Her Own Words Quotes

#1. More than one skillful physician has said that if one asks the right questions, the patient will make the diagnosis for you in his or her own words.

Andrew Weil

#2. Vanessa Rey chose the words for her own headstone, taking her theme from the Bhagavad Gita. "Certain is death, for the living, certain is life, for the dead." Think about that.

Mike Carey

#3. In other words, I believed, and still do believe, that truth, is frequently of its own essence, superficial, and that, in many cases, the depth lies more in the abysses where we seek her, than in the actual situations wherein she may be found.

Edgar Allan Poe

#4. You'll find that God often chooses to speak through the dying and the insane ... A healthy person might be apt to filter the divine message, to alter it with his or her own personality. In other words, a healthy person might make a shitty prophet.

Stephen King

#5. I mean, were you born a freak?" I asked. I flinched at my own words. I didn't mean to be rude it just came out that way. The girl rolled her eyes to me. "I don't know. Were you born stupid?" Okay, maybe I deserved that. "Yeah, probably.

Dinah Katt

#6. You're the man who stands on the street corner with a roll of toilet paper, and written on each square are the words, 'I love you.' And each passer-by, no matter who, gets a square all his or her own. I don't want my square of toilet paper.'
I didn't realize it was toilet paper.

Kurt Vonnegut

#7. Her silence was worth more to her than a thousand words.In that silence,she had peace and clarity.Except during the night,when her own jumbled thoughts would keep her awake.

Cecelia Ahern

#8. A five-minute teacher understands that peers' words can carry a lot more weight than his or her own, and there is nothing wrong with students doing the teaching.

Mark Barnes

#9. Maude meant nothing that she said. She knew how pretty she looked in furs. She was a rattle, not understanding her own bnoise; but the scholar hung upon her words, and believed them inspired, and did not know they were murmurings from a shell.

Ernest G. Henham

#10. Whereas the dog strives to lessen the distance between himself and man, seeks ever to be intelligent and intelligible, and translates into looks and actions the words he cannot speak, the cat dwells within the circle of her own secret thoughts.

Agnes Repplier

#11. Nobody wants to know a colored woman's opinion about her own status of that of her group. When she dares express it, no matter how mild or tactful it may be, it is called 'propaganda,' or is labeled 'controversial.' Those two words have come to have a very ominous sound to me.

Mary Church Terrell

#12. 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

#13. (She) could have read for hours, except that recently she had discovered holes and crevices between the words which she immediately had to fill with her own ideas until she was fed up with patching up the makeshift constructs.

Gerhard Amanshauser

#14. Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.

Faraaz Kazi

#15. I'm not just any dead man," he says out loud.
Of course not! Each one of us is unique! And every single dead person is dead in his or her very own special way! Now, who wants to share about being dead, in our own special words? Jimmy, you seem eager to talk, so why don't you begin?

Margaret Atwood

#16. Tori glanced at the clock and bit back a curse. Hannah didn't need to learn any more bad words from her own mother. That's what public school was for.

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Eliza Gayle

#17. They were a mother's words, words I would say to my own daughter if I were concerned for her

Tracy Chevalier

#18. It wasn't just her words, it was her way of putting them together, the voice that seemed to gain power with each one, so that my head had been filled with images so magically vibrant it was as if I had seen them with my own eyes. She changed the world into something fine. She made one believe.

Megan Chance

#19. They talked in the car always, he trying to find the key to her own ignition behind the hooded eyes, she sitting back of the right-hand steering wheel and talking, talking, nothing but MG-words, inanimate-words he couldn't really talk back at. Soon

Thomas Pynchon

#20. Reading is not passive. It is only when the reader brings his/her own experiences to the work and breathes life into the author's words that they consummate the relationship and together bring the story to life.

Chuck Miceli

#21. She had changed the arc of her own story, merely by typing a couple of thousand words each day for thirty days.

Scott Westerfeld

#22. Yours is the gift of words that cannot be spoken," the Queen said to her, "and your brother's is the Angel's own gift. Your father made sure of it, when your brother was a child and before you were ever born.

Cassandra Clare

#23. She had to find her own story, and she could make it whatever shape she thought best.

Tad Williams

#24. Ann turns to me. I know she's waiting for some hint of kindness-a kiss, an embrace, even a smile. But I can't muster any of it.
"You'll make a fine governess." My words are like a slap.
"I know," she answers, a slap of her own.

Libba Bray

#25. ... always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was afraid.

L.M. Montgomery

#26. Ursula tried to remember what her own last words to her father had been. A nonchalant 'See you later,' she concluded. The final irony. 'We never know when it will be the last time,' she said ...

Kate Atkinson

#27. The words come out of Helen Justineau in a flat monotone. Parks thinks of Gallagher's written report, with its proceeding tos and its thereupons. But Justineau's bowed head and the tightness of her grip on the parapet wall add their own commentary. "I

M.R. Carey

#28. To hide her relief, Laura stepped forward and embraced her daughter. 'My poor darling. He's not worth weeping over. If he doesn't appreciate a girl like you ... ' But, even to her own ears, the words sounded quaint. What man ever warranted the tears shed on his behalf?

