Top 100 Her Dark Quotes
#1. She stands facing me to take off the helmet. When she does, she shakes her dark hair free. It looks like something a girl in a shampoo commercial might do. I have no doubt she doesn't have a clue how sexy she is. But she is. Holy hell, is she ever!
M. Leighton
#2. With her dark eyes, elegant nose and olive complexion, Claire looked timeless, old-worldly.
Sarah Addison Allen
#3. He stole a glance at her profile, the soft curve of her nose, the sharp angle of her chin, the glint of yellow gold against her dark earlobe.
Shilpi Somaya Gowda
#4. The girl clung to the boy so she could chase away her dark. He was light, and she was fading. She was drowning, and she just couldn't stop.
Rachel E. Carter
#5. Obedient to her captain's will, The Black Pearl followed her dark angel over the azure water; as fast as the wind, as free as the men who sailed her. it was almost as though she knew she was a legend in the making, destined for adventures both great and terrible...
A.C. Crispin
#6. The woman's touch is witchcraft. It's a sin to give in, but seeing as sinning is my specialty, I let her dark magic consume me, because what do I have to lose?
J.M. Darhower
#7. We'd better go before I try to make out with you in my kitchen." She laughed out loud, her dark hair shining in the fluorescent lights. "Zack would love that!
J.B. Hartnett
#8. A radiant glow enveloped Alaura. Soft eruptions of various shades of effervescent green danced in the air and frolicked in the locks of her dark blonde hair. Whispers of yellows and blues revealed themselves near the skin, kissing the air with each leap.
Diane Lynn McGyver
#9. Represented purity, beauty, family, all of the things that had been taken from her. He was a glimmer of goodness in her dark fucking world, a warm spark she could hold, if only for a fleeting span of time.
Pepper Winters
#10. At this moment, all I'm thinking about is what I'd give up for the chance to kiss her or to run my fingers through her dark hair.
Marie Lu
#11. By day Lisbon has a naive theatrical quality that enchants and captivates, but by night it is a fairy-tale city, descending over lighted terraces to the sea, like a woman in festive garments going down to meet her dark lover.
Erich Maria Remarque
#12. Michael had slipped beyond the crest of the dune. Jacob was lying flat out now, on his stomach, his little men all before him, and Annie had followed her single soldier up the dune to a grassy patch where the wind whipped her dark hair and the blowing sand made her squint, even
Alice McDermott
#13. She licked her lips and then wiped them on her hand, her dark lipstick staining her wrist like a suicide.
Daniel Handler
#14. Your lady's necklace?" Cecily said. "Well, I confess it does not suit you." He stepped toward Cecily and drew the glittering chain over her dark head. The ruby fell against her throat as if it were made for her.
Cassandra Clare
#15. Nehemia looked after Cain, and her dark eyes narrowed. "Something about him makes me want to beat in his face." Celaena laughed. "I'm glad I'm not the only one." Chaol
Sarah J. Maas
#16. I can't marry Tove!"
"Why ever not?" She batted her dark lashes at me.
"Because I don't love him!"
"Love is a fairy tale that manks tell their children so they'll have grandchildren," Elora said, brushing me off.
Amanda Hocking
#17. Naomi shook her head, blowing an exasperated raspberry at him. Her dark hair fell across her face
James S.A. Corey
#18. London knows much, and every momeny she learns a new thing, but this she shall never learn - that the sun shines all day and the moon all night on the silver tiles of her dark house, and that the young months climb her walls, and run singing in and out between her chimneys...
Stella Benson
#20. Here's something about Mom: she's bad with annoyances, but great in a crisis. If a waiter doesn't refill her water after she's asked three times, or she forgets her dark glasses when the sun comes out, look out! But when it comes to something truly bad happening, Mom plugs into this supreme calm.
Maria Semple
#21. There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.
Ray Bradbury
#22. She laughed. He was right. Her laughter was enchanting. So, too, the sparkle in her eyes as she glanced at him. He'd never seen eyes as darkly brown as hers. With her dark hair she should have been a study in monochrome, but she wasn't. Her cheeks matched her pink lips.
Karen Ranney
#23. Dorothy scratched her dark head, yawning wide, and white feathers floated out of her hair.
