Top 100 Her Like Quotes
#1. The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that.
Katherine Catmull
#2. Numb" described his effect on her like "handsome" described Abe Lincoln. A woman would have to be dead not to feel a vigorous stirring for a man so incredibly handsome as her wandering polecat.
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#3. Oddly, because she has that confidence, the people around her like her more. She becomes more a part of the Reaper family, and she also is able to get along with people more outside of their circle as well.
Ellen Muth
#4. She knew I love her like a crazy bitch; that is why she started hating me.
M.F. Moonzajer
#6. I should love her like there is an ache that won't go away unless I'm with her.
Amy A. Bartol
#7. No one had hugged her like that since she had retired from the theater.
Neil Gaiman
#8. She's a veela!" he said hoarsely to Harry.
"Of course she isn't!" said Hermione tartly. "I don't see anyone else gaping at her like an idiot!
J.K. Rowling
#9. It thrilled through her like her nerves were channeling starlight. He was safe.
Laini Taylor
#10. I don't look at her like she's a bad girl. She just misunderstood sometime, she's a little troubled, she's a little dysfunctional. She's a survivor.
Aida Turturro
#11. Tate always loved the rain. She came alive in it, and I hadn't been able to enjoy seeing her like this in years. Part of me always wondered what magic she saw in thunderstorms, and part of me didn't need to know. Just watching her was like hearing music in my head.
Penelope Douglas
#12. Don't worry, Njrea," said Vrem, but everyone went just a little bit still when Trals's raptor got close. Andrea stared down at the wide, yellow eyes, the twitching taloned fingers. The little beast opened its mouth and chuckled at her, like a crow with a dirty joke on its mind.
Daniel M. Bensen
#13. The key to making healthy decisions is to respect your future self. Honor him or her. Treat him or her like you would treat a friend or a loved one.
A. J. Jacobs
#14. But the cleaving Tidewitch didn't care. His blackened eyes had latched on to Safi now. His bloodstained hands clawed up and he barreled toward her like a squall.
Susan Dennard
#15. He's smitten and almost lost her. Like any good prince, he raced to her side to protect her from the lies the wicked Christina is spreading.
Katie Delahanty
#16. If you want to make your wife joyful, treat her like Holy Spirit
Khuliso Mamathoni
#17. He's never stared at her like this before. Sometimes he gazed at her as if he wanted to be her undoing, but just then it was as if he wanted her to undo him.
Stephanie Garber
#19. Mosca felt something enormous swell within the knotted stomach that she hid behind her fists. It seemed it must surge out of her like a wild, black wave, sweeping away stalls and strollers alike and biting the plaster from the walls.
Frances Hardinge
#20. His laugh burst around her, like clouds into rain, breaking the storm. "My sweet girl. My practical, crazy girl. Love you.
Amber Lin
#21. He is the only man she has ever loved, and he has dumped her like ballast. She needs to find an explanation that does not make her a fool and him an animal, but every thought of him is a knife turning in the wound love made.
Mark Haddon
#22. Her reputation for reading a great deal hung about her like the cloudy envelope of a goddess in an epic.
Henry James
#23. Those words, though heaven only knew how often she had heard them, still gave her her thrill. They braced her like a tonic. Life acquired significance. She was about to step from the world of make-believe into the world of reality.
W. Somerset Maugham
#24. He looked to her like an absurd twentieth-century Hamlet, an indecisive figure so mesmerized by onrushing tragedy that he was helpless to divert its course or alter it in any way.
Stephen King
#25. My notion of a wife at 40 is that a man should be able to change her, like a bank note, for two 20s.
Warren Beatty
#26. After I hung up I felt completed, the way I always did after talking to her, like a plant that had been watered.
Robert B. Parker
#27. Someday you'll miss her like she missed you. Someday you'll need her like she needed you. Someday you'll love her and she won't love you.
Channing Tatum
#28. What'd he said in the car
he'd meant it. His gaze had been level and direct as he'd spoken. It had been *Julian* talking, her Jules, the one who lived in her bones and her brain and at the base of her spine, the one who was threaded all through her like veins or nerves.
Cassandra Clare
#29. Looks like you've got a case of misogynitis. The only cure I can offer you is to surgically remove that thumb up your ass and for you to start treating her like a person. Got it?
Endi Webb
#30. Mrs. Gley came down in a rush. She had on a kind of tea gown whose draperies flew out behind her, like the tail of a blowzy comet.
Ross Macdonald
#31. Staying away from her has been damn near impossible. I feel drawn to her like there's a force field of energy that has been pulling me into her life.
Erika Taylor
#32. The window to the past opened up to her like a dragon's maw, dark and jagged, an abyss licked with fire.
Lara Adrian
#33. Over time, we would learn each other and I would learn to love her like a mother loves a daughter, imperfectly and without roots.
Vanessa Diffenbaugh
#34. Happiness lends poetic charms to woman, and dress adorns her like a delicate tinge of rouge.
Honore De Balzac
#35. Oh come on. You treat her like a Greek goddess and act like a lap dog around her. It is embarrassing.
