Top 100 He Watched Her Quotes
#1. It was nothing compared to his awe as he watched her de-feather the dead fowl like a trained expert,
Marissa Meyer
#2. He watched her screen, her spell-checker halting at such spurious entries as "fuckwitism" and "Caliguliberal".
Cara McKenna
#3. Said we'll discuss it when I commit." She smoothed the area under the eye crevice. "I wonder who they think it is ... " He watched her for a moment without speaking. "Louisiana in October isn't too unpleasant. We could take
Iris Johansen
#4. That evening she glowed. She gave off a vibration of energy that he suspected only he could detect. Do I do this to you?, he wondered, as he watched her eat. Or is this just the relief of being out from under the forbidden eye of that husband of yours?
Jojo Moyes
#5. You saved me, Eve." He watched her blink in absolute shock. "What you are, what I feel for you, what we are together saved me." He kept his eyes on hers as he kissed her.
J.D. Robb
#6. Here?"
She gasped, grasping his forearm with her hand.
He growled low in his throat as he watched her attempt to understand the feelings coursing through her. When he spoke, his voice was rough with his own response. "I think you want more than that.
Sarah MacLean
#7. He watched her emerald eyes darken with need until they were the color of the Highland hills warmed by the summer sun.
Shelly Thacker
#8. He watched her with a hopeful, piercing scrutiny that made her tingle, she felt so ... seen.
Laini Taylor
#9. When he watched her sleeping, he often thought, My heart lies vulnerable outside my chest.
Kresley Cole
#10. Tea. He watched her while she made it, made it, of course, all wrong: the water not on the boil, the teapot unheated, too few leaves. She said, I never quite understand why English people like teas so.
Graham Greene
#11. There was a savagery to his smile, and a darkness in his eyes when he watched her. He was in love with her. And it hurt him.
Courtney Milan
#12. He watched her curiously from below, feeling as someone might feel watching a butterfly sit nearby, afraid to scare it off with a sound of voice or an abrupt movement.
Alexandra Engellmann
#13. As he watched her sleep he had often been near-choked with joy;
Eleanor Catton
#14. He watched her leave in a sweep of midnight and dawn, her wings unlike any other, and he knew he'd damn his own honor and take vengeance on the world should anyone dare lay a finger on her.
Nalini Singh
#15. She didn't say goodbye. She set off up the street, dodging the pedestrians, walking fast. He watched her, waiting to see if she might look back. But of course she didn't. He knew she wouldn't. She wasn't the looking-back kind.
Robert Harris
#16. He watched her, listened to her, and knew she was truly asleep. He kissed her forehead and found the act pleasing for its own sake. And, he admitted as he licked his lips, it was enjoyable for other reasons. Meg wasn't bitable, but he really did like the taste of her.
Anne Bishop
#18. He watched her like he had come home after a long absence and had missed her most of all.
Genevieve Valentine
#19. For a long time he watched her. When she was lost to sight, he was almost a little moved. But that's life, thought death.
Wolf Erlbruch
#20. He watched her sleep now, her dark hair fanned out over his arm that she laid on.
Running his free hand over her naked back, he couldn't get enough of touching her.
How had he gone this long without this.
Devona Serenity
#21. She walked away from him, and as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly. The
J.K. Rowling
#22. He watched her with murderous distaste as she fumbled with her spoon. They had ordered ice cream, and some of it clung to her lips as she rolled a cold mouthful on her tongue.
Richard Yates
#23. He watched her walk away with a sway in her hips that tossed her long, milk-chocolate-colored ponytail from side to side.
Meg Knight
#24. You're scaring the help," Rhys said. He watched her now with his dark eyes.
"I scare a lot of people," Nyx said.
Kameron Hurley
#25. Ahren looked at Camille like she hung the sun in the sky every morning. It was beautiful, the way he watched her, enchanted by every breath that came out of her mouth.
Kiera Cass
#26. He was charmed out of all reason as he watched her, this sandy, disheveled, storytelling mermaid, who seemed already to belong to him and yet wanted nothing to do with him. His heart worked in strange rhythms, as if it were struggling to adjust to a brand new metronome. What was happening to him?
Lisa Kleypas
#27. What the hell is she doing? Jake asked, his mouth slack as he watched her dance. The dance wasn't some seductive siren call. It was odd and slightly awkward and joyous.
Lexi Blake
#28. He watched her fantastic ass sway as she stomped toward the exit, wondering how he could fuck this up any more. He couldn't. There was no possible way he could fuck this up further, so he had nothing to lose.
Kelly Lucille
#29. It'll all be over soon, and you can go back to ruling the world." She slid off her stool ...