Laurie Lee
#24. Tigerkit! Have you been eavesdropping again? Tawnypelt glared at her dark tabby kit, but it was easy to see the fondness in her eyes.
Erin Hunter
#25. One day the Nouns were clustered in the street.
An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty.
The Nouns were struck, moved, changed.
The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence.
Kenneth Koch
#26. 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
#27. She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.
Truman Capote
#28. Longinus was suddenly aware of her biting his neck, and he experienced the agony and the ecstasy of her dark kiss.
Alan Kinross
#29. And tonight Mary could taste bitterness going down like a nut, settling in her stomach. It planted itself, put down roots, and began to grow, nourished on her dark blood.
Emma Donoghue
#30. And yet she continues to skip rope in my mind and on my canvases, raising her dark, hopeful face to the sky, innocent of the depth of people's cruelty toward "the other" - those who, for whatever reason, must swim against the tide instead of letting it carry them. . .
Wally Lamb
#31. 9.
In the darkness, her dark body grows darker
until I am making love to her and her shadow.
Sherman Alexie
#32. She shuffled with her head bowed, her dark eyes drifting to avoid contact, and she screamed in bed at night. (Dark City Lights)
Jim Fusilli
#33. The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#34. He spoke wistfully of a sudden leaving, a breaking of old ties, a flight into a strange world, ending in this dreary valley, and Ettie listened, her dark eyes gleaming with pity and with sympathy - those two qualities which may turn so rapidly and so naturally to love.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#35. Cassia.
Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She's more beautiful than snow.
Is this real?
She points to the sky.
Ally Condie
#36. My God. Is there some unwritten law that you guys have to be giants? (Amanda)
What can I say? Artemis likes her Dark-Hunters tall. Short men need not apply. (Acheron)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#37. She looked up at me with a polite smile, her dark hair long and appealing ... I liked the smile.
Maybe I didn't look like a beaten-up bum. Maybe on me it just looked ruggedly determined.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said, "but the addiction counseling center is on twenty-six."
Sigh.
Jim Butcher
#38. Haven't already been drawn into her dark and addictive dystopian series, Ann Aguirre is the author of the best-selling Enclave trilogy. Bonus
book three, Horde , came out late last year, so you can read them without the interminable wait in between. In this
Anonymous
#39. Her dark eyes were like twin entrances to two deep caves. Nothing lived in those caves. Maybe something had, once upon a time. There were piles of picked bones back in there, some scribbling on the walls, and some grey ash where the fires had been.
John D. MacDonald
#40. Her dark eyes slid to him. "I can't remember the last time I felt so good in clothes."
And he wanted to get her out of them.
Donna Grant
#41. That man is such a damn turd monkey."
"Grandma!" I said.
"Oh, Zoeybird, did I call your mother's husband a damn turd monkey out loud?"
"Yes, Grandma, you did."
She looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling. "Good.
Kristin Cast
#42. Even far away, I know it's her by the way her dark hair tangles with the wind and how she stands on the red rocks of the Carving. She's more beautiful than snow.
Ally Condie
#43. Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.
Boris Pasternak
#44. When I look in the mirror, I see my late mother: I have her nose, her dark eyes - I call them chocolate eyes - I have her colouring, and my hair is greying the same way, although I use colour and she didn't.
Marie Osmond
#46. Her dark eyes looked as if they found repose there, so quietly did they rest on the face of the old man,
George MacDonald
#47. Eldora smiled up at Paulo cunningly, her dark eyes twinkling. "You are old, Father."
"Not as old as I shall be, before I have finished with the universe.
Mary-Jean Harris
#48. The church may go through her dark ages, but Christ is with her in the midnight; she may pass through her fiery furnace, but Christ is in the midst of the flame with her.
Charles Spurgeon
#49. She simply stared at me, her dark gaze practically piercing my soul. A tangle of emotions tightened in my chest.
Richelle Mead
#50. Chance looked up at him, her dark grey eyes out. 'I knew you were gonna be like this.'
'How'd you know?' Reaper said, reaching out and putting his arm around her shoulders.
'I am my father's daughter, ain't I?' said Chance
.
Reaper smiled. 'You sure as hell you are.
Sean Black
#51. As she looked at him, her dark gray eyes went slowly from astonishment to stillness, then to a strange expression that resembled a look of weariness, except that it seemed to reflect much more than the endurance of this one moment.
