Top 100 Her From Quotes
#1. I could always sing, from a really young age, but my voice was really weird. I used to make my mum turn up the radio every day in our house. She was well into music so I got that from her.
Ellie Goulding
#2. The years would not wait for Zealers and saviors, not for chance nor hope. The erratic line would scribble on until Nyra washed away from life itself, her youth stolen forever by the malediction that was wishing.
Kelly Michelle Baker
#3. To find and enjoy profound happiness, learn from nature and emulate her stoic calmness.
Debasish Mridha
#4. This woman's size protected her
from the hurts of the world
but it also imprisoned her soul.
As the merry-go-round revolved, she ate another French fry,as a silent scream frozen on her face.
David W. Earle
#5. But she knew that her father's presence at the table with a man who spewed filth from his mouth - did that make it less filthy? No. it condoned.
Harper Lee
#6. I imagine watching Gale volunteering to save Rory in the reaping, having him torn from my life, becoming some strange girl's lover to stay alive, and then coming home with her. Living next to her. Promising to marry her. The
Suzanne Collins
#7. Fairy tales had been her first experience of the magical universe, and more than once she had wondered why people ended up distancing themselves from that world, knowing the immense joy that childhood had brought to their lives.
Paulo Coelho
#8. Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian's mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat of fleece and to hear its safe sounds.
Melina Marchetta
#9. The man who never makes a mistake always takes orders from one who does. No man or woman who tries to pursue an ideal in his or her own way is without enemies.
Daisy Bates
#10. 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
#11. Her sigh felt dragged from the depths of her soul. Great. Working for Bump again.
Stacia Kane
#12. From the moment she'd first seen him in the Fontaine ballroom, she'd been lost. The passionate kiss a week later had destroyed her. Even now she could feel the heat of his expert lips against hers, and the remembrance of his taste made her mouth water.
Sylvia Day
#13. 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
#14. An ex-wife is a woman with a crick in the neck from looking back over her shoulder at her matrimony.
Ursula Parrott
#15. The beauty of mind that Cerullo had from childhood didn't find an outlet, Greco, and it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and it will be as if she had never had it.
Elena Ferrante
#16. From the day whe arrived at her husband's home, no one called her by her name.
Lauretta Ngcobo
#17. We are alike in many ways, you and I. There is darkness in us. Darkness, pain, death. They radiate from us. If ever you love a woman, Rand, leave her and let her find another. It will be the best gift you can give her.
Robert Jordan
#18. Her solitary nature means she needs a family to keep her from loneliness my gregarious nature means I will never have to worry about being alone ...
Elizabeth Gilbert
#19. We're on the same wavelength. We're connected that way, even if I'm away from her.
Haruki Murakami
#20. Mrs. Turpin felt entirely hollow except for her heart which swung from side to side as if it were agitated in a great empty drum of flesh
Flannery O'Connor
#21. Sometimes when I visit my sister and her two children, I wonder if she missed a lot by getting married. Right now, nothing could be further from my mind than getting married.
Natalie Wood
#23. Italy, like areas of her childhood, is a part of her world she has always kept secret from her husband. These are places she goes to renew her virginity.
Glenn Haybittle
#24. Juno MacGuff: Wise move. I know this girl who had a huge crazy freakout because she took too many behavioral meds at once. She took off all her clothes and jumped into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and she was like, "Blaaaaah! I'm a kraken from the sea!"
Su-Chin: That was you.
Diablo Cody
#25. I'm not going to do it again," Lena Marquez whispered to the red purse across the hall from her nestle of blankets. "Never again.
Aaron Michael Ritchey
#26. Flora would have liked to ask her parents why the words 'to father' have such a different meaning from the words 'to mother'.
Claire Fuller
#27. 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
#28. 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
#29. She has been trying to pull her worth from him for so long. She has been trying to extract her beauty from his skin. She has been dying to be loved by him again ... but he will always leave her empty
Coco J. Ginger
#30. Her parents had gone from a couple who would be different, who would be better than anyone, who were determined to be better than most, to a couple who would be different because they were worse.