He watched her go. Felt unaccountably lonely.
"When did I stop ruling the world?" he called after her.
Erin Kellison
#30. It was electrifying the way he watched her so carefully that he forgot himself.
Cammie McGovern
#31. He watched her every move and when she left the room, his eyes allowed her reluctantly to go.
Maya Angelou
#32. He watched her go, wondering if life ever offered happiness in more than very small, very brief doses. T
Mary Balogh
#33. And a killer was out there, plotting his next murder. Damn. He watched her mood shift, playful to alert and serious.
J.T. Ellison
#34. Emily saw it in his eyes, the intense way he watched her without fighting what was happening between them. He loved her. She was sure of it.
Katy Regnery
#35. You should give it to Max, Liesel. See if you can leave it on the bedside table, like all the other things." Liesel watched him as if he'd gone insane. "How, though?" Lightly, he tapped her skull with his knuckles. "Memorize it. Then write it down for him.
Markus Zusak
#36. When he looked over, Emma had her head tipped back against the tree, and was humming as she watched the clouds move through the branches. Peter realized then how alone they each were. It was just that now they were alone together.
Jennifer E. Smith
#37. She watched his gaze flicker over her suit, her gleaming shoes, and realized he was performing the same reconciliations she was, adjusting a mental image of a long-ago spouse to match the changed person sitting before him.
Emily St. John Mandel
#38. Levi watched her carefully again, his gaze roaming over her face, as if he was trying to see into her mind. "You're not lying. Why are you doing this?"
"Because if I try to shut you out you'll cause me more problems than I want to deal with. And I don't want to kill you.
Katie Reus
#39. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.
Leslie Marmon Silko
#40. Percy Jackson, son of Poseidon ... probably the demigod Hazel admired most. He'd saved her life so many times on their quest to Alaska; but when he had needed Hazel's help in Rome, she'd failed him. She'd watched, powerless, as he and Annabeth had plunged into that pit.
Rick Riordan
#41. She watched his face as earnestly as he watched the river. But, in the intensity of her look there was a touch of dread or horror.
Charles Dickens
#42. Vin shook her head. "No, not me. I'm not a good person or a bad person. I'm just here to kill things."
OreSeur watched her for a moment, then settled back down. "Regardless," he said, "you are not my worst master. That is, perhaps, a compliment among our people.
Brandon Sanderson
#43. Leafpool picked up her bundle and bounded off through the trees. Bramblestar watched her go, more glad than he could express that she was ThunderClan's medicine cat once more.
Erin Hunter
#44. I watched you for years," she whispered. The tears were drying on her cheeks, and heat was building within her. If he would just touch her. Touch her there. "I watched you and you never saw me.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#45. Lane watched her for a moment with mounting irritation. Quite probably, he resented and feared any signs of detachment in a girl he was seriously dating. In any case, he surely was concerned over the possibility that this bug Franny had might bitch up the whole weekend.
J.D. Salinger
#46. Dean watched her quietly as a storm of confusion whirled through his mind. What he could say to comfort her right now eluded him as words lingered beyond the grasp of his thoughts. He resigned himself to the fact there was no possible solace he could provide as she dressed briskly.
Jill Thrussell
#49. She watched unguarded emotion wash across his face as he sank into her. Wonder. Pleasure. Need. Anticipation. Love. Under it all, infusing every look, every action, every touch. Love.
Anne Calhoun
#50. Deborah just watched him as he skidded to a stop in front of her. He seemed young for a dentist, maybe thirty, and in all honesty he looked a little too buff, too, as though he had been pumping iron when he should have been filling cavities. Deborah
Jeff Lindsay
#51. She didn't want to go out into a world where he didn't exist. So she watched the light shift and change, and let the world pass by without her.
Sarah J. Maas
#52. A son," the Queen said, and her smile lit up the room. "Will I give birth soon?"
The old woman nodded.
"When?"
The old woman reached out and rested her hand on top of the basket, watched the Queen's eyes darken. "When he's more beautiful than you.
Wheeler Scott
#53. You've used me to punish yourself, haven't you?"
He watched dawning realization spread over her face, a confirmation more positive than anything she could ever say, and that arrow twisted deep in his
chest. Yet still he had to ask the last question.
"Am I anything to you but a punishment?
Elizabeth Hoyt
#54. The doc watched her go, and then said, very softly, "don't let it happen."
"Sorry?"
Samedi yanked his head back on, and once it was in place, looked at me very seriously. "Just ... don't let it happen."
He shuffled off into the other lab then, leaving me to stew in his words.
Lia Habel
#55. Ned watched her. She was young and pretty - a "handsome blonde," as he later described her.