Ayn Rand
#52. Dora pushed the mirror, sending it shattering to the floor. "Whoops." She turned to face Dee and pulled off her dark glasses to reveal the mirrors of her eyes. "You should go now. You've got about three seconds." Dee didn't quite make it out of the shop before it exploded.
Michael Scott
#53. It's simply, gentlemen" - and when she raised her dark eyes they had a slight sheen in them - "I would so like something useful to do.
Gail Carriger
#54. Her dark hair glistened in the sun. Small, almost heart-shaped lips stayed motionless. The Amulet around her neck reflected sun rays, sending hundreds of tiny blue specks to dance on her half-covered breasts, bare shoulders, and neck.
A.O. Peart
#55. When he finally opened his eyes he saw her sit up
and smile at him. She was beautiful, her dark hair was
tousled, and her green eyes glimmered. God have mercy.
He'd died and gone to heaven.
Elizabeth Reyes
#56. Her dark eyes sparkled in the sunlight as she stared up at me. You are a moon child. She calls to you.
Lisa Kessler
#57. Gabrielle chuckled, her dark eyes twinkling. "So he's been after you, has he? Poor Etta, pursued by a sun priest offering to pleasure - "
"Every nook and cranny," Marietta interrupted dryly and Gabrielle tipped her head back with a throaty laugh.
Michelle O'Leary
#58. The sun was out for once, and Inej had turned her face to it. Her eyes were shut, her oil-black lashes fanned over her cheeks. The harbor wind had lifted her dark hair, and for a moment Kaz was a boy again, sure that there was magic in this world.
Leigh Bardugo
#59. Amy looked up at him. Their faces were very close. She remembered when those dark expressive eyes would make her quiver inside, when being this close would make her blush and stammer. Not anymore, though.
Jude Watson
#60. She closed her eyes. Her rabbit heart slowed, curled up in its warren, and seemed to become fully itself: warm fur, soft belly. A thrum of breath in the dark. *
Marie Rutkoski
#61. She left me alone in the riddle. I needed her because I loved her - or I loved her because I needed her. Why had the feelings turned to a maze? Now I was lost in the dark.
M. Pierce
#62. Sylvie wishes the anti-depressants had been around when she was in her early twenties, not only to rescue her from the dark tunnels that came when her brother first got sick, but also to keep her from fucking all those assholes.
Francesca Lia Block
#63. In the dark morning silence, I placed a gun to her head. She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead.
Dwight Yoakam
#64. Kane wondered if any man in her life had really noticed how beautiful she was.
Dannika Dark
#65. 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
#66. Women don't have a say in my house. But, just between us, don't do what you did during supper last time in front of her again." "You mean when I threw my fork at that rat?" "No. I mean when you hit it, even in the dark.
Andrzej Sapkowski
#67. Feet shuffled closer then halted when Reeve said, Touch her, I'll break your neck.
Laurelin Paige
#68. I'd chained her up because I was angry. Everyone got angry at their partner at some point.
Cari Silverwood
#69. Her carriage bespoke an exquisite misery, a wretchedness so perfect and so absolute that it manifested as dignity, as calm. More than a dark horse, she was darkness itself, the cloak of it.
Eleanor Catton
#70. I can't believe you're going to sacrifice your archery mojo for MacReive." Lucia would forfeit her fantastical skill with a bow if she was unchaste. "Who am I going to hang out with when your a talentless nobody?
Kresley Cole
#71. I watched as she, with a half-life-worth of anger and resolve, flickered into this dark night and tried with all her might to get back what was taken from her.
Mo Daviau
#72. The Witch was too much afraid of the dark to dare go in Dorothy's room at night to take the shoes, and her dread of water was greater than her fear of the dark.
L. Frank Baum
#73. Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
Christian Nestell Bovee
#74. Nature is the greatest teacher and I learn from her best when others are asleep. In the still dark hours before sunrise God tells me of the plans I am to fulfill.
George Washington Carver
#75. You can put the girl in a relationship ... ," I began, putting my arm around her. "But you can't take the boy-crazy out of the girl," Cassie finished.