Lorrie Moore
#31. 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
#32. I'm watching her talk. Watching her jaw move and collecting her words one by one as they spill from her lips. I don't deserve them. Her warm memories. I'd like to paint them over the bare plaster walls of my soul, but everything I paint seems to peel.
Isaac Marion
#33. Her sickness came from the water," the nurse explained. "She should drink only good clean water. If the water is dirty, you should boil it for a count of two hundred before she drinks
Linda Sue Park
#35. The discovery of her life was that she herself didn't actually need money, apart from a little cash for those relationships with taxi drivers and officials of the Great Western Railway which can only be expressed financially.
Elizabeth Ironside
#36. One should not seek among others the truth that can be easily gotten from the Church. For in her, as in a rich treasury, the apostles have placed all that pertains to truth, so that everyone can drink this beverage of life. She is the door of life.
Irenaeus Of Lyons
#37. The traveller in the read-brown clothes that he wears that dust may not show upon him, the girl searching in her bed for the petals fallen from the wreath of her royal lover, the servant or the bride awaiting the master's home-coming in the empty house, are images of the heart turning to God.
Rabindranath Tagore
#38. For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color.
- Ernest Hemingway,
Ernest Hemingway,
#39. You want my advice? Put down your phone. Hug her from behind and kiss the back of her neck. Entwine your fingers with hers ... . You're welcome.
Steve Maraboli
#40. To herself and wiping tears from her eyes, which turned
Kristin Hannah
#41. He brushed his lips against hers. "I love you," he breathed against her mouth. "And from today onward, I want to never be separated from you. Wherever you go, I go. Even if that means going to Hell itself, wherever you are, that's where I want to be. Forever." Celaena
Sarah J. Maas
#42. Here, brother, contempt is no use, even if he does despise Grushenka. He may despise her, but he still can't tear himself away from her.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
#43. There was always one. Every village seemed to have one young woman who believed her beauty could somehow magically protect her from a monster. Somehow, they would be special enough to tame the Beast.
They were always wrong.
Kerrelyn Sparks
#44. 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
#45. Anxious to know, yet only too happy to ignore, we seek in what is, a remedy for what is not; and in what is not a relief from what is. Now the real, now illusion is our refuge; and the soul has finally no other resource but the true, which is her weapon
and falsehood, which is her armor.
Paul Valery
#46. Miki took her hands away from her ears. "Yup. I'm a very good girl."
Craig grimaced. "Don't say that."
"Why?"
"Because to guys it just means you swallow.
Shelly Laurenston
#47. The worst thing one can do for a hyperactive child is to put him or her in front of a television set. Television activates the child at the same time that it cuts the child (or adult) off from real sensory stimulation and the opportunity for resolution.
Jerry Mander
#48. Laughter erupted from her belly and shot out her mouth like pigeons through an open cage door, schoolchildren bursting into summer vacation, water from a tapped hydrant.
Dennis Vickers
#49. The happiest woman sees not gladness alone reflected from her mirror; its surface will inevitably be sometimes dimmed with sighs.
Louise Colet
#50. drag her nest, struggling with its weight, toward the hole in the base of the tree. The other animals which occupied the jungle were beginning to panic. They ran away from the danger
R.W.K. Clark
#51. Sex was the main component of her thoughts now. But love - and her desperate longing for it - had vanished from her heart like a migraine after a painkiller.
Augustine Sam
#52. And she shrank away again, back into her darkness, and for a long while remained blotted safely away from living.
D.H. Lawrence
#53. She got up from the bed, knelt beside the bed, and put her forehead down on the covers. She was not practiced at prayer anymore. The only word that came to mind was "please".
Nancy Horan
#54. He knew her, and she knew him. He had no idea if the images he saw came from past or future, or both, but he knew her. Their souls were bound, had always been bound, and always would be. They were two with one soul between them, perfectly joined, perfectly fitted.
Ann Marston
#55. Never do anything that your heart tells you is displeasing to Mary; and in addition, never deny her anything that you know she would welcome and desire from you.