Erik Larson
#56. She watched him, her head angled. He sometimes felt that she looked at him the way a cat regards a mouse. He just wondered how long it would take for her to pounce.
Sarah J. Maas
#57. He remembered with what callousness he had watched her.
Oscar Wilde
#58. Henry watched her go. And then he looked down at the sword he was carrying. When it came to weapons, he thought sadly, sometimes words could be just as hurtful, and just as forbidden.
Violet Haberdasher
#59. Now as he watched Katie toying with a ring that wasn't there, he felt his old investigative instincts kick in. There'd been a husband, he thought; her husband was the missing element. Either she was still married or she wasn't, but he had an undeniable hunch that Katie was still afraid of him.
Nicholas Sparks
#60. She watched him recede into the past as he stood ... each successive moment of him passing before her eyes and being lost forever.
Salman Rushdie
#61. He went out of the door, and she watched him through the little window, walking slowly to the door of the church. Then she sat down at his table, and put her head on it, and was silent, with the patient suffering of black women, with the suffering of oxen, with the suffering of any that are mute.
Alan Paton
#62. Mig watched her father walk away, the red table cloth billowing out behind him. He left his daughter. And, as you already know, he did not look back. Not even once.
Kate DiCamillo
#63. Adonis watched her strut away, friend in tow, like a peacock with a stick wedged up its ass. Tessandra Scarlatti. He'd hoped in his absence, she'd fallen off the planet or died. Preferably both.
Em Wolf
#64. He could have watched her all night. He could watch her for an eternity and still never be able to capture the essence of what it is that makes 'love'.
Dianna Hardy
#65. If you come back to me," he said, making a rare concession, "will you run or crawl?"
Nora had pressed her whole body into him at that moment. Resting her head on his strong shoulder, she watched as a tear forged a river down his long and muscled back.
"I'll fly.
Tiffany Reisz
#66. He was skinny with soft hair, and his thick, murky eyes watched as the stranger played one more song in the heavy room. From face to face, he looked on as the man played and the woman wept. The different notes handled her eyes. Such sadness.
Markus Zusak
#67. The waiter at the King David brought her change, and, in his eyes, his condolences for the meeting that had not taken place. For five hours he had watched her sit in a garden chair, straight-backed and full of anticipation, until hope had abandoned her and she slumped, weary.
Anat Talshir
#68. To my surprise, Joscelin rose. 'Phedre-' He began, then halted. Sitting below him, I watched him smile to himself, quiet and private. 'Phedre yields with a willow's grace,' he said softly. 'And endures with the strength of mountains. Without her, life would be calm; and yet lack all meaning.
Jacqueline Carey
#69. Dellarobia watched the void of this man where once there had been wonder, and she despaired of her future. In such a short time he had relieved her of a lifetime of illusions, and already she missed them.
Barbara Kingsolver
#70. He had always been her baby, her lovely little boy; though she had watched him change and grow with proprietary pride, she had done so with an image of laughing baby superimposed on his maturing face.
Colleen McCullough
#71. As Dean dialed and Mike watched, Dusty left her perch on the couch and came to him. He looked down at her, again sliding an arm around her waist as both her arms circled his middle. So, Debbie's derailed. Wanna go upstairs and celebrate
Kristen Ashley
#72. He watched the young actress playing the central part of a wife who mistakenly believes her husband has wronged her. She was overly trained in the teapot school of acting, striking expressive poses and attitudes as the mood of the story demanded.
Stephen Harrigan
#73. Janvier watched Ashwini stride away, her hips moving provocatively beneath the snug fit of her jeans. "Take care of her," he said quietly to his friend. "She is my eternity, Louis.
Nalini Singh
#74. Why?' she whispered.
He didn't need her to elaborate; he knew what she was asking. 'I don't want you to be afraid of dying. All those people have survuved cancer. You just watched hundreds of reasons to have hope drift off into the sky.
M. Leighton
#75. Bea is the only good thing I've ever done in my life,' he said. 'Take care of her for me.'
My father went with him to the door and watched him walk away down Calle Santa Ana, with that sadness that softens men who are aware that they are growing old together.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#76. Her breath caught as she watched Noah unzip, and shove his pants down, his boxer briefs going with them.
Veronica wondered if he'd heard her thunderous gulp as she gazed at his flawless body.
Elizabeth Reyes
#77. When he let go of Clary, he turned and hugged Jace. Clary watched, tears running down her face.
Cassandra Clare
#78. As he watched the couple the room went dark, and he spun around. Shoba had turned the lights off. She came back to the table and sat down, and after a moment Shukumar joined her. They wept together, for the things they now knew.