Jocelyn Davies
#76. My river of words and her silence seemed to demonstrate that my life was splendid but uneventful, which left me time to write to her every day, while hers was dark but full
Elena Ferrante
#77. Do I look like a shallow Summer girl to you?' She tossed her silver hair, offended. 'I'm a Winter Court royal. I kill silly Summer flowerlets with frost when I yawn.
Vicki Keire
#78. One lone tear streaked over the rose of her cheek and dropped to her collar, staining the cotton dark. Helen
Kelly Robson
#79. Will you dance with me?" The charms on Sahara's bracelet clinked against one another as she lifted her arms to link them around his neck, her love for him proud and open.
Deep inside, even the part of him that was the void, merciless and dark and broken, knew happiness, knew joy.
Nalini Singh
#80. Did you see her?" the Marid said nervously, looking at her with great dark eyes. "Our daughter. Standing on the Gear. Dis you see her?"
"What?" said September - and then she winked out, like someone blowing out a candle, and all the field was still.
Catherynne M Valente
#81. He carries stars in his pockets
because he knows
she fears the dark.
Whenever sadness pays her a visit
he paints galaxies
on the back of her hands.
Alaska Gold
#82. She held her hand out in front of her. "Wait."
"No," I groaned and then cleared my throat. "I mean okay, I can wait.
Kenya Wright
#83. His love with Lucy bled from his heart as he slipped into a dark despair - a melancholy that only she could sever with her chaste voice and tender kisses. Now in an unreachable darkness, a blindness took hold. A blood lust that would drive him mad for five years hence.
Solange Nicole
#84. Everyone is pretty enough in the dark,"
she whispered.
"No, they are not." He kissed her before
pulling back abruptly, willing himself to stop.
Sylvain Reynard
#85. There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.
Daniel Ehrenhaft
#86. My nightly craft is winged in white, a dragon of night dark sea.
Swift born, dream bound and rudderless, her captain and crew are me.
We've sailed a hundred sleeping tides where no seaman's ever been
And only my white-winged craft and I know the wonders we have seen.
Anne McCaffrey
#87. Rowan waited, knowing she was gathering the words, hating the pain and sorrow and guilt on every line of her body. He'd sell his soul to the dark god to never have her look like that again.
Sarah J. Maas
#88. A heart weighs more when it splits in two; it crashes in the chest like a broken plane. Sarah dragged her wreckage back to the house up to her bedroom, and down into a deep, dark hole.
Mitch Albom
#89. No mother's nightmarish valley is so dark that Jesus cannot bear her burdens the whole way through.
Gloria Furman
#90. Ohmygod. Did hell just freeze over? - Zoey Redbird when Aphrodite LaFonte tells her parents that Zoey deserves to be leader of the Dark Daughters
P.C. Cast
#91. From the floor, I see the tops of the Philadelphia skyline out of her window. Staring at it, I realize that the night sky isn't really black, which is the way I've always thought of it. It's actually a dark shade of blue, the darkest possible.
Siobhan Vivian
#92. Feminine power is silent, dark, mysterious, healing, nurturing. A woman can walk into a room and control it. She doesn't even have to open her mouth if she knows where her power is.
Iyanla Vanzant
#93. She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#94. She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And puts out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
Robert Graves
#95. The old deep sadness of life lay in the bottom of her heart and she knew it was there, but she would not allow herself to sink into it. Out of the dark and sullen bottom of a lake the lotus flowers bloomed upon its surface, and she would pluck the flowers.
Pearl S. Buck
#96. And the sorrow sent her spiraling back into sickness.
Kenya Wright
#97. Her gaze lifted.
And collided with a full-sized predator.
His eyes were the dark whiskey gold her father liked to pour in heavily cut crystal glasses. Liquid fire, potent and seething with heat.
Jennifer Probst
#98. A dark hand had let go its lifelong hold upon her heart. But she did not feel joy, as she had in the mountains. She put her head down in her arms and cried, and her cheeks were salt and wet. She cried for the waste of her years in bondage to a useless evil. She wept in pain, because she was free.
Ursula K. Le Guin
#99. He was now watching her, his dark eyes filled with an intensity that stilled her breath and made her heart beat faster - just
Trudi Jaye
#100. She slowly turned her head and looked at him. At his attractive, open face that could turn dark and reserved within seconds. The curve of his lips. The green eyes that looked into her a little too far and that she couldn't defend herself against.
Kai Meyer
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