Joseph Cafasso
#56. It was a message from her. A reminder - here among hundreds of people - of a moment that had been theirs alone.
Veronica Rossi
#57. But you have so much in common. You're both from strange little backwater planets. You both have odd powers. You're male and she's female. What more do you need? Believe me, buddy, if I were you, I'd go right up there and ask her if she wants to ride on my rancor.
Dave Wolverton
#58. Margaretha suddenly plastered herself against his chest, burying her face in his shoulder and clinging to him with one hand, while she held the torch in her other hand away from them. He wrapped his arm around her, to protect her.
Melanie Dickerson
#59. He dressed quickly in silence, refusing her tissues. He shakily pulled a wad of uncounted notes from his wallet, abandoned them in the no man's land between, and escaped in an indecent haste, leaving the shameful tableau in his wake.
Darren White
#60. 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
#61. 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
#62. 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
#63. That's not true. You've given me something very precious indeed. Your trust, Eve. And I know what
that cost you ... A woman's trust is the most priceless gift she can give a man. Her belief in his ability to keep her safe and protect her from all harm.
Maya Banks
#64. Yellow joy was radiating from her. When you're happy for yourself, it fills you. When you're happy for someone else, it pours over. It was almost too bright to watch.
Sarah Addison Allen
#65. The true definition of a phony is a high flyer with low mileage; a person who offers a worldview from the comforts of his/her living room.
Johnnie Dent Jr.
#66. It's weird to say, but every time I look at my daughter and I see this little living breathing thing that came from me, that represents all of the hopes and dreams that I would want for her, I see a miracle.
Josh Gad
#67. She lifted her head. "It's easier," she said, slowly, "to be angry on someone else's behalf than on my own. And yet I find I have a well of anger in me, that I have been filling for years from my own hurts. If I spill it out in defense of another, I can deny it's mine.
Emma Bull
#68. I had to cope with her right from when I was little, I looked after her and you.
Jacqueline Wilson
#69. What Kate wore, whether on the street or the red carpet was much cooler to them than what she modelled. Her paparazzi photos were becoming indistinguishable from her editorials.
Maureen Callahan
#70. All the joy and color was washed from her face, and at first the sadness only made her more beautiful. But
Peter V. Brett
#71. A daughter,' Rowley scooped up the child and held her high. The baby blinked from sleep and crowed with him. 'Any fool can have a son,' he said. 'It takes a man to conceive a daughter.
Ariana Franklin
#72. Well, we're originally from Glace Bay."
Grandma Elsie's eyes glittered. She was looking at one of her own, a lost Cape Bretoner in need of help and offering a new story. "Tell me all about it, dear.
Beatrice Rose Roberts
#73. Daemon scratched his chest, his expression doubtful. "And how are we
going to get her to exert energy." Andrew grinned from across the room. "We could take her out to a field
and chase her around in our cars. That sounds fun.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#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. 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
#76. She kissed me on the cheek, and my mom sang Theresa's name from the open front door. She loves Theresa. I think she loves me more when I'm with her.
Kenneth Logan
#77. She's an old lady from times back. Her clothes have the smell of her sheep and that rusty smell of the ancient trunk in which she keeps her things.
Denys Johnson-Davies
#78. Every day was filled with surprises. What a change from the network affiliate. Her new boss was an undead automaton from hell, true, but no job was perfect.
Daniel Suarez
#79. Denying what you are didn't keep people from knowing what you are."
"And flaunting it isn't what saved you."
Ykka takes a deep breath. The muscles in her jaw flex, relax. "And that would be why I asked you do this, Cutter. But let's move on."
So it goes on.
N.K. Jemisin
#80. I guess the first big name I worked with was Sissy Spacek, and that was really interesting just because she's so incredible and I learned so much from just watching her. But she's also so unassuming that I loved working with her. It wasn't like working with a star, it was Sissy. Not a big deal.
Alison Pill
#81. And I began walking. A thousand miles, or two, I would carry her all the way to Dalbreck if I had to. No one would pry her from my arms again.
