body, that pussy, those nipples are mine to lick and fuck and suck. I don't want anyone else touching you. For any reason. Ever.
Zoey Ellis
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