Wesley Chu
#36. Ferrin looked at her like she had two heads. "You don't want to marry my son?" "Hell. No." He resumed his seat. "That's the first sensible thing I've heard you say.
Chris Cannon
#37. jenna had felt sexy-funny, like lucille ball with flour streaks on her face, a crumb-covered apron that didn't exactly flatter her, and yet nick had kissed her like a prom king falling for the reinvented girl in a movie.
Emily Franklin
#38. Man, I smashed her like an Idaho Potato
Mos Def
#39. He smiled at her. And it hit her like a mallet to the temple, the realization that she was in love with him. Stupidly, dreadfully in love with him.
Overnight, she'd become a fool.
Sherry Thomas
#40. Alice had this magical look about her, like she would be at home in front of a hearth, wrapped in a large quilt, telling nursery rhymes to sweet-faced forest critters.
Alexandra Bracken
#41. I was stunned. Fernando looked out, still screaming horrible threats at his daughter. He had thrown her like a thing.
Elena Ferrante
#42. Make sure he's worth it. She had thought it so many times it had become a part of her. Like her tongue filling her mouth, so this tenet filled her being.
Colleen McCarty
#43. I treated her like she belonged to me, even though I wouldn't have her and I wouldn't let her have me, either.
Robin York
#44. It looked to her like an image out of a Steven Spielberg science fiction movie.
Stephen King
#45. She tried to focus on the element of riddle or at least puzzle contained in the letter and ignore the sense of doom that was sweeping through her like clouds rolling to the shore over open water.
Sara Sheridan
#46. She ordered a martini and encouraged me to, but said she couldn't drink it with her medication. She just liked seeing it in front of her, like the old days, all set to do its little magic.
Richard Ford
#47. To Jana's mind everybody seemed happy to see BAbichka and resisted returning her, like a misplaced package sent to the wrong address. It was as if the recipient opened it up, knowing it should be returned, but wondering who long they could legitimately keep it before being changed with theft.
F.C. Malby
#48. Her love for him closed within her like a fist. Nervous, bruised. She despised it. Wasn't it the love of a beaten animal, slinking back to its master? Yet here was the truth: she missed her father.
Marie Rutkoski
#49. The impact hit her like a physical blow. He was ... "Beautiful." Eyes of such pure undiluted blue it was as if some heavenly artist had crushed sapphires into his paints and then colored in the irises with the finest of brushes.
Nalini Singh
#50. We soon fall asleep in each other's arms, knowing to myself that I captured her, like a prisoner in a cage.
Fernando Lachica
#51. You are indestructible .J
For some reason I felt light-headed when I finished writing and looked up at her, like I'd stood up too fast or the oxygen had left my brain. Oh pulled her arm back, looked thoughtfully at the words, and replied, It's upside down, but I like it. You done good, Jacob.
Patrick Carman
#52. I fell for her like a suicide from a bridge.
Neil Gaiman
#53. He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
Leo Tolstoy
#54. She died in a fire. I miss her like you ... If I was underwater, I wouldn't miss oxygen that much.
Dennis Lehane
#55. Annie Taliaferro had that hammerhead look about her, like a breachy range cow, or a bunch-quitting steer.
Clifton Adams
#56. The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#57. A daughter grows older and draws nearer to her mother, until she gradually overlaps her like a sewing pattern. But a son becomes some irreparably separate thing.
Brit Bennett
#58. Life has played her like a cat weaving between her legs, pretending to be tame, friendly, before sinking its claws into soft, vulnerable flesh.
Wendy James
#59. She hasn't had a book to read lately and that feeling of story rushes through her like a swoon.
Helen Humphreys
#60. Christian charity, the compassion of centuries of civilization, fell from her like useless ornaments, revealing her bare, arid soul. She needed to feed and protect her children. Nothing else mattered any more.
Irene Nemirovsky
#61. She will never make a good submissive. She's too dainty, and fucking easily bruised. Don't you think I've considered it? She's a trophy wife. I keep her like I would a bloody porcelain doll. Pretty to look at, and great for the portfolio that's all she will ever be good for.
Sai Marie Johnson
#62. Did you talk to him about it?"
"Oh, sure. Nothing happened, yadda yadda. The usual. But my maydar went off like crazy."
"Maydar?"
"As in, he may be thinking about super hot sex with her. Like radar, only not as sure.
Rachel Caine
#63. An instant later, they were kissing. It was no light brush this time, no exploring touch. This was all tongues and teeth and wicked wetness as he kissed her like a man who had rough, sweaty, dirty sex on his mind and didn't care if she knew it.
Nalini Singh
#64. He treated her like a china doll that needed to sit on a high shelf and be admired but never handled. Marietta didn't want to be admired from a distance. She wanted to be touched. Held. Embraced. By him.
Karen Witemeyer
#65. She stretched up on her tiptoes, tilted her head, trying to get even closer. Seth slid a hand around her waist and kissed her like she was the air, and he was suffocating. And she forgot about everything: there were no faeries, no Sight, nothing €"just them.
Melissa Marr
#66. Once I came out of my pussy coma, I started making love to her like it's been months instead of days.