Mary E. Pearson
#82. The first time he saw her she reminded him a distant memory of falling from a height.
Vatsal Surti
#83. I jerked away from her, almost falling. "No!" I meant to shout but it came out as a weak croak, "Don't touch me." My voice was shaking, though I couldn't tell if I was angry or afraid.
Patrick Rothfuss
#84. There was a much smaller room on the other side. It was merely the size of, say, a cathedral. And it was lined floor to ceiling with more hourglasses that Susan could just see dimly in the light from the big room. She stepped inside and snapped her fingers.
Terry Pratchett
#85. Some Prologue really makes you speechless and you started imagining the whole story and want to read it as soon as possible. One such prologue, which I read today was from "Me "N" Her.. A strange feeling by Rikky Bhartia ... "
By Himani Gupta
Rikky Bhartia
#86. A man would always wish to give a woman a better home than the one he takes her from; and he who can do it, where there is no doubt of her regard, must, I think, be the happiest of mortals.
Jane Austen
#87. I think with any characterization there's a point where you empathize, no matter how much of a deviance his or her actions may be from your understanding of humanity.
Benedict Cumberbatch
#88. Since you couldn't be bothered to give me your name, I'll just tell Moira that an extra from the porno version of Something Wicked This Way Comes was looking for her.
Allison Pang
#89. Iain didn't know what to say to her. They had all asked an incredible amount from her. She was such an innocent, too. Hell, she wasn't even married, and yet they'd demanded she deliver a baby. He wasn't even certain if she knew how Isabelle had conceived the babe.
Julie Garwood
#90. Prostitution was illegal in Kenya and was culturally a taboo. But what was a young orphaned girl with little education to do when she had to fend for three of her younger siblings? As she watched the waves hit the shores, she noticed a young handsome man staring at her from a distance.
Nya Wampaze
#91. "Every leader makes mistakes, every leader stumbles and falls. The question with a senior level leader is, does she learn from her mistakes, regroup, and then get going again with renewed speed, conviction and confidence?"
Jack Welch
#92. I didn't know for sure whether Miss Sarah's feelings came from love or guilt. I didn't know whether mine came from love or a need to be safe. She loved me and pitied me. And I loved her and used her. It never was a simple thing.
Sue Monk Kidd
#93. She bent over to pick up her glasses. "Do you need those?" Reagan asked. "Yes" - Cath put them on - "I need them to keep me from becoming the girl in She's All That.
Rainbow Rowell
#94. Her chatter had set her free from a long week of loneliness, of doing what she was told and saying nothing. She was all cheered up.
Hermann Hesse
#95. Imagine yourself in Harriet Tubman's shoes. Fighting to be freed from deplorable conditions. Placing one foot in front of the other, putting slavery behind you. If a petite, abused slave can rise up, fight for freedom, secure the freedom of others, and change her world, so can I. And so can you.
Susie Larson
#96. Because she did love him, and not from afar, not with the moony dreaminess she'd used as a crutch for so many years, but with a deep, aching tenderness she felt might just kill her.
Miranda Liasson
#97. I've known a lot of religious people. My mother is very religious, but she also is very private about it. When I was growing up, she never went to church. She just prayed and read her Bible and kept it to herself. I'm not from a background of flamboyant believers. It's much more a personal issue.
Michael Shannon
#98. For two years, she and Cassie had been inseparable. And then one night, Cassie had disappeared from her bed. In her place, her abductor had left his calling card, a macabre nursery rhyme. Cassie had never come home.
Elizabeth Heiter
#99. It was a strange staging for death, for the woman on the high bed was dying. Slowly, fighting every inch of the way with a grim tenacity, but indubitably dying. Her vital ardour had sunk below the mark from which it could rise again, and was now ebbing as water runs from a little crack in a pitcher.
John Buchan
#100. When I come home and I'm tired from filming all day, I expect her to be there and make sure everything is cool for me. You know, like drawing my bath and helping me into bed.
Oliver Reed