Meg Rosoff

#29. It is over, isn't it?" Trustingly, he seemed to be waiting for her to tell him, as if she would know. As if hearing himself say it meant nothing; he had a dubious attitude toward his own words; they didn't become real, not until she agreed.

"It's over," she said.

Philip K. Dick

#30. He gave me a message for you." She tightened her lips as if the words soured her mouth.
"What is it?"
"That you are in his blood."
I looked down at the deck to hide the answering surge within my own blood.
"Those are the words of a lover, Eona.

Alison Goodman

#31. Always that tyrannical love reaches out. Soft words shrivel me like quicklime. She will not allow me to be cold, hungry. She will insist that I take her own coat, her own food.

Elizabeth Smart

#32. Science, to quote your own words, is nothing else than a 'strange hankering after differences'. Her essence could not be better defined. For men of science nothing is so important as the clear definition of differences.

Hermann Hesse

#33. She who invented words, and yet does not speak; she who brings dreams and visions, yet does not sleep; she who swallows the storm, yet knows nothing of rain or wind. I speak for her; I am her own.

Catherynne M Valente

#34. As a writer, one is obliged to release her words, to let them live in the world on their own.

Taiye Selasi

#35. With one gaze into her eyes, all words fell away. And it didn't matter at all. In this place of hearticulation, there was no need for words. This love spoke a language all its own, a grammarless lexicon of longing and union. Who needs syllables when you can hear each other's souls?

Jeff Brown

#36. Each human being has his or her own sexual identity and should be able to exercise that identity without guilt as long as they do not force that sexual identity on others.

Paulo Coelho

#37. I felt like a Tinker toy kid building my own self out of one of those toy building sets; for as she laid her life before me, I reassembled the tableau of her words like a picture puzzle, and as I did, so my own life was rebuilt.

James McBride

#38. He glanced at her. "You were the moon of my existence; your moods dictated the tides of my heart."
The tides of her own heart surged at his words, even though his words were nothing but lies.

Sherry Thomas

#39. Each spoke in her own language; neither understood the other's words; both were very watchful, and intent to deduce from look and manner, what the unintelligible words meant.

Charles Dickens

#40. Well," he breathed against her ear, "I happen to have a few depraved fantasies of my own."
The words hummed in her ear, sending electric jolts of arousal straight to her core. She whispered, "Tell me.

Tessa Dare

#41. She didn't know that all her life would be spent gambling with the stark rigidity of words, words that were coin: save, spend and all the time George with his own counter had found her a way out.

H.D.

#42. Tiff needed the words on the page to become the voice in her head, her own voice, or an approximation of it, and she needed the paper and the sound of the scratch of her chapped fingertips against it as she fiddled with each page.

Timothy Schaffert

#43. I am yours," she whispered. The words cut like knives, barely out of her mouth before he stole them, sealing them with his own lips.

Kiersten White

#44. It seemed to her that she was reading the story of her own dreams, desires, and hopes. She sensed something immense, something calling behind the chaos of these primitive forms and structures of words.

Kurban Said

#45. For she was the only one, of all of them, to have spared me a pleasant word; and suddenly I longed for time to pass, not for its own sake, but as it would take me back to her.

Sarah Waters

#46. The words seemed to be coming out without her thoughts forming them first, as if they were creating their own reality by being spoken.

Cassandra Clare

#47. Dandy?" Sam was full-on scowling now. "What the hell does that scoundrel want?"
Finley returned his dark expression with one of her own. "You shouldn't use words you can't spell, mutton head.

Kady Cross

#48. The battle between her body and mind was raging, and she was adrift in a sea of passion and desire without a life preserver. As she fought the waves of her own passion, the ability to express her need in words was eluding

Avery Gale

#49. She was already dead, but we were starved for followers and stupefied by the elixir of our own heroism, and so we pretended words could resurrect her.

Walter Kirn

#50. she says, her words tinged with sorrow. I stop, go and sit on the edge of her bed. We sit, silent. "I promise, I'm right here and I won't leave you." I let her feel my presence. No one could describe Alzheimer's better than this. She's lost inside her own mind. How cruel. How fucking cruel.

Carol O'Dell

#51. How could he say all this? It amounted to a lifetime. He could try to find the words, but they would never hold the same meaning for her that they did for him. "My house," he would say; and the image that would spring to her head would be of her own. There was no saying it.

Rachel Joyce

#52. Maisie bit her lip. She had learned that sometimes it was best to let words die of their own accord, rather than fight them.

Jacqueline Winspear

#53. But she finds it so difficult to verbalize, Charles dear. It helps her if she can quote instead of working out words of her own.

Madeleine L'Engle

#54. You should always use your own words when telling a girl that you love her.

Suzanne Harper

#55. She was born to be free, let her run wild in her own way and you will never lose her.

Nikki Rowe

#56. Fuck you," Sally says. She tosses the words off, easy as butter in her mouth, but in fact she doesn't think she's ever cursed out loud in her own house before.
"Fuck you twice," Gillian says. "You need it more.

Alice Hoffman