Myiesha
#67. With this one kiss it was possible Riley Shaughnessy had ruined her for any other man. She'd dated plenty in her life, but no one had ever kissed her like this. And she had a feeling no one else ever would.
Samantha Chase
#68. It tried to fold everything," he said to Jackson, tasting bile in his throat. "But a person isn't a sheet, Mark. What I saw ... what was left of her ... " Like Stanner, the hapless foreman, he could not finish. "They took her out in a basket," he said softly.
Stephen King
#69. The tender pressure of his lips soothed her, like a warm drink in the dead of the winter, when every part of her felt so cold.
Lauren Kate
#70. She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
#71. I want Toy to know that I know. That no matter how many boys tell her they love her, how many boys tell her she's beautiful, how many boys crawl into her window at night and make love to her, it doesn't help. That I know it doesn't help. She is my sister and I love her. Like I want her to love me.
Erica Lorraine Scheidt
#72. A waltz begins, that floating, sweet rhythm. The fiddle is plaintive. A few minutes ago she was at least pleasantly contented. Now certain of the notes dip into her like ladles and come up full of loneliness. The people in the room recede. They are strangers, every one.
Anna Keesey
#73. This girl: she bent reality around her like a lens bending light, she pleated it into so many flickering layers that you could never tell which one you were looking at, the longer you stared the dizzier you got.
Tana French
#74. Mine eyes Were not in fault, for she was beautiful; Mine ears, that heard her flattery; nor my heart, That thought her like her seeming. It had been vicious To have mistrusted her.
William Shakespeare
#75. There didn't seem to be that much to say. If you loved Phoebe now, it was going to hurt you to see her. Like facing cold water, you just jumped in and swam anyway.
Tim Farrington
#76. I'm going to remind her why we're perfect for each other. I'm going to show her that there's no one else on this earth that can love her like I can.
Tara Sivec
#77. Fear didn't paralyze [her], like it did some humans. Fear crystallized her reason, hardened her will, clarified her options.
Rick Yancey
#78. A woman needs a strong man to take care of her like a fish needs a bicycle.
John Green
#79. Ella was a perfect study in contradictions, and I'd somehow contracted her like a beautiful disease.
Laura Marie Altom
#80. There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why,
when it did not seem worthwhile to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.
Kate Chopin
#81. My teeth clench listening to him talk about her like that, like she's a means to an end. I consider socking him in the balls and then remember he doesn't have any.
Rachel A. Marks
#82. Cam stepped inside the music and let it close around her like a bubble.
Wendy Wunder
#83. Wanting and hating and fearing . . . and misery. As if life itself had fallen on her like stones, all at the age of three.
Stephen King
#84. Harsh, bitter laughs exploded from her like shrapnel, and she didn't care who was cut in the process.
Katherine McIntyre
#85. There were other times when she was so shattered by ideas that she could do nothing worth while; when they trampled over her like an army and she felt as if she were bleeding to death under them.
Willa Cather
#86. We'll see if she can rise to the occasion, do what needs to be done."
"We'll see if she can manage not to kill her Liege and Master, especially if he continues talking about her like she's not in the room.
Chloe Neill
#87. I kissed her like I'd always wanted to. With my entire soul.
Pepper Winters
#88. She had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm, but his look was searing. He was different from anyone she had known.
Ann Brashares
#89. You have to give Gerri time. She just got here, and the wolves are trailing her like she's gonna pop a mate for them out of her ass.
Milly Taiden
#90. It is a woman's responsibility to dress herself in the morning. It is your responsibility to look at her like a human being regardless of what she is wearing. You will feel the temptation to blame her for your wandering eyes because of what she is wearing -- or not wearing. But don't.
Nate Pyle
#91. If you have a friend or family member with breast cancer, try not to look at her with 'sad eyes.' Treat her like you always did; just show a little extra love.
Hoda Kotb
#92. She should say something since the man was still standing there holding her like she was his virgin bride or something. Virgin. She wasn't. Unless it grew back after too many years of vaginal disuse.
Lexi Blake
#93. Still, the idea continued to drum through her, like the constant patter of the rain: that no one would ever love her.
Lauren Oliver
#94. She has that kind of manic focus about her, like if she just keeps moving, the things she's upset about can't catch her.
Jessi Kirby
#95. He's looking at her like she's the answer to some sort of riddle.
Jennifer E. Smith
#96. I don't want to go through this. I don't want to be without her. I don't want to miss her like I do, longing for her taste, her touch, her sounds. I don't want to be reborn in this new world, a world that means nothing in her absence. I don't want to be in this life without her.
Laurelin Paige
#97. Eli's long fingers cupped her face, traced the nape of her neck, kept her still, as if he needed to give her every bit of his attention, as if he could learn her like a language, plot her like a course. Eli kissed Gracie like she was a song and he was determined to hear every note.
Leigh Bardugo
#98. When Lars first held her, his heart melted over her like butter on warm bread, and he would never get it back. When mother and baby were asleep in the hospital room, he went out to the parking lot, sat in his Dodge Omni, and cried like a man who had never wanted anything in his life until now.
J. Ryan Stradal
#99. I treated her like a pair of gloves. When I was cold, I called her up.
Cornel Wilde
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