Jhumpa Lahiri
#79. Olive glanced at him quickly. He was crying. She looked away, and from the corner of her eye, she saw him reach into his pocket, heard him blow his nose, a real honk. "My wife died in December," he said. Olive watched the river. "Then, you're in hell," she said. "Then, I'm in hell.
Elizabeth Strout
#80. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
"After all this time?"
"Always," said Snape.
J.K. Rowling
#81. Angus skidded to a stop and lifted his jaw as if sensing he was being watched. He looked in her direction and instantly covered his manhood as his eyes caught Jane's shocked face in the tree limbs. "Oh, lassie."
"Oh, naked man," Jane teased before she could stop herself.
Michelle M. Pillow
#82. Sammi watched him walk toward her.
He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was sex and sin, decadence and sensuality.
He was, simply put, spectacular.
Donna Grant
#83. The skies were overcast. As the carriage rumbled along, Rafe watched the shadows weave in and out, dance over and around her as she gazed out the window. And blast it all if he didn't envy their ability to touch her so lightly.
Lorraine Heath
#84. Simone crossed herself and prayed as she watched headlights coming at them, fast and furious. Her hands shaking from fright, she buckled herself in while Jesse screamed out like a terrified child in the back seat. As if he could die.
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#85. He'd watched the world change around him, civilizations rise and fall, and although he could have anything, anyone, he wanted her.
Lisa Kessler
#86. When are you coming back?" he'd demanded as he'd watched her throw her clothes into two suitcases and head for the door.
"When you get some help with your drinking." He didn't need any help. He drank fine without it.
B. J. Daniels
#87. Then, after he'd watched her walk out, a wave of melancholy swept over him and for the thirtieth time that day he regretted that he hadn't just become a pharmacist, or a charter captain, or something that made you feel more alive, like a pirate.
Christopher Moore
#88. From the corner of her eye, she watched Clay walk to his wagon, where he'd find no shade.
Isolated.
Alone.
How simple it would be to prepare him a plate and walk to the wagon to give it to him.
How difficult to step into his world of loneliness.
Lorraine Heath
#89. He just watched the way Finnikin's hands rested on Evanjalin's neck and he rubbed his thumb along her jaw and the way his tongue seemed to disappear inside her mouth as if he needed a part of her to breathe himself.
Melina Marchetta
#90. She maneuvered onto the board, getting into position on her stomach just like he'd taught, and tried not to freak out. She never should have watched Shark Week last year.
Robin Bielman
#91. I rubbed my hand over my chest, just above my heart. Mrs. Casnoff watched with a look of concern. "Did he hurt you?"
"No," I told her. "He didn't."
Nowhere you could see, at least.
Rachel Hawkins
#92. ...every now and then I watched him beam at Olivia. He obviously adored her. And I realized that meeting her father made me look at Olivia differently. She was somebody's little girl.
Mark Peter Hughes
#93. I watched Janis one time - we opened for her - and that's the only time I ever saw her. We opened for Jimi Hendrix. I got to stand on the side of the stage and watch him for two hours and then he died. But I got the essence before they left.
Stevie Nicks
#94. admit it, man. He watched the shadows dance to the flicker of his candle, giving himself just a little more time before committing himself to what would change his life forever." You love her." He whispered the words quietly to himself so that he could hear them from his own lips." You love her.
Pamela Aidan
#95. Quentin quieted and watched her for a moment, hungrily, like he was trying to memorize every detail. Maybe he was. Forever is a long time. You have to burn the edges of memory onto your heart, or they can fade, and sometimes the second loss is worse than the first one.
Seanan McGuire
#96. He was still holding the end of her scarf, rubbing the silk idly between his thumb and fingers. She watched his hand.
Rainbow Rowell
#97. Her eyes. The Jinni watched the girl sprint excitedly back the way she'd come, driving her goats before her. He smiled, and wondered what a girl such as she might dream about.
Helene Wecker
#98. A young man who had watched her eating with her fingers offered a set of chopsticks- those sticks for eating that had become so popular. He looked at her suggestively. Instead of blushing, she accepted the chopsticks boldly and continued to walk on, using them to eat noodle and vegetable dishes.
Donna Jo Napoli
#99. It's funny how they thought we were dating," Colin said, glancing over at her.
"How's that funny?" she asked, holding his gaze.
"Um," he said. Distracted from the road, Colin watched as she gave him the slightest version of her inimitable smile.
John Green
#100. Besides, as much as she loved Bruckner's symphonies, he just couldn't touch a man who had painted his bedroom walls with views of the sea to please her, who gave his precious smiles to her alone, who wept when he watched his daughter sleep.
Lynn Kurland
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